Irresistible Love

Chapter 12: 12

For a moment I felt as if the ground under me has cracked open and it wanted to swallow me up for a

mistake I didn't even do. What exactly has life kept for me? I can't even understand what is all this

going on with me. My emotions are mixed up and I could feel my head burdening with the thoughts of

what is wrong with my life all of a sudden and I had started to question my own identity.

Who exactly am I?

Who exactly is that person who is claiming me as his wife and who exactly is the guy is claiming me as

his fiance?

Whom should I trust?

Who is speaking the truth?

I can't even remember my past. My past has become a riddle for me and I found myself believing in the

fact that perhaps I had made a mistake trusting the wrong person. But again I cursed myself for even

thinking like that. Alex had never caused any harm to me and I believe on him but I felt as if I couldn't

even stop myself from thinking about that guy.

What was his name again?

"Wait! What was his name again?" I thought as I paced around my room thinking about his name.

"Sullivan. Sullivan! Right!" I jumped up in my place when I remembered him saying something Sullivan

but couldn't quite remember his first name.

"Oh! What is wrong with me? Here I am thinking about him but I don't even know his name. What

should I do?" I thought of the moment when he came barging into that ladies washroom and kissed me

senseless. My hands automatically touched my lips when I thought about that kiss. I could feel so much

of feelings emerging out in that one kiss. The guy was desperate but was ecstatic and that made the

kiss wonde-

"What in the world am I thinking?" I slapped my forehead feeling a blush rising up my face.

"Argh!" I fanned my face feeling hot and took the remote of the AC decreasing its temperature, even

more, feeling hot.

"What's wrong with me?" I muttered annoyed at the situation. I could feel a headache growing second

by second for the amount of thinking I was preferably doing. Sighing, I sat on my bed and noticed the

laptop on my bed. Crawling on my bed I fetched the laptop from the other end of the bed and opened it

to surf the net when a thought crossed my mind.

"Why not search for him online?"

"I hope he has an online account" I muttered to myself as I looked for him on the social media sites. All

I knew about him was his surname and that didn't help me in searching for him because there were

thousands of people with the same damn surname 'Sullivan'.

"Was it James Sullivan? No! or maybe Keith Sullivan? Argh!" I was beyond frustration. For an hour I sat

there searching for him but found nothing and finally when I was ready to give up another idea crossed

my mind.

"Oh right! Juliette! Let me search for Juliette Sullivan," I typed the name directly on google and

screamed in frustration when all of a sudden the screen displayed a connection error.

"Why? What's wrong now?" I began hitting the laptop and finally after trying three to five times when it

didn't work I left the laptop screen on and walked to my kitchen wanting to make myself a cup of coffee.

Earlier, Alex was quite the whole time when he drove me back home from the mall and ignored my

questions when I asked him about the resemblance me and Juliette had. I wanted to know what he

thought about the resemblance and was it possible to have the same face even though we were not

even related.

The look he gave me made me shut my mouth because he looked kind of angry and I wanted to ask

him the reason for that but couldn't because by that time we had already reached my apartment and he

left as soon as I got out of the car.

"He is weird sometimes," I scrunched my nose when the coffee powder fell off the glass. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Oh shoot!"

"This is my life," I sighed and took the duster to clean my kitchen counter.

As I stirred my coffee and walked back to my bedroom to where I had left my laptop open, I looked at

my laptop screen to find the wifi connection connected and that brought a smile to my face as I ran

over to it keeping the cup on the nightstand to look at the screen. But then the color drained from my

face when I saw the screen.

It was me.

I had a picture of me in a golden dress in an event with that guy who claimed himself as my husband.

He had an award in his hand and had his other hand on my waist.

"What? What is this?" tears rolled down my face as I took in the pictures. It was me. Surely, the woman

on the screen had the same eyes as me, same height, facial features except for my hair. She had

brown while mine was jet black. The woman looked same as me but she looked happy and

breathtakingly gorgeous in that pic. I read the headline to read Mr. Zachary Sullivan awarded the best

Businessman of the year.

Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan titled the best Businessman of the year.

There were other pictures of them together and I clicked every single picture of them together to read

the headlines.

Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan the business tycoon married off his sweetheart in a private manner which

included his close family members, friends, and relatives.

Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan clicked shopping around with his wife Mrs. Juiette Sullivan.

Mr. Sullivan thanks wife Mrs. Juliette Sullivan for all the success in his life.

Amidst all these headlines, there was a picture which got my attention. In the picture, the guy whose

name was Zachary was standing in a balcony seeming lost in deep thoughts as he seemed to stare

particular at nothing and the headline read Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan, heartbroken after losing his wife

in a car accident.

"Wait! Car accident?" I spoke up as I read the headlines.

His wife died in an accident?

"But he told me that she went missing or something like that. Didn't he?" I muttered and looked for my

phone around and saw it on my nightstand. As I reached for it, my hands accidentally touched the

coffee mug and it slipped off the table and the hot coffee fell all over my hand before spilling on the

ground.

"Oh shoot!" I hissed feeling the skin on my hands burning.

Why is everything so difficult for me these days?

I ran to my washroom hoping to wash it off using cold water forgetting everything that I was doing. As

soon as the cold water touched the burnt area it stung for a moment but then I felt better and leaning

against the basin I let the cold water do its work but then my mind drifted back to that guy.

"So your name is Zachary Udolf Sullivan," I spoke to myself thinking about the guy and looked up at my

reflection in the mirror.

"I wonder what exactly has happened with you," my eyes fell on my messy hair and I found myself

comparing my looks with the woman named Juliette whose picture I saw on the internet.

"This is really weird. How come I look so much like her? Is this really possible?"

"Except the hair," I sighed as I held a few strands of my hair and twirled it in between my finger.

"Well, I think there's more to it. Not just my face but even my height, body type, and features matches

with the woman. So, is it true that seven face alike really exists?" I found it incredulous.

But as weird it was, there was the proof before me and I found myself questioning more to my own

existence.

This is so frustrating.

As I was lost thinking about it all over and over again, the doorbell snapped me out of my thinking state

and hurriedly I went up to get the door when my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"What are you up to?" it was Alex on the other end and I heard the doorbell once again. Holding the

phone next to my ear I walked up to get the door.

"Who is it?" he asked as I got near the door. I assumed he had heard the doorbell through the phone.

"I don't know let me see," I said and used the camera peephole viewer to look out. As I recognized the

person from the camera I replied back to Alex, "Oh it's the maid," I said and opened the door allowing

the entrance to my apartment.

"Maid? It's already noon. Is she showing up now? At this time of the day? What type of servant is she?"

I could imagine the scowl on his face to which I laughed out loud.

"No, she is on time. Actually, she went out to get some grocery," I replied and watched the maid got

inside closing the door and walking towards the kitchen room to keep the things that she had brought.

"Oh, I see" he replied.

"So? What are you up to?" he asked and I took a seat on my couch sprawling my legs on the coffee

table.

"Nothing much. I have a charity function to attend tomorrow. I'm just thinking of what to wear and about

a good speech to deliver," I sighed as I saw the maid cleaning the kitchen counter where I had

previously scattered the coffee powder.

"Please clean it properly," I smiled at her when she narrowed her gaze at me and carried on cleaning

the counter.

"What are you talking about?" Alex asked and I shook my head no but then remembered I was on the

phone and answered: "Oh no, I was talking to my maid."

"Oh," he replied.

"Is she not doing her work properly? Shall I replac-"

"No! No! You don't have to. Actually," I laughed as I saw her scowling while washing the coffee mug

"I'm the one who is causing trouble to her."

"I see. Well, good luck to her then," he chuckled and I watched as she made her towards me and

stared at my legs that was resting lazily on the coffee table. Raising my eyebrows and giving her an

amused look I removed my legs giving her space to walk past but then I found myself in a playful mood

as I kept the leg once again back on the table stopping her from going further.

