All Chapters of Sisters Wives :Married To My Annoying Professor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Inaya’s POV Professor Marcel looked at me with amusement, “No, I would never do such a thing even if you pointed a gun at me.”“No?” I nodded my head. “I will undo my shirt right now. I will scream at the top of my lungs for help, and when people come here, I will tell them you tried to force yourself on me.”Professor Marcel kept a straight face. “You are insane. You can do it, and I will go ahead and inform them that we are married.” “We are married, how? I didn’t do any wedding. I can’t even remember giving out a wedding invitation.” I smirked. “Apart from your family, who are the witnesses to this marriage?” “I have more than enough witnesses,” Professor Marcel smirked in return. “I don’t know how much you love your family, but I don’t care about my family. So, are you willing to tell the truth to the world about the marriage and destroy your father’s chances of being president? You want to destroy what both families have built because you want to punish me. What kind of husb

Inaya’s POV “To do what?” Nevan asked curiously and I glared at him. “Get the fuel and bring it to the wine storage,” I stormed out of my room. I paced in front of the door waiting for Nevan to come with the fuel. I will definitely make sure to show him why he shouldn’t mess with me. I tried to open the door and I realized it was locked. I took the fuel from Nevan’s hand and emptied the gallon on the door. “Match box or lighter,” I stretched out my hand to Nevan and he looked at me with surprise. “Miss Inaya,” I gave him a stern look, and he searched himself for a lighter. “I don’t think we should do this.” “If you have a lighter on you then give it to her,” Marcel’s voice rang from behind us. I turned to look at him, he was standing and resting his back on the wall with his hands in his pockets. I stormed towards him in anger, “What did you do with my things?” “Light the door, then I will give you an answer,” Marcel said clearly, trying to piss me off. “You think I

Inaya’s POV I paced around my room trying to understand what Nevan meant by today’s news. I knew he wanted the media to spread rumors just by seeing my wedding ring but something was definitely up. I picked up my phone to check what was going on on social media, “We have to go to Adornia today,” I looked up from my phone to see Grandma standing by the entrance of my room, “Are you okay?” She asked out of concern and I dropped my phone on the bed. “Do you watch the morning news regularly?” I questioned anxiously. “Yes, is there an issue?” She entered my room, “Are you expecting something?”Should I ask her if there was anything suspicious on the news, “No…no…” “Let’s check the news channel,” she picked up the remote to turn on the TV. “This marriage was supposed to be a secret!!!” Grandma turned off the TV when I heard an unfamiliar voice. “Who…..”“Why is Henry here?” Grandma muttered to herself. I followed behind her as we went downstairs to see what was going on. Mr and Mr

Inaya’s POV I watched him with a straight face as he emptied my bag on the floor, “It was you, wasn’t it?!!” Marcel yelled like a madman. Marcel picked my phone up from the floor, “Open it.” “Excuse you?” I grabbed my phone from his hand, “What do you think you are doing?” “I know it’s you!!! I know it’s your doing!!” Frustration was evident in his voice as he pulled his hair, “You better stop it.” “Beckham, honey, are you okay?” Grandma ran from behind and held him in her arms. “What happened to him?” “Someone called to threaten him,” One of his friends replied. “And you are suspecting me?” I spat, “Quit dreaming.” “Beckham calm down, let’s think with a calm head,” His second friend said to him, “Take deep breaths with me.” “Now you are stable, do you mind getting the things you threw on the floor?” I said that when he was calm. There was no way I was going to pick up what he scattered. “Inaya…” Grandma called my name and shook her head at me. “Let me do it,”

Inaya’s POV “I just can’t go back to that house.” I picked up the bottle of soda and drank it at once. “I won’t go back to that house.” “But that’s your husband’s house,” Mother patted my back gently, “If the soda water is working then I can get you vodka.” “Soda water is okay.” The smile dropped off my face when Father entered the room. Why did he have to come now of all times? “I saw your car when I came in, why are you here this late?”“Can’t I come to my parents' house?” I furrowed my eyebrows.I know he wants to add to whatever Sir had done today but I promise I will tolerate it, I won’t argue with him tonight.“You can, you are always welcome,” Father sat beside me, “Do you care to explain why you left Beckham’s home?”“That isn’t a home,” I muttered under my breath and explained everything to Father and Mother. “Inaya, do you hate Beckham?” Father asked, and I looked at him with confusion, wondering where he got such an impression from, “Let me rephrase, for some reason, ar