“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Isn’t that what they say?” Alfred said with a pleased smile on his face.“Nonsense. Dahlia left this country many years ago,” I reminded him.“You should fire whoever is gathering information for you since it’s clear that he’s slow and not on top of things. Dahlia is back. In fact, she arrived just today,” my father revealed as his calculating smile widened.Dahlia is back…Why did she choose to come back?Why did you come back here, Leya?I knew immediately that my question was a foolish one. Dahlia didn’t choose to come back; she came back because she didn’t have a choice. Even after being disowned by her family and all that they have done to her, she is nothing more than a pawn in her parents’ game for power. If there was a reason that would compel her to return to this country, it would be because of her sister and nothing else. It was strange how I felt like I understood her and what she was thinking so well. Perhaps it was because th
Just as always, Jenna was bossy and loved to nag at me until I did things the way she wanted. There were times that I found her annoying, but I have always appreciated all that she’d done for my mother and me.“Where is she?” I asked flatly.“You can come here and see for yourself,” she replied.Before I could respond, Jenna began pulling on the sleeve of my suit. There was no way that an old and frail woman with such a small frame could manage to drag me along with her, but I found myself following her willingly as she led the way into the mansion. Dahlia truly saved me the trouble of looking for her. One step through the doorway and I could already see her.“She fell asleep here while waiting for you…” Jenna reported with a worried look on her face.That worried look as she looked at Dahlia quickly transformed into a disapproving glare when she directed her gaze at me. I let out a sigh when I realized that Jenna was determined to make me out to be the bad guy in this situation. Alth
After that night, Bradon hardly ever came home, and soon enough, I realized that he had his own bedroom located somewhere unbeknownst to me in the mansion. He never spent the night with me after that first night to my utter relief. Just thinking that I had sex with him that night made me feel very conflicted inside. The discomfort and tightness in my chest that accompanied my thoughts of that passionate night that we shared made me lock that memory away as I willed myself to forget all about it.“Can’t you put me down any gentler?” I asked sarcastically after he had practically dumped me onto the bed.Although he made sure to carry me all the way to my bedroom, Bradon showed no interest in me after he was done with the task. Once again, I had no idea what he was thinking. I watched in confusion as he stared at me silently before turning to leave.“Wait! We need to talk,” I cried out desperately as I reached my hands out to grab his arm.Before I knew what I was doing, I had already gr
Despite everything, I still had my arms around his body as if I was hanging on to dear life. There was probably no logical reason but only my stubbornness that kept me hanging on to him. The cold look that he had in his eyes transformed momentarily into a look of desire. With amazing speed, Bradon untangled my arms from around his body before pushing me down onto the bed. I felt the softness of the mattress against my back before the bed shifted under his weight as he climbed onto the bed and on top of me.“Bradon…” I whispered his name.His large frame loomed over my body, trapping me beneath him against the mattress. I should have felt scared of him but that wasn’t what I felt as my breathing started to quicken. His blue eyes seemed several shades darker than before, and I found them so captivating. My eyes drifted downwards from his eyes to his perfectly straight nose and then his alluringly beautiful lips.“It’s called ‘asking for it’,” he replied to his own question from earlier.
