Chapter-9

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Isabella's POV

"Are you sure you are not hiding anything from me Bell?", Mia asked really suspicious.

"I'm not Mia", I sighed closing my eyes. She was standing next to my chair with her one hand in hips while the other in table.

We are currently in my office.

"I don't understand. I'm sure dad pulled his prank on you. How can he get you married just like that?You are crazy to say yes to him", she glared at me.

"Mia, I know you are worried for me. You are looking out for your little sister and I feel blessed. But this is what I want. I'm already scared about my big step in my life. Don't worry me more.Give me your blessing.", I said taking her hands in mine rubbing it to calm.

She relaxed herself. Her tensed shoulder calmed while she gave me a smile. She knows I can't be convinced.

She got to know that I'm going to get married in a month.

She literally got a heart attack when she learned her little sister is getting married when she was single for her whole life.

"You are such a stubborn kid, little girl", she pinched my nose and squeezed my hand.

"I'm always your little girl", I hugged her while she patted my head hugging me back.

I'm sorry Mia. I'm sorry for lying to you.

"Who is the guy?", She asked taking seat in couch.

"He is called Aaron Kingston", I dragged thinking what that dude must be doing now.

It has been two weeks we haven't contacted each other just once and that's I want the most.

It's our parents making the preparations in excitement. They know that we are least interested in our wedding as we have our company to handle.

And guys that jerk agreed on my decision. It shocked me when I learned it.

We both wanted a simple wedding with our parents and close relatives.

I wanted because I can't act infront of media and he agreed me.

We both come from powerful families. Media is all around us by 24/ 7.

I can't hate them it's their job. But why can't they find a better job then to pry on someone's personal life.

We want to everything to be wrapped under our hands than to create a mess and clean it later.

Of course it's my ill-fate to create more mess but company is something I sincerely care about and I don't want it to be spoiled when it's in my hands.

I saw my engagement ring on my hands.

It's a big red diamond ring which make ding in every woman's eyes.

I still remember our last week conversation and he made me really mad.

One thing for sure. That guy is a nutjob.

Ticking Bomb🤯

They said you need a engagement ring?

Me

Didn't ask for it.

Ticking Bomb🤯

Don't have time for your rant.

Pick whatever you want.

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