The Professor's Forced Wife

room. Her phone rang in her han

screen and put th

Didi said. Is

hild, the bad men came to our house again yesterday. Th

eyes, but she held them

are you. I am working hard. I make my own money online. Everything

th a few quick taps, she sent money from

on her screen. The

to buy food and pay the shop debt. Do not worry about

to cry softly. God bless you, my ch

t.She was worried, but she refused to back down. Sh

It was time for the department seminar. All the s

illy sat in the middle of the judges. His expression was cold.

a simple skirt and a nice shirt. She

smile. You can do thi

ommy, Didi wh

to the mic. He talked about law and hard wo

he forced a smile, but her eyes looke

ork. Some people come here thinking they can get by on charm and looks. They take shortcuts. Some

the room. Some students

ooked right at Didi, trying to make

e. His eyes moved to Didi and back to Brenda. He knew wh

beat fast, but she lifted her chin

teacher, Didi walked to th

ad silent. Everyo

the mirror. Hard work is not about wearing expensive clothes bought by your parent

You live off Professor Billy! Y

d, sharp laugh that

tudy, and I build my life. If you spent half your time studying law

e room. Students

to yell back, but a voic

no

tall body towered over the stage. His eyes

ghts. Miss Fisher is right. True success is built on personal effort, not noise. If any studen

her mouth, looked at the flo

eyes locked with Didi's eyes. There was no anger in his

turned, walked back to her

ed, Mosby said sh

and rushed out, whispering f

the big house

and threw his keys on the table. He

wore soft, silky spaghetti-strap night clothes that hugged her curves and s

stopped by the desk.

? Mosby asked in a low, frustrated vo

slowly turned her chair an

play the big hero and make me look weak? I do not nee

silky clothes showed her shape and smooth skin, making his breath ca

growled, stepping into h

family bought my debt to trap me here. You think your money gives you power over me. But I work hard ev

f pure anger crossed Mosby's face. He reach

ing. She stumbled forward, cr

there against his warm stomach, she saw a dark cross tattoo running down his lower

Mosby lowered his head. H

his mouth and the sweet smell of his skin made her head spin. For a few wild seconds, she lost control. He

from the morning flashed back: You are just a little s

ty hit like

ds hard against his chest, push

panted, her face burning

tep, looking dazed and br

jumped onto the bed, and pulled the thick blanket

mouth. He grabbed his pillow and blanket, turned around, and storm