Irene's mind buzzed with disbelief as he casually uttered those words, as if it wasn't the most shameless thing anyone could say.For him, it clearly didn't matter. He had the audacity to speak such words before her wedding day, a day that was supposed to be one of the happiest in her life. Which, It was not due to the whole Forced marriage thing. But to make it worse, his words would forever echo in her mind.And now he had the nerve to claim that he would leave her if she slept with him.What was the issue here? Irene felt completely unstable, unable to comprehend the situation.In one moment, he would call her ugly, and in the next, he would act crazy, showering her with unexpected kisses and talking about sleeping together.He made it sound like she was the ugliest woman alive on this planet, and she couldn't argue with that. After all, she was pale and plain-looking. But of course, that's all he saw.At least she wasn't ugly on the inside. The entire Jones family, including this C
"I hope you just disappear from my life before I need you to witness something," Irene said, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her dress while giving him a death glare."I don't know if wishes come true, but I swear Irene, this one is too good to be true. That much I know," Theodore replied, smiling at her.If Irene thinks she can escape from this situation, she must be lost in her own hallucinations. It seems like he wanted this, not her."I need to go. You've already wasted enough of my time," Irene answered, turning away and limping with pain in her feet. She had endured enough dragging and standing for her liking."Of course we've wasted time. I need to meet your friends too," Theodore replied, quickly following her and walking beside her."Huh?" Irene looked at him, confused. It was as if she had heard something wrong or her ears were playing tricks on her. This was too hellish to even imagine.She knew he was mentally unstable, but this was beyond her comprehension. He had no
"Huh?" Irene was confused, unable to comprehend what he found romantic in any case. It was certainly beyond her understanding.There was nothing remotely romantic about this situation, which was quite perplexing. It seemed like he had some strange notion in his mind, making it impossible for him to grasp something as ordinary as this."I said this is so romantic, the way you challenge me. I would love to see how you handle challenges in bed though," Theodore deliberately commented, a mischievous glint in his eyes.Irene felt her cheeks flush at the sensation of his words, which were clearly evident."Drop the act. There is no romance here, and if you think I would ever be in your bed, you're delusional and daydreaming," Irene retorted, growing tired of his nonsensical and idiotic questions that made no sense to her."I believe you should never say never, especially when you have a handsome man like me. Men like me don't even spare a glance at ugly women like you," Theodore said, playf
"Someone sent the bride downstairs", The anticipation filled the air as everyone eagerly awaited her arrival. Inside the room, news of the impending marriage broke, causing panic and a flurry of activity. Amidst it all, the bride sat silently, her head bowed, her mind filled with memories of what had transpired just hours before. Three hours earlier... "Dad, I don't want to marry that man! Please!" Misha cried out, unable to comprehend why her father would arrange a marriage with someone so unattractive, regardless of his connection to the Myers family. "But... we can't offend the Myers family. You need to understand, Misha," Leo patiently explained to his beloved daughter. He always showered her with love and protected her, but this marriage was different. It was crucial for his business, and he had to secure the support of the Myers family. "How about Irene marrying him instead of me?" Miley suggested, unable to bear seeing her stepdaughter in distress. Despite being her stepmo
Irene's heart pounded as she struggled to respond, her voice trembling. "Yes?" "Miss, the Young Master wishes to meet you," Albert, the bodyguard, introduced himself. "I am here to escort you." Irene's mind went numb upon hearing Albert's words. She couldn't fathom what was happening. It was supposed to be her wedding day, and now this man appeared, making little sense to her. "Are you coming, Miss Jones?" Albert inquired once again. Nodding silently, Irene followed the bulky bodyguard, her heavy gown weighing her down. Each step she took away from the wedding aisle only intensified her humiliation and crushed any remaining confidence she had. Irene wanted to ask Albert what was going on, but she refrained from doing so. She didn't know him well, and that shattered any ounce of trust she had left. As they emerged from the banquet hall, a black SUV pulled up in front of them. Respectfully, Albert announced, "The Young Master is inside." After his words, he opened the car door fo
"Do you feel like crying, Miss Jones?" Irene's heart trembled with fear, her tormentor's words cutting through her like a knife, provoking tears that threatened to spill over. She desperately wished she could stop this verbal assault, but it seemed impossible. "Oops, look at you, even uglier with those tears, Miss Jones. It's almost poetic, like two wretched souls destined for each other: you and Theodore, two disgusting creatures," he sneered. Irene's frustration erupted, her face flushed with anger as she shouted, "Why are you so determined to insult me, even your own brother? What have I done to deserve this? I've told you countless times that I don't care about my husband's appearance. So why should you?" "Because I want to sleep with you," Theodore stated coldly, relishing in the discomfort he was causing his soon-to-be wife. The situation seemed to amuse him. "But why can't you understand? I don't want to do it," Irene pleaded, at a loss for how to make him comprehend her cl
Irene dashed through the streets, her eyes swollen with tears, her vision blurred. She ran aimlessly, not knowing where she was heading, consumed by her overwhelming emotions. Her wedding gown served as a painful reminder of how her life had taken a turn for the worse. She felt the weight of despair pressing down on her, threatening to suffocate her. Everywhere she turned, she could feel the gaze of onlookers, their curious eyes locked on her dishevelled state. A bride running away from her own wedding—a spectacle that no one could ignore. "How could I have ever believed that today was my wedding day? It's nothing more than a sacrificial ritual," Irene thought bitterly, her mind filled with disbelief and regret. The more she dwelled on the situation, the more she realised how foolish she had been. Irene came to a sudden stop, panting for breath. "Taxi! Taxi!" she called out desperately, hoping to find an escape from the chaos surrounding her. A yellow taxi pulled up in front of her
"I apologise, Young Master. It won't happen again," Albert said, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. Theodore replied curtly, "Consider yourself fortunate, Albert." As Theodore opened the file, his eyes immediately fell upon Irene's photograph, revealing her pale, unremarkable features. He couldn't help but think, "Even in a photo, she looks so plain and devoid of any purpose in life." His gaze shifted to the other details: Irene's name, age (only 19), and her studies at the University of Art. The fact that she was a top-performing student brought a smirk to Theodore's lips. Under the section for hobbies, it read, "Working, Eating." This information sparked Theodore's interest. "Her family hate her," he noted, his attention drawn to how they arranged a marriage with someone like him—an impotent man, according to rumours. The fact that Irene agreed to such an arrangement infuriated him. He couldn't fathom someone being so foolish. Theodore instructed Albert to drive to the Mounthil