All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Christian   "I don't know if I should call myself fortunate for having two fathers or unfortunate for losing both of them", I sigh, staring at the clean water of the lake; my favourite area of this foster care home when I met my second father.    "I think you should choose the positive one", Ivanna looks at me with a smile.   We're standing a few inches away, facing the lake and looking at the beautiful ducks floating.    "Death is a slow poison", she says after a while. "Not to the person who dies— but to those whom the person leaves behind. The poison gradually sucks out happiness from a living one and makes them crave dying. If we start giving importance to death, mourning instead of celebrating their lives, death wins"   Her deep words consume me, filling the voids inside and making me realise how badly I need to come out of the realm that has surrounded me. 

Ivanna  We have come back to the city again after a tiring day. Undoubtedly, I know why Christian chose the place to go on his father's death anniversary. I would never know so many layers of his life if we didn't go there. He would never tell what he had been through all his childhood.   I feel bad; in fact worse. Even though he had a good life, later on, those two years of trauma as a child could never be forgotten.   I just love the way he adores his second father. The way he described him melted my heart.   I'm scrolling through the emails on my MacBook while thinking about Christian. This man is never off my head.   I hear the sound of the washroom's door opening. Christian comes to me straight and holds the MacBook, sliding it down from my lap and placing it on my knee. Since there's a blan

Ivanna   Since I wasn't expecting him to be here, I was a bit shocked. He glances up at me and his eyes freeze again like the day in the gym.    It makes me kinda uncomfortable how he just gazes without any reaction. Maybe, he does it to everyone. I'm overthinking.    "Come inside and have a seat," he says and looks down at the documents scattered on his table.   I take small steps towards the table and take a seat.    "Good morning," I say with a smile.   "Good morning, Miss Iv—"   "It's Mrs.," I immediately interrupt him.

  Christian   I walk towards her silently. The moonlight coming from the horizon is enough for me to spot her sitting in the corner of the terrace.   Gathering her legs across her chest and pressing her forehead with her knees, she's shaking. I reach close and kneel before her. My hand automatically moves up to nuzzle her deep silky hair.   "Why do you keep hurting me?" She complains while sobbing.    I keep silent and let her speak. This is the only way she can feel better.    "I'm not like you. I already said I don't belong to your world. I didn't grow up with money and power like you. For girls like us, our dignity matters the most

Ivanna "I love you, Iv" I can hear those three words echoing inside my head like a melody— so intense— so real. However, I know how good he's at lying. And how dumb I am to fall for his words every time.  When did you become an emotional fool, Ivanna? I press my lips and whiff heavily. His tough arms cage me in a tight embrace as I feel his cosy breath fanning my skin.  "I love you so much," he whispers again.  "You might have said the same to Irene once, right?" The cruellest reply comes out of my mouth.  What a pathetic girl I am to reply such a thing to a man who just confessed his feelings? Nonetheless, he didn't leave a choice for me. I wonder how many days it'll last. He was so complicated to understand. I can try to trust anything but his love. He doesn't love me. I know he just doesn't.  It's just a crazy attraction that's holding us together.