Sisters Wives :Married To My Annoying Professor

Inaya’s POV “Coming to an 8AM class by 10:55 AM,” Professor Marcel's voice made me pause my step at the entrance of the class, “Miss Inaya do you care to explain to the class why?” Professor Marcel said without turning back. Oh shit, this man was on my nerves again, “I had family issues to deal with.” Professor Marcel walked closer to me, “I didn’t hear that.” I scoffed mentally forgetting the fact I needed to talk at a certain pace for him to understand, “I….. had….. family….. issues..” I said slowly, purposely mocking him, and the entire class burst into laughter. “Family matters? Yet you reek of alcohol,” Professor Marcel spat out in disgust, “Are you even sober? Coming late to my class should stop.” “And who do you think you are to tell me that?” I furrowed my eyebrows, “You should remember your place in Lexington law school, you are just a mere professor here.” “My place?” Professor Marcel looked at me sternly, “Miss Inaya as a law student, if you were to punish s

Inaya’s POV “What do you mean the bride disappeared from the house?!!” Father yelled at everyone in the room, “Weren’t you supposed to be looking after her? Why do we even pay you such an amount if you can’t do your work,” Father yelled at Karisa’s bodyguard. “I’m sorry sir,” Karisa’s bodyguard apologized with her head lowered. “How does that make sense? Not one security saw her leave this house,” Father said to no one in particular.“Father, instead…….”Father folded his hands in front of my face, “Inaya, please not now.”I nodded my head and kept my mouth shut, I just wanted to give a suggestion. “Let’s check the CCTV,” Alex, my self-centered, annoying older brother, said from nowhere.“That was what I was trying to say,” I muttered under my breath. “Y’all better pray someone kidnapped her,” Father glared at Karisa’s bodyguard before he walked out of the room. I nonchalantly watched the CCTV footage with everyone. Deep down, I knew there was no way someone would kidnap Karisa

Inaya’s POV My eyes looked at everyone in the hallway, who were patiently awaiting my response.Whatever I do now will change my life, I don’t know if it’s for the better or the worse but I knew I wasn’t ready for that life. I needed to choose between my ego and my Mother’s life. I clenched my teeth, “Get the doctor for Mother and get the stylist for me.”“Inaya, I’m sorry,” Mother broke down in tears, “Forgive me, I’m sorry.”“I understand,” I smiled halfheartedly at her, “I have a condition.”“What?” Father hurriedly asked. I guess he didn’t want me to change my mind.“Instead of a white wedding dress, I want a black wedding dress.” A white wedding dress signifies my happiness, but I wasn’t happy; I was mourning inside. “Is it a wedding or a funeral?” Father questioned furiously.“I have given my condition,” I said in a low tone. Deep down, I wanted Father to disagree so I would be able to go back to my normal life, but things didn’t turn out that way. “Have a black ball gown an

Marcel’s POV “Hell no, no fucking way,” I said and walked away from the altar. “Beckham!! Marcel!! Mr Henderson!!” I heard my name being called by different people but refused to stop. “What is wrong with you?” Father asked as he grabbed my hand. “I can’t accept this marriage. We have been fucking deceived. Karisa isn’t the one at the altar; it is someone else.” I glared at Inaya with anger and disgust. “Mr Valentino, what is going on?” Father asked Mr Valentino. “Excuse me,” I got into my car and drove back home at the highest speed beating every traffic light. When I got home, I stayed in the car for a few hours thinking of why the brides were switched before I came down. I stayed back to control my emotions, I didn’t want to break down in front of Grandma or my Akira. “Marcel, is everything okay?” Grandma asked when I entered the house and her voice made me emotional. I expected she would be sleeping by now. Why was she awake ? “Grandma…” I hugged her tightly, “Somethi

Inaya’s POV “Did you check?” Mother asked as I got ready to move out. “I will check when I arrive at Sir’s house after,” I flashed her a smile through the mirror, “Tomorrow is the disciplinary hearing, hope you will come?” “Inaya….” “I will come visit from time to time,” I planted a kiss on her cheeks and walked out of the room. “Are you sure you don’t want us to follow you?” Hayes asked out of concern as we walked to the car. “I’m sure,” I smiled and hugged them one after the other, “See you in school tomorrow.” “Good morning,” Nevan greeted, and opened the back door for me. “I forgot to tell you, you will move with me to Sir’s house, so bring your things tomorrow,” I said as I entered the car, and he locked the door. I didn’t bother to know the address; all I knew was that a driver was sent to come pick me up. The drive to Professor Marcel’s house was silent but my head wasn’t silent. “Miss Inaya we are here,” Nevan’s voice brought me back to reality. I smiled at h