Chasing My 15

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Chapter 15

“S–sir”

“You were thinking of marrying him once you are financially stable” he stood up.

“And you were thinking of engagement with him once your job gets stable”

“Oh god. Sir, how do you know! I… I love him… But there’s no point now-”

“I can let you marry him… But at a condition” he said and took a step towards me. My eyes glistened as I listened to

him.

“Y–yes sir, any condition!” I said.

“Marry him but stay with me, tell everyone that you’re my wife”

“B–but…”

“Everyone will be told you’re getting married to me,” he said. “But at the final moment, the groom will be changed”

“…” I didn’t know what was better for me; marrying Ivan or him. I mean… of course, I love Ivan, but will he want

this?

“Okay, fine. You can stay with him” he said.

I was beyond happy! He’s not that bad, I guess!

“Now, come to meet my parents today, go home and get ready with your best clothes. They should be simple yet elegant” he said whilst sitting back in his chair.

“Oh, ok sir,” I said and left the building.

Even though it felt bad for a second, but then it seems like he’s good. He is letting me marry the love of my life.

Ivan Sullivan has been my boyfriend for around two years. He has been very loyal and also very lovely to me. He never made me sad. He’s my love and my life.

I was all–ready physically, but not at all mentally. Hell, I’m afraid to meet any of his family members. I am just no good at putting in any act otherwise I would have been an actress! And to put the act of being his lover, one has to be utterly professional.

He didn’t even tell me the time I have to get ready. He just said ‘tonight we will meet my parents‘. What does tonight mean? It’s just 1:30 right now. But I’m all ready. I got all ready in the hustle and justle because I was afraid, I would be late. But now I see it’s just afternoon.

A message popped on my phone’s screen. To my annoyance, it was him.

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the kept on driving for like fifteen minutes and then we reached somewhere…

I’ve seen this place. But… Wait. This is… Oh god. This is the AIRPORT!

Wwhy are we at an airport?” I asked him, as I got out of the car.

“Because we’re going to Ottawa” Robert’s cold voice interrupted my talk with the driver. Seeing the opportunity, the

driver drove off.

“O… Ottawa. That… C–Cana…, Canada’s capital…??”

“Yes, and I expect you to not stutter from now on,” he said again in his cold voice and dragged me by my wrist to the airplane. We sat on the seat. He sat beside me, while at least four other his men were sitting on the front and back

seats.

I know that because they all nodded seeing Robert and they all have a black–colored suit on.

“H… How long is this?” I asked him.

“Do you have google? Just fucking check, the flight time!” he yelled, making me flinch at his sudden anger.

I tried to distract myself, so I started looking out of the window. Luckily, I was sitting at the window’s seat. I heaved a heavy sigh, as the plane took off. The view was amazing. I have never been on an airplane, so I was afraid, but I was more afraid of the mood swings my seat–mate was going through. I mean, who the heck does this. I just asked him the time.