Mission Failed: His Marriage Phobia Kills Me

My CEO boyfriend, Dylan Abbott, has a phobia of getting married. Because of that, he sets up a weird rule that requires me to pass all 99 trials set up by his secretary, Lynette Woods, before finally agreeing to marry me.

The first time we're about to get married, I wait for Dylan at the marriage registration department for three hours. But that's when I'm informed that Lynette has lost Dylan's ID, causing our registration to get delayed.

The second time we're about to get married, Lynette happens to be driving around in my car. She stages a brake failure and hits a passerby on purpose. By the time I'm done dealing with the accident and rush to the City Hall with Dylan, it's already closed for the day.

The 98th time we're about to get married, Lynette laces my glass of water with rat poison. Because of that, I'm taken to the hospital immediately to have my stomach pumped out, hence missing out on the marriage registration.

When it's the 99th time for us to get married, I'm under the impression that I've passed Lynette's trials, which means Dylan won't flake out on me anymore.

But I spend the day waiting for Dylan at the City Hall till nightfall. I've spammed so many phone calls and text messages to him, and yet he never shows up.

In the end, I come across a post Lynette has made on her social media feed about her and Dylan being officially married.

"My boss loves me far too much! All I said was that I wanted to get married as well, and he was quick to marry me at the City Hall! I love him so much!"

I just leave a like on the post without losing my temper or kicking up a ruckus.

That's when Dylan calls me on the phone all of a sudden.

"Don't misunderstand the whole thing, Felicia. This marriage is just a joke. Lynette is a graduate hailing from an overseas university. I merely married her because I want her to keep working for my company without any complaints.

"Once the divorce procedures are over, I'll marry you immediately before throwing you the grandest wedding ever, okay?"

What Dylan doesn't know is that I've already signed an agreement with the system. If I can't get married with Dylan in five years, that means I've lost the bet.

My time will be up in three days. By then, I'll get annihilated by the system. There will no longer be a future for me and Dylan.

[Your five years are up. You've failed your mission. You have 72 hours until your elimination.]

I heard the system's cold voice echoing in my head and laughed bitterly as I rejected my boyfriend, Dylan Abbott, who was making empty promises to me again.

"No, thank you!"

I was going to die. We weren't going to have a future together anymore.

A short bout of silence later, he sent me a video.

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