"Is there any problem?" I asked batting my eyelashes innocently at her.

She stared down at me and rolling her eyes turned around and walked into my bedroom to do her

work.

"I assume you are giving her a hard time," I heard him chuckling on the other end and I laughed aloud

at it in reply.

"Well, I am happy she is keeping you entertained," he replied to which I just hummed in response.

"Not really. This all things are not really keeping me entertained these days," I sighed as I laid back on

the couch and looked up at the ceiling.

"I can't understand anything and especially the g-"

"You are just thinking too much. The only guy you need to trust at the moment is me. I'm your fiance

after all. We will be sharing our lives together and I hope you trust me enough to not let any outsider

get in between us," he spoke up and I could hear the determination in his voice that brought a smile on

my face.

"Of course," I replied.

"Now, I want you to get ready. I'm already on my way from my office to your apartment," he said and

immediately I was up on my feet, horrified.

"What? Where?" I asked as I was ready to run up to the door but stopped when I heard his voice.

"Relax! I mean I'm halfway through my office work and I'll be out from here in less than thirty minutes

and then I shall come to pick you up," he replied and as I realized what he meant I sat down on the

couch holding my head.

"Oh," is what that came out of my mouth.

"Wait! Where are we going again?" I asked once I realized I never knew where we were going.

"To my dad's house," he said in a monotone.

"What?" and I was back on my feet "But why? Why all of a sudden?" I asked breathlessly as I thought

about meeting his father after so many days.

"Relax! Why do you always get so hyped up whenever you meet my father? He is not a monster you

know?" he chuckled at my reaction and I snorted at the end.

"I am not afraid. It's just that you never told me anything about this meeting and you are not even giving

me proper timing to get ready," I spoke up as I ran past the maid to my bedroom and hurriedly pulled

out my clothes from the closet.

"You don't really need to dress up. You look beautiful in whatever you wear and I'm sure you will pull

out any dress you chose to wear pretty well. And my father lacks knowledge on fashion trends. So you

don't need to worry much about it."

"Yeah. But still that doesn't mean I will show up ...you know... I want to look my best whenever I'm with

you," I replied and as I said that a loud screeching sound was heard across the room and I looked at

the source to find my maid scowling looking the ground.

"What is it?" Alex asked to which I replied, "It looks like she broke something."

"So why are we going to meet up your dad all of a sudden?" I asked as we made our way out of the car

and towards the house entrance.

"Oh, he just called me today asking both of us to show up as quickly as we could. You know he is

selling his company and his client is here. He wants us to meet his client. It's a big day for him cause

finally he will be getting rid of that company which has caused nothing but loss to him," Alex said as he

laced his hand with mine as we walked inside the house.

"So how did all of a sudden he found a buyer?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. Let's find out," he shrugged and as we walked towards the lawn where they were. There

were three people in the middle of the lawn out of which I recognized his dad immediately and the other

two were his clients, I assumed.

"Oh, there they are!" his dad smiled and stood up from the chair looking towards us. I waved at him and

smiled at him but as soon as my eyes fell on the people with whom he was sitting my smile faded away

as I recognized the person immediately.

"W-What?" I heard myself.

"What the-" Alex stopped in his tracks and I could feel his hands wrapping tightly around my waist as

we looked at the man.

Mr. Zachary Sullivan.

"Mr. Sullivan meet my son Alex and his fiancée, Ms. Ivona Cernea," Alex's father introduced us to him

even though he knew us and we knew him.

"And kids meet Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan. He is my client and he is here with his girlfriend Ms. Cristina

Dimir," Alex's father introduced and as he said fiancée my eyes snapped up towards the woman. The

woman smiled at us and I watched a smirk plastered up on Sullivan's face as he wrapped an arm

around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The woman seemed to be caught off-guard as she

looked down at his arm and then back at him, lovingly.

What is going on?

"Nice to meet you," is what Mr. Sullivan spoke up sounding sarcastic as ever as he smirked more at me

for my reaction.