All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ivanna "Yeah. I'm doing fine," I reply to Emily on the call. "But you're not sounding well today""Huh! No. I'm just tired," she says and I can't really believe it by her tone. No matter how tired she is, she can't sound so low. I squirm on the bed, taking a look at the clock. "Then why are you still at work? Go home. You have classes tomorrow," I tell her."Yeah. I will""Is everything alright, Emily? I don't think you're okay," I gasp. She goes completely silent as if she's confused whether she should tell me or not. "I think I'm a daydreamer," she mutters. "Well, you're not. You're just too easy going and honest about everything. You understand your feelings too fast. And that's really good," I tell her, wondering what's wrong with her. "But this makes me embarrassed every time," it seems like she's gonna cry."Hey, Emily

IvannaIt feels like we have gotten back to the old mornings when Christian used to leave before me with a note each day. It's been days since I have had breakfast with him. He again left early this morning. I don't complain tho. He has always been compromising everything for me. It feels good; in fact, the best to be someone's priority. I was too young to remember everything with mom. After her, I was always a second choice for everyone.Dad used to love Irene more than me. Still. Maybe, because he loved Janice more than my mom. Irene was born out of a relationship of love, and I was born out of a loveless marriage. I always thought I would never be able to know how it feels to be someone's priority. No one would ever choose me over anything.Then, a miracle happened and everything changed. After Christian, everything changed. I smile lovingly, turning the pages of the book on my lap and sipping from the coffee. "Ivanna," Mrs Fisher's voice

Ivanna I feel a lump in my throat, making it hard for me to utter something. His cold ruddy gaze dart on me like a hazard. As I strive to speak up for myself, he yanks my arm, pulling me up from the bed and grabs my both arms tightly, pulling me closer to him. My body becomes completely numb in fear and anticipation. "Chr— Chris. What are you—" my voice trembles."I— what?" His groan again snatches the courage from me to speak. It's not that I can't argue back for myself but when we get such a reaction from a person who hardly becomes this much harsh with us, the feeling is beyond explaining. "You trust him so much? So much that you think he can't do anything. Where was your trust when I continuously said I love you? Where was your trust when I repeated every time that there had been no one in my life except you? Where was your fucking trust?" He yelled at the top of his lungs, shuddering me from the core.I can explain.I have explanations.

Christian I throw my head back, frustration consuming me from the core. From the moment I got to know that fucking bastard has been trapping my woman from the very beginning, it freaked me out. How could I never understand this? I don't know what else he told her and she must have believed. She still believes that he can't forget the guy and now for her, it's Adrian. It aches straight to my heart. I never lost my sanity like this. When I got to know that the bastard was pretending to be me, I lost it. "Christian!" Kane exclaims. "I— I can't understand what you're saying" Gawking at the open sky above the surface, I go back to the lane of memories. The night. That night in Texas club. "You remember the last time I returned from California to Texas after four years," I utter. "Yeah. After Master Adam's death, you stayed back in California," he adds. The flashes hit my sanity. It was the last night in Texas for me regarding a business t

ChristianDid I hear something wrong?Did she just say her name?I kept staring at her, anticipation consuming me. The time seemed to be stopped for that moment. My breath caught but I was still holding my sanity in place. "Iv— Ivanna Rozario?" I whispered in disbelief. "Yup," she winked. "Isn't my name sweet? My mom chose it for me. But she's no more"She giggled and immediately stopped smiling. Joy overloaded me, cramming inside my chest. I didn't know how to react, what to say, what to do. My girl. She was freaking my girl. "What's your mom's name?" I wanted to be sure. Completely sure that she was my Ivanna. She seemed not to be hearing me since she was struggling with the hangover, leaning in my arms. Soon, I felt her shaking in my arms, my shirt getting drenched with her teardrops. "Hey. What— what happened?" I panicked, tightening my grip around h