Chapter 10
The announcement of our marriage sent the media into a whirlwind of speculation. Every outlet clamored to reveal the enigmatic Lyra Dorne’s true identity. Photos from the island were plastered across screens, with headlines endlessly questioning: Is Lyra really Iris Keaton? But Wesley had meticulously planned everything, ensuring no evidence would surface.
That didn’t deter Quentin, though.
Word quickly spread about him frantically mobilizing his men, issuing orders to track me down. People saw him pacing outside his office, barking at his staff, his desperation evident in every chaotic gesture. Yet I remained unconcerned; Wesley had already prepared for this scenario.
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One evening, as Wesley and I sat on the balcony gazing out at the endless ocean, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and smirked. “Well, well. Speak of the devil.”
“Who is it?” I asked, already suspecting the
answer.
“It’s Quentin,” he replied, putting the call on speaker.
Wesley answered with his usual composed
confidence. “Hello?”
“What the hell are you doing with my wife?” Quentin’s voice was sharp, desperate, and brimming with rage.
Unruffled, Wesley leaned back in his chair. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. My wife is Lyra, and Iris is dead.”
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“She’s not dead!” Quentin shouted. “I know it’s her. Don’t play games with me, Wesley. I’ll find her.”
Wesley raised an amused eyebrow at me, silently saying, Your move.
I leaned in closer to the phone, my smile icy. Through the speaker, Quentin’s tone shifted to one of pleading. “Iris, if you’re listening- please, listen to me. Wesley isn’t who you think he is. He’s not the right choice for you. I know I messed up, but I’ll make it right. Just come back to me.”
His words, dripping with desperation, were almost pitiful.
“Quentin,” I said, my voice steady and sharp, “you’re pathetic. And for the record, I’m not Iris. I’m Lyra Dorne. Your wife is dead.”
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Before he could respond, I hung up and tossed the phone onto the table.
Wesley chuckled, shaking his head. “That was cold.”
“He deserves worse,” I said simply, reclining in my chair.
A few days later, Wesley received an invitation to a high–profile auction. It was no ordinary event; this was where the elite gathered, including figures like Delilah and, inevitably, Quentin.
I didn’t hesitate. “Let’s go,” I said.
Wesley raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
I smiled. “It’s time to show them we’re not
hiding.”
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After our island honeymoon, we returned to Wesley’s estate. The sprawling mansion was as grand as I had imagined, with its marble floors, towering ceilings, and walls adorned with priceless art. But it was the smaller details that captured my attention as we walked through the front doors–the fresh flowers on the dining table, the scent of my favorite candle drifting through the air, and a cozy nook in the corner that seemed crafted just for me.
Wesley had thought of everything.
“You’ve been busy,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow.
“I wanted it to feel like home,” he said casually, though there was an undercurrent of sincerity in his tone.
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We entered the dining room, where a small dinner awaited. Candles flickered softly, and the table was set for two.
I looked at him with a teasing smile. “You’re really good at pretending to be my husband, huh?”
Wesley turned to me, his expression suddenly serious. “What if I wasn’t pretending?” he asked.
His words lingered in the air, laden with unspoken meaning.
“What if this isn’t fake, Iris?” His voice was steady, his gaze unwavering.
I swallowed, caught off guard. “It’s fake,” I said, as though needing to convince myself. “Right? I mean, this is just part of the plan.”
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Wesley shook his head, a faint smile playing at his lips. “It’s not fake.”
“Wesley… I began, but he cut me off.
“Do you know why I offered to help you?” he asked, leaning in closer.
I remained silent, my heart pounding.
“Because I’ve been in love with you for years. Since college,” he confessed, his tone soft yet sure.
“What?” My voice came out as a whisper.
“You didn’t notice me back then. You were too busy with Gareth. But I noticed you, Iris. Every little thing. And when I saw you again, I knew I couldn’t let you go this time.”
I stared at him, trying to absorb his words.
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He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Now that you’re mine, there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
Wesley’s Perspective:
The first time I saw Iris Keaton, she entered the library as if she owned the place. I was seated in the back corner, pretending to study while my mind wandered elsewhere. Then she walked in, laughing softly at something her friend said. She possessed an energy–a light–that made everything else fade away.
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