The Wanted Virgin - S01 E54

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The Wanted Virgin - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

Jayden saw Irene when she ran upstairs. He thought she was shy but didn’t un-derstand why the princes followed her.

Josie knew something was up with her sister.

“Excuse me” she said and stood up.

“And where are you off to?” The president asked.

Josie st©pped and glared at him.

“Am I restricted from seeing my sister?” She asked without showing any respect.

The president exhaled de-eply.

“You can go” he said.

Josie rolled her eyes and left.

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She managed to get to Irene’s room. She saw the prince there with her.

She la-id down on the be-d facing the pillow.

They tried to get her to stand up but no, she was crying.

“What happened to her?” Josie asked walking towards her.

Garret stared at Josie.

“She doesn’t want to stand up. She don’t want to talk to anyb©dy”

Josie shook her head and sat on the be-d.

“Irene. Come on get up. I know you don’t want to get married to that stupid cute guy”

Irene sat up with tears in her eyes. She quic-kly wra-pped her arms around Josie and cried on her shoulders.

“Irene. You have me, I won’t let you get married to that j£rk”

“Do you know him?” Leo asked.

“Know? I’ve d@t£d him and trust me, he is more than a j£rk. He promised me a lot of things but no, once he finds another girl. He will flee to her”

“I told you. He is a pla-yboy. He just wants to pl@yIrene also” Fredrick added

“We have to do something about this. I won’t allow my sister get married to him”

“How about she flies out of the country?” Garret suggested.

“Irene doesn’t like planes. She has aerophobia” Josie said slowly.

“Then what are we going to do?” Leo asked.

Irene sniffed in and stood up.

“I’ll just go downstairs and tell him that I’m not interested in getting married to his son”

The prince laughed for some seconds.

“What’s funny?” She gave them a questioning look.

“I’ll advice you not to do that” Garret replied.

She hissed and left the room.

They followed her behind. Irene quic-kly cleaned her tears as she ran downstairs.

She ran down the stairs and walked towards the hall.

They all stared at her as she towards them.

“Oh, here comes my daughter in-law”

“I’m sorry Mr President, I can’t marry your son” Irene said.

They were all shocked including Jayden and her parents.

“Irene dear…”

The president stood up and gave a fake smile.

“I’ll want to talk to her in pri-vate” he interrupted her mother.

Irene frowned and walked with him.

They stood outside, beside the garden.

“So Irene, you don’t want to get married to my son”

She nodded slowly.

“Okay, that’s nice. I won’t f0rç£ you but I’ll warn you. I hate been rejected, if you reject my son’s proposal. You will have to loose your loved ones”

Irene raised her head and stared at the president.

She was trying to un-derstand what was going on.

“I..I don’t un-derstand what you mean sir” she said slowly.

He brou-ght out his gun and showed it to her.

“I know you love your parents so much. I’ll make sure they become a history of you reject the proposal. I am the president and I can do anything”

Irene heart was beating very fast. She was confused. How can the president threaten her.

“But….”

“No but! You must accept it and if anyone knows about this. I’ll make sure I kill you myself” he said slowly amd left.

Irene su-cked herl-ips trying not to cry.

She went back to the hall.

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Someone c@m£ out from the pillar behind where the president and Irene stood.

“Not on my watch” the person murmured.

The president smiled broadly as he walked towards them. He sat down and stared at all of their faces.

Irene walked back to them and stared at them.

She smiled and acted like nothing happened.

“So Irene. I tried my best giving you reasons why you should marry my son. If you don’t want to, fine. I’ll just…”

“No. I’ll marry Jayden”

The prince and Josie g@sped.

“What happened to her?”

“Why did she say yes?”

“Irene no! No!”

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The king was expressionless. He just sat with the queen staring at whatever thing that was happening.

The president laughed loudly and stared at his son who was also laughing.

“I knew it. No one would reject my son”

Irene mother had a weird smile on her face but her father was not convinced.

He knew something was up with her response.

“Fine then. Without hesitation we will start the arrangements for the wedding. It will be next week Saturday. A week from now. Don’t worry, I know you low clas-s people can’t afford to do anything. I’ll do everything”

Irene father felt insulted but her mother held his hand for him to calm down.

“Thank you Mr President” Irene lowered her head.

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“You have a week to stay with your family and friends. After then, you will have to move to my son’s pri-vate mansion where you will spend your wedding night. You will fly to Japan or Paris for your honeymoon” the president boasted.

Irene nodded and left.

She just nee-ded space to cry out her eyes.

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The president stood up and stared at Irene’s parents.

“You shouldn’t have a problem with the wedding. Your daughter also wants to get married to my son. I don’t nee-d your approval but I nee-d you to witness the wedding. Bye my friend!” He said and waved at the king.

His b©dyguards excorted him to the car and they drove off.

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The king finally spoke to Irene’s parents.

“I apologise for that. I know you don’t want this to happen”

Irene’s parents stood up and bowed to the king.

“I’m sorry my king. We have to leave. I wanted to ask if our daughter could spend some days with us” her father asked.

“Request accepted. Thank you for raising such a daughter. Irene is like a daughter to me. She is so nice and I want the best for her. If there’s anyway I can be of help to you plea-se let me know”

“Thank you my king. We’ll take our leave now” her mother added and left with her husband.

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Zoe was happy that she saw her mother after some months. She hvgged her mother before she left.

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Josie sat with the princes as they all thought of what to do.

They were all worried.

“What do we do now that Irene has locked herself in the room?” Josie asked.

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