LOGIN{Warning: R-18, Dark Romance} "Because I want to sleep with you." --- Forced to marry a mysterious billionaire she has never met, Irene thought her suffering was finally over. But her husband is nowhere to be found, and his charming yet possessive "cousin" has made his dirty intentions unmistakably clear. Trapped in a web of lies and secrets, Irene must uncover the truth about the man she married—and the one who refuses to let her go. But the truth could cost her everything, including her freedom. Will she be able to risk it all?
View MoreIrene Jones POV “Who is this ugly woman?” I stopped the moment we rolled into the living room, Theodore’s wheelchair gliding with me as I forced it to a halt. It took more strength than I expected, especially after dragging this thing all the way in on my own while listening to every taunt thrown at me along the way. So this was the first thing I was going to hear after entering this mansion. Perfect. The place was stunning, all white and wide open, so graceful it made both my apartment and the Jones family home feel like storage closets in comparison. Not that my apartment could compete with anything in this house anyway. “Theodore, is this what the Jones family gives you? A woman so ugly I feel like I’m staring at a ghost under all these lights?” The woman’s voice cut into me, sharp and irritated, as if the sight of me offended her very existence. Four people sat waiting—one woman in her forties, another older woman settled beside an equally aged man, and a younger man s
Irene Jones POV It was a lie, and I knew it, because there was no version of reality where his finger pressed to my mouth wouldn't scare me. The leather was cold enough to sting, a chill slipping down my spine, but I refused to let that reaction show. Not to him. Not ever. I'd grown up with this stupid reflex of hiding my tongue around the Jones family, but I never held it back with anyone else. “You should be, Irene. You should.” His voice stayed low as the pressure of his finger increased, pushing against my bottom lip until it felt like one more ounce would split the skin. My body wanted to move back, or flinch, or do anything except freeze—but it wouldn’t move. Move, damn it. It didn’t listen. “You know what, just get your hand off me,” I breathed, heat flooding my cheeks even as my voice trembled with control. “About fear? I do feel…” I let the pause hang between us, and watched his eyes sharpen. “Disgust. Only disgust. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Disgust? Doesn't sound
Theodore Myers POV “That bad?” I couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at my mouth, though the mask hid it well. This woman—my wife—had a fire I didn’t expect. Feisty. Reckless. Unpredictable. I never imagined marriage would come wrapped in this kind of chaos, yet here she was, testing me at every turn. She said she didn’t think I was that bad. Like she’d never met me at all. Like she had no idea how bad I could be. “Yeah, you're suffering like me. I thought we were similar,” she justified, stumbling over her words. Should I be grateful for that? The thought almost amused me. “I’m Theodore Myers. No one makes me suffer. Not even if I’m crippled. Not even if the world tries.” No one gets to pity me. “Totally got it now—you’re an arsehole.” Her words only fed the anger already simmering in me. I was trying to keep control, but she’d been testing me since the moment we met. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit. How could anyone dare to mess with Theodore Myers? Especially her—the
Irene Jones POV “You think I give two fucks about that?” The words snapped out before I could stop them. This man really had the nerve to force me into this and still expected me to care about what he thought.I was on edge—who wouldn’t be? Trapped in a car at night with a man who was my husband only on paper, his face hidden behind a mask, his body wrapped up so tight he looked more like a shadow than a person.It was almost funny. Almost. The kind of funny that made my skin crawl if I thought about it too long.“This tongue of yours won’t lead you anywhere good.” Theodore’s chuckle came low, like he found the whole thing entertaining.The engine growled to life. A soft click followed, and the glass partition slid up, sealing the front from the back. It left me alone with him—and the kind of silence that pressed on my chest like a weight.“How about you let me stay in my apartment? Then my tongue won’t be such an issue, Mr. Myers,” I muttered, sarcasm biting at every word. “And if n












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