My body could still vividly recall the pleasure of our intense lovemaking from the night of our wedding, and I had to admit to myself that I was craving for him.Bradon bent down and began licking my collarbone before he began nibbling softly on it. I moaned as my hips began moving on the bed. Instead of pushing him away, I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair as I moaned his name softly. He licked his way down from my collarbone to the sensitive skin in between my breasts as his hand tugged at the small buttons in front of my dress.“Ahh…Bradon…” I moaned as I closed my eyes momentarily in bliss when he finally slipped his hand in between the opening in my dress.His hand finally found my breasts and began groping it a little roughly. I didn’t mind his rough caresses at all. In fact, it felt like exactly what I wanted as I felt my nipples harden into tight and almost painful knots. Brandon readily captured the swollen perk in between his fingertips before pinching it. I cried o
After finding the sweet spot that made me feel good, Bradon wasted no time in thrusting his fingers against it faster and harder. My hips moved uncontrollably in rhythm to the movement of his fingers. It felt unbelievably satisfying and I could feel myself losing control from the addictive satisfaction of his fingers pounding into me. I wasn’t sure why I reacted so strongly to him, but it certainly felt amazing to feel his fingers moving inside of me. Regardless of the reason, I had to admit that he turned me on and made me crave for more.“Brandon…I…Ahh…” I moaned as I felt my head spinning.My climax hit me so suddenly and made me cry out in a strangled voice as my entire body spasmed. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers as I came. I was a panting mess by that time and my entire body felt like it had lost all strength. I kept on squirting my juices out onto his fingers as I rode out the rough waves of my orgasm.“You came so much. My hand is all wet…” Bradon murmured before he
“You’re overreacting,” he said coldly.“No, I’m not…” I mumbled defensively.Regardless of his slightly cold attitude, Bradon offered me his hand as he stood next to the bed. After staring at his outstretched hand and hesitating for a moment, I finally slipped my hand into his to let him help me up from the bed.That was how I ended up sitting opposite Bradon at the long and large marble dining table. It was so late at night that I felt bad for interrupting Jenna and some of the staff’s rest because they had to set up the table for us and serve us food. To my surprise, Jenna was all smiles and she even hummed along to a tune of her own as she placed many dishes on the table. She made it feel like we were having breakfast on a sunny and bright morning with great weather rather than in the dead of night.“Bon appetite!” she said before smiling brightly at us.“Thank you…” I thanked her politely.Although it was happening much later than I had hoped for, I was now having dinner with Brad
“I’ve been thinking about this non-stop, to be honest. Anthony, where is he?” I asked a I cocked my head to the side slightly to show my curiosity in an exaggerated way.Where is Anthony?Does he even know that I’m locked up in this place?Does he know that Bradon took his place and married me instead?Is he fine with it?I stared at Bradon as I kept a curious look on my face as I waited for his response. It felt like a storm was coming and I could feel it although I couldn’t see it. It was just a feeling, but I knew that I had struck a chord within him. Although his face still betrayed absolutely no emotions, I could tell that I had willingly wandered into forbidden territory.“Where is Antony? I’ve been meaning to ask since I didn’t end up marrying him and he definitely wasn’t at our wedding or the reception after…” I asked while trying to sound completely innocent.Bradon just stared at me as if he could literally see through my face. Perhaps in his mind, I had already become trans
"You should go to bed," Bradon told me the moment that we stepped into the mansion. I knew that his suggestion was spot on because sleep was exactly what I needed to deal with what was to come. The media and everyone had undoubtedly gone wild as they both communicated and speculated on what was the truth and what were twisted lies from all the events that happened in the past that I shared with my sister.I switched off my phone when it wouldn't stop vibrating, without bothering to read the caller ID on the screen. I could already guess who would be calling me and also exactly what they had to say."It feels like my head is ready to explode," I confessed before smiling weakly at Bradon."Which is precisely why you should stop thinking or caring about anyone else and just get some shut-eye," Bradon said as he peeled away the mobile phone that I held in my hand. I let him do so without putting up any resistance because all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide under the sheets wit
"My name is Diana, which can only mean that the Diana standing over there is, in fact, my twin sister, Dahlia. In fact, for the past months, I wasn't present, and the Diana that you knew had always been my sister acting out in my place," Diana explained as if it was something to be proud of.The crowd went wild, but I decided to focus my attention on the two figures that seemed so intent on ruining my life along with my sister’s. Our father had officially become our enemy, and at that moment, he looked like he might have started to regret pushing both of us over the edge. Mr. Malton, who, after all this time, clearly never regretted his actions and never realized that he should have been man enough to take responsibility. I was certain that even now, he was willing to destroy our reputation and our future—all for the sake of the money undoubtedly promised to him by our father. Desperate times truly call for desperate measures; that applied to our father but also to us as well.I could
