"Good morning, sir," she said with a smug smile and glanced at the man who was standing in front of the class—Zachary Villarreal, her ex-boyfriend. Angered for her family, Atasha returned to the Philippines after a two-year stay in America. She had heard of her half-sister's upcoming wedding and could not accept it. She could never accept that the people who ruined her life—her unborn child's life—would be happy. She wanted them all to live the same miserable life as hers. "Beg me, Professor, as you serve my wrath," she mentally noted.