Mr. & Mrs. Impossible!

Chapter 3

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3 Days Later (Las Vegas)

*Arianna Carlson*

“Is this some kind of a sick joke Mr. Wyatt!?” I demanded sternly.

His expressions remained unchanged. “I don’t do jokes, Arianna…” he smiled evilly. Everything inside me went dead cold. “…and it’s Chase, by the way.”

I couldn’t feel myself anymore. My heart was dead, my mind was numb and my breath was lost. I wished I just died.

How can it be possible!? Chase…? This has to be some joke!

It can’t be possible. How can I marry a guy like this? And that guy has to be Him! Chase!

Wait. He can be any Chase. There must be hundreds of Chase’s all over the place.

Then it came down to me. This guy secretly flirted with me and got me drunk and then he married me… but why? If he was the real Chase Lancaster… then he could’ve waited. We were eventually going to get married. Why did he do this? Was he this desperate?!

Or maybe he wasn’t the Lancaster. He was just some random psychopath Chase Wyatt who tricked me.

“C’mon baby, don’t be so shocked. I’m not that bad to be your husband.” Chase startled me. I realized I was still staring down at my ring.

“Husband?! You’re not even worth my pet you asshole!” I yelled, jumping off the bed and stood in front of him.

“I’m worth everything babe…” he chuckled haughtily and then started laughing on my face.

“You’re such a pathetic creep Lancaster!” my fist clenched. “Couldn’t you just wai—”

“How’d you know that?” his face suddenly fell, his laugh dropped and he stared at me.

“Huh?” was he crazy? How can He not know that I knew who he was!? I mean… his parents did tell him he was supposed to marry me… didn’t they?

“How can you know I am Lancaster when I never told you?” he asked again in utter confusion.

“Why did you marry me?” now I was unsure of how to tell him that I knew he was a Lancaster.

“I questioned first.” He demanded but I shook my head stubbornly. I was really confused. Why didn’t he expect me to know who he was? “Alright.” He gazed down at me intently and quietly started. “I wanted to ruin my reputation in front of someone.”

“Why?”

“Now answer me.” he said sternly.

For a moment I just couldn’t understand him at all. Maybe he was just bluffing with me. But before I could tell him that our parents had arranged our marriage I saw the morning paper lying on the table with his name written in bold as headline.

“Because you’re in the paper…” my voice came out small in confusion.

“We are in the paper.” The relief in his voice was amazingly thick.

“What!?” my eyes went huge. I picked up the paper, unfolding it and there I was in a full page picture – in an awkward drunk posture with Chase’s arm around my waist, holding me up, while I was laughing drunkenly. “Shit! Shit!” I cursed, reading the headline which says, ‘Chase W. Lancaster Marries an Alcohol Drenched 17 year old in Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel.’

He started laughing as I panicked. How could he possibly laugh about it!?

“There’s nothing funny about it! You got us in the paper!” I yelled but then it hit me. He had planned it all. “You did this on purpose?” I asked him in disgust.