It infuriated me that he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without a care about how I felt while I didn’t have the freedom to do the same. It honestly felt like my chest was ready to explore from the tension and frustration that had started accumulating inside. “I’m going to sunbathe…and then I’ll play in the water…then I’ll go for a swim in the pool…” I muttered my plan as my voice shook from anger. **Bradon’s point of view**I managed to wrap up the whole mess and calm down the situation within a few hours which was something that I felt slightly proud of. However, the fact that it came at the cost of a handful of my men sustaining injuries made me feel like I could have done better had I been less hasty. Men getting injured during these kinds of crackdown operations wasn’t abnormal no matter how well prepared we were. There would always be unforeseeable circumstances and dangers. Everyone had to stay on their toes and learn to expect the unexpected. Everyone’s life w
“I’m Sam. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself before showing me a smile. His sun-kissed tan skin complimented his light brown eyes and hair and I found myself smiling easily in his presence. “I’m Diana,” I introduced myself simply because I believed that he already knew who I was supposed to be. “Shall we get started?” he asked with clear excitement. “Sure…” I replied as I unwrapped the thin shawl that I had around my waist to reveal the bright red bikini that I had on. While in the middle of my lesson, I realized that Zain had suddenly disappeared somewhere. It must have been while I was under water with Sam because I didn’t realize when he left. It did not bother me and I decided to devote my attention to Sam and all that he was teaching and showing me. He was a good and patient teacher and he made sure to strike a good balance between teaching me the basics in words and getting me to try things out for myself. The staff was right in the deep end of the pool being very de
“What were you doing in the water? Were you trying to kill yourself?” he asked with widened eyes. He did mention just now that I couldn't swim. Could it be…?“Bradon, you don’t happen to really think that I can’t swim, do you?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. “You can't…swim…” he murmured.This time I could tell that he was less certain than before and there was an unmistakable look of hesitation and confusion in his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know who told you that I can’t swim but I can. I can swim just fine,” I stated, slowly and clearly. Bradon looked confused and he didn’t seem convinced about the fact that I could swim while I wondered how much longer I needed to deal with this nonsense of his. “I’m not a pro but I’m quite a competent swimmer. Just so you know, I’m not going to simply and randomly drown in a swimming pool, and in case you haven’t realized, I had an instructor with me as well,” I explained while wondering why I had to point out the obvious.H
The wind blew all around us and I could hear the rustling of leaves from the trees close by. The sea wasn’t far off and I could smell the unique scent of the ocean. It was getting dark quite fast but I didn’t want to go back inside until we finished our conversation properly. “You’re right. It’s my fault for leaving you here. Although you seemed to have enjoyed yourself immensely while I was gone, I’ll stick to my offer to buy you whatever that you want,” he said emotionlessly. I was quite surprised that he was freely admitting that it was his fault for leaving me, although I did not miss that he hadn’t exactly offered me words of apology. Then again, I wasn’t dying to hear him say ‘sorry’. Instead, there was something that I wanted but it was something that his money couldn’t buy. “There’s something that I want from you, and lucky for you, you don’t even have to pay to give it to me,” I said as I took a step towards him to close the distance between us. “What is it that you want?
The wind was getting stronger and the temperature had dropped. I knew that Bradon was logically right that we should head inside but my stubbornness had already taken over. “Your hand is cold…” he said to me softly. “Stop trying to change the topic…” I warned. The moment he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, my words felt stuck in my throat. His lips were soft and warm and their touch on the back of my hand made my insides tingle. Even though I knew that he was doing this to distract me from pushing him for answers, I couldn’t help the way that my chest tightened. It took a lot of effort to stop myself from moaning when I felt the wet tip of his tongue flicking softly against the back of my hand. “Stop…” I said as I tried to pull my hand away.Of course, it was no use. On top of failing to free my hand from his grasp, Bradon rewarded my vain effort by sucking softly on the back of my hand. He looked straight at me as his lips continued kissing and sucking on the back of my
“Anthony did something very similar before. There was this birthday party of one of our mutual friends. We were all invited to the party and ended up going together. I didn’t want to be there but Diana was insistent on dragging me along. I remember I felt like such a third wheel and I hated it…” I said in a light tone as I recalled my memories from that day. Surprisingly, I found it easier to recount the story to Bradon now that I have started. I had no idea why I was suddenly telling him this or why I suddenly felt so talkative but it felt better than the silence that dwelled between us just a short while before. Even more surprisingly, was the fact that Bradon was silently and willingly listening to my tale. “Someone said something that pissed me off and I decided to escape rather than making a scene. I didn’t want to ruin Diana’s date with Anthony, so I just walked away alone into the garden at the back of their mansion. This is going to sound so stupid, but it was dark and I was
