She was out of her depths with this man.
As obvious to her as it was likely to every patron of the restaurant they attended. The others looked at the couple as they came in and Iris had immediately felt the judgement of all the eyes on her. She was an imposter, a poor, lower class woman playing dress up in a fancy red dress on the arm of a suave and sophisticated billionaire. Learning Jay was a billionaire freaked her out almost as much as learning she was going to pay her mother’s blood debt by being his wife. Almost.
Despite a lifetime of abuse from her mother, she never considered herself a doormat. She knew half of the beatings she’d taken as a child resulted from her shooting her mouth off at the volatile woman. Her plan always was to escape the clutches of her parents, move across
