Sister in law

Irene cast a hard, weary gaze at him, clearly exasperated by the man's relentless behaviour.

"Why is he so determined to enter my house?" Irene wondered, her expression filled with disdain. "This place isn't even fit for his wealthy self, yet he insists on digging around here."

Theodore's eyes darkened as he surveyed the surroundings, comparing them to the opulence of his own mansion's lavish bathroom. It was hard for him to fathom that his wife was living in such a shabby and cramped space.

The pale walls seemed drab and insignificant, barely providing enough room to breathe. Irene's presence in this place baffled Theodore.

"How dare someone treat my wife like this?" he thought, his anger rising. "Even if she isn't conventionally attractive, she still belongs to me. No one has the right to mistreat her." Theodore made a firm decision to protect her from now on.

"Cyril, are you going to leave or not?" Irene asked, her voice tinged with anxiety as she clenched her wrist. She didn't feel safe around this man, who was practically family to her. It reminded her of how her own family treated her—similarly cold and distant.

"Theodore smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance, "Didn't I tell you to be prepared? Tonight, you'll be spending your wedding night with me. So, spare me your fake innocence." He took pleasure in seeing Irene's face grow paler at his words, remembering the slap he had received from her.

Irene swallowed hard, finding it difficult to speak. Theodore's words filled her with worry. How could he be her brother-in-law when he didn't even respect his own brother's wife? How could she point out his behaviour when he didn't even respect his own family?

And then there was the name he called,"Theodore." Irene felt even worse because she didn't know her own husband's name. But she couldn't blame anyone else. She didn't even know who her husband was or what he looked like, so why should she care about such things? It was none of her business, after all.

"Why so silent?" Theodore asked curiously, staring at her intently. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, to hear more from her. She had already surprised him in just one day, and he was eager to see what she would do in the coming days.

"Leave!" Irene ordered firmly, her tone filled with anger. She didn't want him invading her personal space anymore, and she refused to let anyone ruin the peace she found in her house. This was the only place where she felt good, and she wouldn't allow anyone to taint it with their selfish desires.

Now she understood why Misha didn't want to get married. Irene didn't have an opinion about Theodore since she hadn't met him, but she could see how much of a playboy Cyril was—a far cry from what she expected from the Myers family. Rich people, in the end, were all the same, just like her own family.

Theodore licked his lips as his gaze roamed up and down Irene's figure. Despite her plain face, he had to admit that she had an attractive body. She was the first woman he didn't find repulsive, and that intrigued him. He wanted to explore more, but he knew she was the daughter of the Jones family, and he couldn't believe she would still be pure, just like her promiscuous sister.

Irene could feel his lecherous eyes on her, as if he wanted to devour her with his gaze alone.

She wasn't accustomed to such attention from men, given her belief that she was unattractive. Today, this man had already violated her in his car, and now, she didn't feel comfortable at all.

"What do you think? Leaving is too difficult, Irene," Theodore said with a chuckle, his eyes fixed on her. "Don't forget, I can contact my brother and complain about your disobedience towards me. Your family already played a game by replacing the bride, and now you disrespect me. That's not how you should play." Theodore found Irene's actions intriguing; he believed he had every right to her time and attention as her husband.

"Have some shame, you bastard!" Irene glared at him angrily, feeling uneasy with his words and his presence. His unwarranted blackmail frustrated her. She hadn't done anything wrong. If he had so many issues, he could talk to the Jones family. She couldn't understand why he was so fixated on her instead of his brother, who had married her and been deceived by the Jones family.

"If I say I'm fine being a bastard, don't you think I should do something to prove it?" Theodore walked closer to Irene, causing her to back up. A smirk appeared on Theodore's lips as he observed her fear, seeing her delicate figure trembling like prey.

Irene's body collided with the wall as Theodore trapped her between himself and the wall, placing his hands on either side. "Where do you think you're going, Irene Myers?" he taunted.

Irene's entire body jolted in shock when he called her Myers. She had grown accustomed to the surname Jones, even if she wasn't treated as part of that family. But now, suddenly, this surname felt overwhelming to her. Despite her reluctance, she believed that she was someone's wife, molested by her own husband's cousin.

"It's Irene Theodore Myers, and for you, it's sister-in-law," Irene mustered all her courage as she announced her name. This felt different. She wasn't used to attaching her name to any man. It was a reality she had to accept if it could help her escape this situation.

Theodore was momentarily taken aback by her words. Hearing his name linked to Irene sent a strange sensation through his mind. He had never imagined he would enjoy someone using his name in such a way. Many women wanted to do it, but he had never liked it. Irene's words had an unexpected impact on him, which is quite rare .