I found myself praying silently that Desmond could bring everything under control, but my prayers probably fell on deafened ears. Instead of Desmond stepping up to the podium, it was my sister who approached it instead."What is she doing?" I asked in a shaky whisper as I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat. It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as I continued staring in bewilderment and disbelief at my sister, who stood with a beautiful smile behind the podium, the microphone very close to her lips. I turned to stare at Desmond and managed to lock gazes with him. I could tell that he was staring right back at me, and the way he nodded his head reassuringly was supposed to bring me some relief and keep me at ease, but it only made me even more nervous.I could tell that everyone in the crowd was staring daggers at my sister, even from where I was standing. It wasn't surprising, considering that everyone thought Diana was me. It felt like tight knots had formed
Back to the present"Homewrecker! Homewrecker! Homewrecker!"The violent chanting continued and began seeping into my consciousness, dragging me back to the present. Disaster seemed to be staring me right in the face."Leya..." Bradon whispered my name right beside my ear.His presence close to me reminded me that, unlike that day back then, I wasn't alone. I had Bradon by my side, and, on top of that, everyone was here with me: Desmond and my sister. I suddenly felt a surge of confidence that made me believe that there could be a way out, one that would save us all from this dire situation my father had plotted against us.I had to admit that after leaving the country, I hadn't spared much thought for what would unfold after my departure. I never took care to follow up on any news-not that they would be made public-related to Mr. Malton's wife and child. I had no idea what happened to him or his family after that incident. My parents completely cut me off, and there was frankly no on
"What have you done? Have you completely lost your mind?" my father yelled at me immediately when our family was gathered in private. His face was completely red with anger as his voice echoed in the room. My mother looked like she was on the verge of tears, and I could tell that she was more worried about our family rather than her own daughter. "News of your ridiculous and scandalous behavior is now all over the place!" my father continued yelling. As if to drive his message home, his mobile phone began ringing non-stop. One glance at the name displayed on the screen drove my father to the brink before he switched off the phone and threw it onto the floor. My mother let out a scream at my father's sudden violent outburst before sinking down onto the sofa as if she had lost all strength in her body.I took the opportunity to slowly take a seat, and Diana was by my side in an instant. I knew that the best way to brave out this storm was to keep quiet and not let his words get to me.
Not having the experience of being a criminal before, I wasn't quite sure how one was supposed to be treated, but the experiences that I went through might have indeed been close. I thought that I was used to disappointing my parents and the people around me. I thought that I was used to seeing the look of disappointment and disapproval in their eyes before it became a look of resentment and then complete apathy and lack of care. I thought that I could deal with everything without getting my emotions involved because, after all, I was supposed to be used to this kind of treatment, and that was why I was caught utterly off guard by how quickly things escalated.Thinking back on it, my memories were quite blurry. Either it was simply too much for me to take in at the time for my brain to form any clear memories, or it was simply too shocking and too harsh for me to take. Either way, everything seemed to fly by me and over my head.Although every single teacher and the principal tried to
Just thinking that the fool right in front of me dared to say he was in love with my sister, while he couldn't even tell the two of us apart, made my blood boil. It took a lot of effort to repress the urge to reach out and strangle his neck right then and there. I reminded myself that I had a part to play and quite an audience to impress."No... this can't be..." Mr. Malton whispered hoarsely from a distance, stepping even further away from me. I stood up from the table, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back to my side as I glared up into his face."It's actually quite simple to fool you. All I had to do was dress up in my sister's clothes whenever I met you and talk a little more sweetly..." I said, letting out a hysterical laugh. I could still feel everyone's eyes on us as the attention in the room escalated even more than before.Mr. Malton was speechless as he tried to pull his arm away from my grip, but I wasn't about to let him get away so easily."Well, now I guess the secret is
I had no idea how Diana managed to keep the girls silent up until that point so that the news wouldn't spread; however, I knew that it wouldn't be too long before everyone in school knew about this illicit affair. We would be extremely lucky if this news did not spread beyond the school walls. Despite the gravity of the situation, Mr. Malton was already ready to make his retreat."What if they don't believe us? I feel so scared. I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to leave me," I said pleadingly just to see his reaction."You know that I would never do that. It would just be temporary until everything blows over. I promise that I will never leave you. How could I possibly leave you? I love you so much," he declared his love for me boldly.The more dramatic things became, the more I felt that his act of adoration was completely fake. No matter how many times he claimed to be in love with my sister, it seemed like he couldn't even tell us apart. I wondered what kind of face h
"Leya, you need to help me find a way out of this. Diana simply cannot make this kind of mistake," my sister told me slowly and clearly as she stared directly into my eyes."You're right. You can't afford to make these kinds of mistakes," I agreed solemnly."No one else must find out about this. We have to do something before word gets out because word is definitely going to get out,," my sister stated calmly, and I could tell that she had returned to her calm and collected self."Can't we tell them that they simply misunderstood and that it's not true?" I asked, daring to harbor a little bit of hope."They probably won't believe what we tell them, but they might believe what we show them," Diana replied, and I could tell her mind was made up.Without using any more words, it seemed like an understanding had formed between us, and once again, it felt like it was us against the entire world....**The Next Day**As I pushed open the back door to the building that was supposed to be off