Hey guys, hope you all are doing great. I wanted to give you a free bonus chapter but unfortunately, the chapter length isn't eligible to release for free, I'll definitely reward you all with free bonus chapters soon for being there with me in this journey from the beginning to the end. I didn't expect a lot of readers to finish reading this. I'm glad that a few of you stayed on this journey. I'll probably write 4-to 5 more bonus chapters to show the duration of a few years. the plan may change according to the flow of the story. I hope you're eagerly waiting for book2. Stay tuned.
Ivanna"This watch is beautiful", Emily says, looking at the watch I just picked up. I stare at it, rolling here and there, in every angle and imagining it around Christian's wrist. It'll look good on him."Freak! Five hundred dollars", Emily almost faints, looking at the price tag. "I'm not gonna get any present like this ever""You should not if you don't feel like it", I chuckle. "It was just my desire to give him something with my first paycheck. But I don't think I'm taking this"I put it back."Why so?" She exclaims. "Hey, I'm sorry about what I said""Nah. Not for that. Chill"I roll my eyes around the shop and walk out of there. The thing is Christian have them all. I don't exactly know what to give him. He has more than hundreds of branded watches and other stuff. That's the problem of having a rich husband. No wonder why he says all the time that he doesn't need a gift. It's been a month since I'm working at my new workplace. The experience has been great until now. I have
ChristianIvanna passes me a small smile and nods. "Yep. How are these?"It takes me a while to figure out what makes her get soccer shoes for me. I still can't figure it out. However, these actually look so freaking good. Undoubtedly, she did good research on the brand and quality before getting them. The brand is old, yet popular. "They are fucking good", I say, lifting one. Did she spend her entire paycheck on it? These are hella expensive for sure. "I don't know what made you buy soccer shoes but you could choose a reasonable one. Only professional players wear this""So what? Didn't you want them?" Her eyes blissfully land on me as she smiles, reminding me of those struggling yet golden days. I indeed wanted them. "How did you—""Umm— I don't remember much", she folds her lips. "But I read mom's journal. The whole one. It cleared all my blurry memories. I know how badly you wanted these soccer shoes from the same brand"I chuckle, looking at them. "It's been so long. I wanted t
ChristianA few days left until our first anniversary. This still feels like a dream. A year of bliss passed with Ivanna, having her as my wife. And each day she has been better than before. I can't even imagine my life without her now. In every thin and thick, she has loved me with all her heart, and so have I.I tried to keep her happy and make her smile in every possible way and I hope I have been a good husband. I couldn't be perfect, yet I could give her everything she wanted. Even if it was a silly soccer match with just four amateur players on the ground.The day before we were about to go to the ground, I had told her that during the school matches I used to crave to hear the cheers for me. But no one did that. There were better players than me. Who would cheer for me?And the day when Kane, Colton, Ethan and I played, there was only her in that audience and she was screaming my name, cheering for me, clapping for me. I knew for a few, that it was a kinda silly thing.But it w
ChristianI wince with her sudden cold words and try to look at her face, loosening my grip. "What happened?" I exclaim. She says nothing and releases herself from my grip, walking towards the bed. She slams herself onto the edge and breathes heavily. I can finally see her red swollen face, her eyes which have turned double in size. It's a sign that she cried for hours. I rush and kneel in front of her as she keeps her head dangling. "Iv", I hold her hot hands tightly. "Babe, are you alright? Did you cry? For what? What's wrong?" I panic, still trying to figure out what she meant.She says nothing and starts sobbing abruptly. Her sobs have my heart sink on the spot. It had been months since she was upset or she cried. I never let her cry after all those incidents. I get up and sit beside her, cupping her face."What's wrong? Tell me. Did anyone say something? Did anyone do something?" I nuzzle her cheeks and wipe the tears off her hot cheeks. Her face shivers into my palms. She
Ivanna"Your body isn't suitable for IVF, Mrs Scott", my gynaecologist Elena says with a sigh. "There's a risk in this procedure"It's been another year. A year since I got to know I'm barren. I never dared to utter that word in front of Christian because I know he's gonna last out at me. He indeed doesn't want a child as long as I'm with him. But I know it's just a part of him. Parenthood is something anyone can hardly not want. Especially to me. I wanted to live the bond with my child which I missed. Mom left me before I was even eligible to understand what death is, and never being loved by my dad. I wanted to be a mother and live the bond I had missed. I wanted to see Christian loving our kids and being the best father that my dad could never be.There were a lot of things to matter. As the doctors suggested, I was on medication for an entire year only to hear this. As I hold my tears back, I feel Christian's hand on mine as he tightly holds me. I look at him, his eyes intense
Book Two of Mr CEO, marry me on conditionsSynopsis:Eight years have passed since Christian and Ivanna's marriage. Near to a decade passed since they found each other to spend the rest of their lives— since they vowed to love each other till eternity. The vow is still the same. The love is still there. But there have been changes— not one, but many. Unable to give birth ever again, they adopt a baby girl to fill the voids of their lives and it indeed brings immense joy until Christian's princess is diagnosed with leukaemia at the age of seven. Being one of the top billionaires in the city, Christian hoped to get every possible thing to cure his daughter. But this time, his money and power weren't enough to save her.While battling through the crucial phase of his life and being the support system of his wife and daughter, Thea Allen Fox crosses his path.She can give Christian something he wants but in return, she wants something Christian can never give her. Unaware of the crucial
Christian'Chrisanna', our baby girl, brought another version of happiness to our lives. The name is definitely a combo of our names but it has a specific meaning. 'Golden Flower'.Things were not as complicated as they seemed before. It was a little tough for us to deal with parenthood and growing our work together. However, Mrs Fisher and others were always there to help us out.The first month of Chrisanna's entrance into our lives was tougher because of Ivanna's final year exams. But our princess could never be the obstacle. Ivanna studied while taking care of her while I was busy with my work as well as supporting Ivanna to take care of Chrissi.We used to keep sleepless nights while taking care of Chrissi together. Even though she was a year older, she still had the habit of waking up at midnight. If she was a newborn, it would not be hard, but she wanted to crawl the entire house. I never thought I would like to ruin my sleep for anyone else except for Ivanna but Chrissi was s
Five years laterChristian"You're staring at the clock for fifteen minutes straight, Mr Scott. Is anything wrong?" Dr Patricia speaks. "Is there anything right, Patricia?" I ask, blinking slowly as my eyes burn— the result of not blinking straight for fifteen minutes. That's what Patricia said. I don't remember the duration. I hear her sighing deeply. She has been doing it more frequently. Each time Patricia lets out a sigh, I feel a part of my life dissolving. My daughter is dying!Ivanna used to say "Death is a slow poison"It's indeed killing me every time Chrisanna tries to breathe. She needs a nanosecond more than us to breathe, she needs to give an effort to breathe. It feels like someone has pressed my throat tightly, shoving me to death each time I watch her suffering. "Annalyn, please bring Chrisanna", Patricia says. I immediately shake my head and look at the mirror beside me, forcing a smile. This has been a regular habit. How can I even smile when two precious parts o