As Irene stepped out of the class, her mind was finally at ease after completing her last exam. The semester had been a whirlwind of stress and hard work, but now she could finally breathe. However, her moment of relaxation was interrupted by the sight of Josh, the new guy who had recently joined their faculty. She couldn't help but wonder why he enrolled in the final exams instead of waiting for the next semester.He had a presence that was hard to miss – the tall, well-built frame and chiselled features gave him a striking appearance, earning him the nickname "Greek god" among their peers. Irene had noticed that he seemed to be popular, and she often found him trying to start conversations with her, even though they didn't know each other well.As Josh approached her, Irene greeted him with a curious expression. "What happened, Josh?"He seemed a bit nervous, his usually confident demeanour faltering slightly. "Uh, well... I was wondering if you could help me out with some notes. I m

"I want to talk to him. Only then can you stay here. It's nearly morning, and I have classes in a few hours. I need some rest," Irene spoke sternly, emphasising her point. If he insisted on being so stubborn, she wouldn't go easy on him. He could display his obstinacy elsewhere, not when she was in dire need of sleep. Otherwise, she would become nothing more than a sleep-deprived zombie. "Who gave you permission to use that tone with Cyril Myers?" Theodore clenched his teeth, shooting her an angry look. In truth, he wasn't truly angry with her stubborn behaviour; annoyance was a more accurate description. Nevertheless, he wanted to feign anger, just as she was attempting to project false confidence. Irene felt intimidated by his piercing green eyes, brimming with anger, and his furrowed brow, which lent him a menacing aura. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to prevail in any argument within this room. "Furthermore, I have to work in a few hours. It would be best if we

Irene was taken aback by Misha's question, leaving her at a loss for words. The revelation that Misha knew about Cyril shocked her to the core. It just didn't seem right. Irene's relationship with Cyril was purely platonic, but he had shown signs of being a troubled individual with psychopathic tendencies.The thought of Cyril attempting to molest her and casually bragging about it in her own apartment sickened her. She couldn't confide in her own family about this; who would believe her? They would never fathom that someone from the esteemed Myers family could commit such heinous acts."Or maybe they'll be thrilled that, despite my plain appearance, I managed to attract someone from the Myers family," Irene pondered silently. She was relieved that her family remained unaware of her connection with Josh. However, doubts lingered in her mind. What if they already knew? That would not bode well for her and Josh. Although they weren't officially in a relationship, their actions suggested

Theodore steps came to a sudden halt, his gaze fixated on Misha, who had the audacity to stand in his way. A surge of anger coursed through him, igniting a desire to commit unspeakable acts right then and there.He didn't mind indulging in such dark thoughts, for he had always harboured a sinister inclination towards the entire Jones family. Well, everyone except Irene, that is.Daggers shot from Theodore's eyes, causing Misha to tremble under his murderous glare. "You dare?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace, sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the Jones family.Irene was taken aback by his behaviour. He had always been intimidating, but today he seemed to have crossed a line, toying with her emotions in the most terrifying way possible.Leo, sensing the danger, stepped in to shield Misha from Theodore's wrath. Fear gripped him as he witnessed the terrifying transformation of the man before him. He couldn't fathom how someone he once knew could exude such an aura

"That's quite feisty of you, little one," Theodore's voice dripped with sarcasm, anger simmering beneath the surface.For the first time in his entire life, a woman sat in his lap, her presence a foreign touch. And yet, she had the audacity to curse him, a fact that he found both laughable and intriguing.Theodore Myers, a man who commanded respect without even showing his face, had never encountered someone who dared to raise their voice against him, let alone curse him. And now, here she was, his own little wife.The Myers family name was not just a brand; it was the foundation upon which all other brands were built. And yet, this girl, despite knowing who he was, had defied him.Of course, she had no idea that he was her husband. Theodore found the situation all the more exhilarating."Well, I hate it when someone touches me without my consent," Irene replied, her voice firm and unwavering."Why doesn't it seem that way? Your body seems to respond quite well to my touch," Theodore'