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Disconnecting for the remainder of my honeymoon was a mistake. I have never spent an hour without checking my phone, let alone days.
This is what happens when you take a vacation.
During my time off the grid, someone leaked a story to the gossip magazines saying my marriage was staged. I don’t doubt my father was behind this kind of campaign, although it will be difficult to prove it.
I have to give him credit. He was thorough, making sure to include a set of fake documents detailing shit Iris and I never even discussed in our contract. It portrays me as the exact monster the world expects of me. Headlines about a speculated inheritance. Interviews from soon-to-be ex-employees claiming my relationship with Iris came out of nowhere, all because of a clause from my grandfather about giving birth to an heir. There are even sonogram photos of a child who sure as shit isn’t mine.
I wouldn’t bat an eye at the headlines, but the way they talk about Iris… Now that is simply unacceptable.
You never cared about their opinions in the past…
That was before I had someone worth protecting from the scum of the earth. Iris isn’t naive. She knows how the media portrays me and what might have happened if she married me. But this… EvenI’mhorrified at some of the comments.
I tuck my phone in my pocket before I smash it into a million pieces. “Call my lawyer when we land.”
Iris looks up from her tablet. “What for?”
“I’m in the mood to make people miserable.”
“Can it still be considered a mood if it’s a constant state of being?”
I glare.
She holds her hands up in submission. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m about to slap half of Chicago with a libel lawsuit.”
Her lips form a small O as she nods her head. “Ahh. So I take it that you saw the articles?”
I blink. “You know about them?”
She moves her head up and down again as her eyes shift away from mine.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
Her heavy sigh battles to be heard over the engines starting up. “My mom called me while I was packing this morning and told me about them. I was hoping we would make it through the flight before you read them, but I see it was a lost cause.”
“Why didn’t you tell me the moment you saw them?”And please tell me you didn’t read the comments.
“Because I didn't find it worth ruining our last day together with something like this.”
“Who the fuck cares about that?”
She offers me a tight smile. “If you’re worried about what the lawyer might think, I already have a plan. I refuse to let your father beat us.”
Us. Not you.The idea of us working as a team against my father pleases me, but not enough to erase the anger I feel about her putting my inheritance first. “Fuck the plan and fuck my father. That’s not what’s important here.”
She bats her lashes. “My, my, Declan. Are you offended for me?”
“They called you a money-hungry whore.” My molars smash together.
“At least they chose a good photo of me for that one. The reporters over at theChicago Chronicleweren’t as kind when it came to my secret pregnancy announcement.”
“What?” I can barely see past the black dots filling my vision as I pull out my phone again.
Iris places her hand over mine. “Don’t worry about it.”
I should be reassuring her. No one deserves to be talked about that way. While some comments are to be expected, like her only marrying me for a paycheck or my last name, the rest are despicable. They pick apart her looks. Her intelligence. Herheart. Each one makes me want to find the internet trolls who said something negative about her and strangle them with their computer cords. If I thought I hated the media before, nothing compares to the burning desire to erase the first amendment from American history.
