Novels by Irene Albert

Agatha’s POVGosh, why is he like that? And Agatha, why were you looking? Why do you have to talk nonsense out of nowhere?I groaned, frustrated with myself. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I shouldn’t have looked at his body. It’s his—it’s his own damn body and he has every right to do whatever he wants with it.Ugh, I was so stupid for even starting a conversation on that topic. God, now he probably thinks I’m interested in him… or worse, his body. What the hell was that all about?I let out a long sigh and hoped my cheeks weren’t turning into tomatoes again. Every time I get overly emotional, I flush so easily—it’s humiliating.Grinding my teeth, I was trying to calm myself when my phone suddenly rang.“Why now?” I groaned, picking it up.It wasn’t a call. It was a text message.I read it out loud:“Miss Agatha Damian, your exam results have been placed on hold. You have been reported for cheating. Your documents cannot be processed at this time.”“What the hell is this?” I mutte

Desmond povI looked at her sleeping face—so beautiful, I couldn’t help it anymore. It felt like punching myself in the gut. Sleeping right next to her last night... her skin was irresistible. And the fact that I couldn’t even have a taste? It was choking me. A poison I had to endure.She’d slept for long hours. That’s just my little wife.Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Even this early in the morning, she was looking at me like I’d committed a serious crime.“What are you doing?” she asked under her breath.I looked back at her with a small smile. “What do you think I’m doing, dear wife?”I nearly Chuckled, watching how easily her emotions shifted because of me.“It’s morning. Time to wake up.”“Have the reporters gone?” she asked.“I think they have,” I replied casually.“What reporters?” I then blinked.“There were no reporters,” I said, letting out a small chuckle. I already knew she’d get pissed hearing that.Just as expected, her brows furrowed, and she glared at me. Her eyes w

"Relax, dear wife. I am not that desperate. Did you forget that we have a contract?"There was one thing he said that made me immediately flinch and shift away from him.I turned around and frowned at him. Why was he provoking me?More like — why was he seducing me?"Ah, Mister Desmond Lucas, I think it's you I should be reminding about the contract. You seem to always forget that this is just a contract marriage we agreed on. Yet you keep coming to me... Am I really that irresistible?"I pulled out a triumphant smile after saying that, expecting to see his arrogant grin wiped off his face.But instead, he just looked at me — and then burst into laughter."Right now, you seemed so needy, so hungry, like you wanted me to touch you.Sadly, dear wife, I am not the type to break the rules."He chuckled and then walked in slow, deliberate steps toward the locker.His footsteps echoed through the room.Opening the locker, he pulled out some documents."These are the documents we prepared an

"Since the reporters are watching, how about we give them some good news to show tomorrow on the news?"I gasped, looking at Desmond with wide eyes as he suddenly spoke.I hadn't even answered him yet before he brought his hand up, cupping my head softly, my locks and everything fitting into his palm.I couldn’t shift in any way—or run away.Not that I wanted to run away.I was just standing there, wondering in my head why I was so enchanted for a moment.Desmond smirked, his gaze intentionally piercing into mine."Are you interested? Permission to kiss you, wife?""Y-yes," I found myself saying, unable to take my words back—and before I could even breathe, his lips crashed onto mine.My eyes closed on their own the instant his lips landed.They were cold... but somehow, I found myself wanting more.He kissed me like he shouldn’t ever stop.His tongue tangled with mine, biting and sucking gently on my lower lip.It might have looked like a casual French kiss to anyone watching, but I

The voice behind me sounded familiar—cold in a way my brain recognized before I even turned. I forced my head to look.It was him.Desmond.My husband.I hadn’t expected to see him here. He looked at me—his expression unreadable—but the moment his gaze shifted to Mark and Maleficent, his eyes turned to ice."How dare you bully my wife?" he said coldly to Mark and Maleficent.Mark pointed a shaking finger at Desmond."It’s you, isn’t it? You bastard. You’re the one Agata’s been cheating on me with!"His voice dripped with bitterness.Desmond walked over and held out his hand to me. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. He didn’t stop there—he wrapped an arm firmly around my waist. I didn’t expect that."Are you hurt in any way?" he asked, his voice rough and low."I’m fine," I murmured, biting my lip as my eyes flicked back to Mark and Maleficent."What gives you the right to bully my wife like that?""Who the hell is your wife?!" Mark snapped. "Agatha is my fiancée!"He pointed

Agatha's PovHe won’t be joining me?Has he eaten somewhere else? I wondered, but I said nothing.I simply nodded and began eating in silence.The meal was divine.Later that night, I curled up in bed, gripping the bed sheet tight as I tried to relax. Even though everything about this place felt foreign, sleep tugged at me hard.Surely, even my enemies were fast asleep by now.I didn’t know when I drifted off.The sun was bright just as I woke up in this big, wild mansion. The place felt boring. I didn’t have any close friends I could visit, and my phone kept blinking with notifications—more fake news about my wedding.Apparently, some random man had appeared in public, pretending to be my secret lover, and now the media was eating it up. Meanwhile, my name? Completely dragged through the dirt. Smeared like I was some shameless cheat.But whatever. That didn’t bother me.I’d just messed up my eyeliner, thrown on something half-decent, and stepped out of my room—completely forgetting I