My core throbbed and tightened when he capture my nipple and pinched it hard. My hips jerked and then I was thrusting my chest upwards, shoving my breasts right into his hand. Although our honeymoon was supposed to be fake just like our fabricated marriage, we clearly didn’t have any problems when it came to affairs on the bed. Bradon was eager and my body truly yearned for the pleasure that he could provide. Everything came naturally as we sought pleasure from each other’s bodies. Bradon’s other hand caressed it way down the curve of my body, sliding along the curve of my waist to my hips before moving even lower to stroke the side of my thigh. He pulled my right leg to the side to spread my thighs as he settled in between them. My body trembled and I could feel my core quivering from both excitement and anticipation. I must have known since we stepped into this room when we first arrived that this moment would arrive sooner or later. His lips captured mine as his tongue sunk into
I wanted him so badly that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. Bradon enjoyed teasing me and watching my reaction. “Can you feel my fingers slowly entering you? It’s so wet and so hot inside you…” he asked seductively. I could feel it so distinctively. His thick and long fingers painfully slowly sliding deeper and deeper into my love tunnel. His fingers stretched my pussy walls and slowly filled me up inside while I made small whimpering sounds in my throat at the pleasure that burst forth inside of me. “Ahh…it’s so good…” I moaned when he buried his fingers deeply into me. Bradon pulled his fingers slowly out of me before thrusting it all the way inside again. It felt like I finally got what I wished so desperately for when he began slamming his fingers hard in and out of my flooded love entrance. I couldn't believe how wet he had made me. His fingers pounded mercilessly against my pleasure spot. I cried out as my body writhed from pure ecstasy on the bed. “There’s no need
I needed to leave him and as soon as possible, but I didn't know how I could achieve that. My past experiences have taught me quite directly that I couldn't truly run away from Bradon. Escaping from the mansion was unquestionably impossible. I could not run away, so that meant that I needed to get Bradon to agree to let me leave. My legs already felt weak, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut my eyes to escape reality. I knew that I needed to talk to Bradon about ending our fake marriage as soon as possible, although I had no idea how to bring up the topic. Something told me that it might prove to be difficult to get Bradon to agree, and there was always a risk that he might react unpredictably.However, if everything he did was simply him just acting out his role and his feelings for me didn't truly exist, then that might be the solution to all of my problems. If he felt no attachment to me, then he should have no problem letting me go just as planned. After all
The party ended early, yet it was quite eventful, at least for Bradon and myself. I felt like there was a storm raging inside of me all the while that we rode back to his mansion. It felt like there was something right at the tip of my tongue that I wanted to say, but yet I couldn't bring myself to say it. There were times when I thought that I fully understood myself and what I wanted, and yet at the very same time, I felt so confused and lost. The feelings that were struggling to take dominance inside of me did not make sense, and it made me feel as if my thoughts and my feelings were heading in the direct opposite direction of one another.Bradon's words of defiance as he confronted my father came back to me loud and clear:"Dahlia is not your daughter anymore, and neither am I one of the Vulkans. I will never let you take my wife..."I should have known that entering into this contract marriage with Bradon, while taking my sister's place, would somehow lead to blurring the line be
"But..." I mumbled, but I could not bring myself to say anything else when my eyes met his. His beautiful lips curved into a teasing smile, and there was a certain sparkle in the depths of his eyes that captivated my attention. That was when I knew that although he probably disapproved of what I had just done, there was a part of him that was actually quite pleased. I found myself smiling sweetly back at him like I was some fool."You hit me? You vile bitch! I'm your father. I raised you!" my father screamed at me at the top of his lungs. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had forgotten where we were and the fact that we were surrounded by other high-profile guests who were attending the party."Dahlia, how could you do something like that? How could you hurt your father? We never raised you to become like this," my mother said, with clear disappointment and shock on her facial features."Really? Because here I honestly thought that I was already disowned. Well, to be more accurate
I was certain that just as many people hated her and blamed her for going against societal norms, there were probably just as many people who admired her, either openly or secretly as her fans. Perhaps to them, our sisterly duo act was the spice they needed in their endlessly boring lives."Don't you feel better from just seeing how everyone is welcoming us with open arms?" Diana continued before she raised her hand to wave at someone that she knew."Fine. I admit that you got your point across," I said as my eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered for the party. I could feel Bradon tensing at my side, and I knew that he had just spotted the two people that I least wanted to see at that moment. "Did you know about this?" I turned to ask Diana without hiding my shock."That they'll be here? I guess not, but why does it matter? You'd have run into them sooner or later. If you ask me, the sooner the better," Diana said with a careless shrug of her shoulders.I narrowed my eyes as I gla
"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.