Diana did not look impressed at my lack of reaction to her teasing words. Although, I did realize that if I hadn't called her out on her act, we would probably be doing it right now. Any fool who couldn't tell the two sisters apart would have surely fallen into her trap."You know, I really hate you," she confessed before smiling sweetly at me."Then get off of me already," I said, with the warning edge in my voice."Not yet. We need to talk," she said as she pressed her hands on top of my shoulders as if they would help keep me in place.I had no idea why she needed to be sitting on top of me for us to have a decent conversation. Diana's mind seemed to be racing as her eyes started to dart to the side, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was trying so desperately hard to figure out."This is going to sound quite crazy. I hate you, but for some reason, I feel like I can trust you now. Maybe it's because you can tell that I'm not Dahlia," she said before she hesitated. My patience
Thankfully, both the interview and shoot for the magazine ended early, and I was able to make it back quickly to the hospital."Lady Diana," one of the bodyguards said when they saw me."Please move aside, I need to see my sister right away," I said hurriedly. However, instead of stepping aside and opening the door for me right away, the guards glanced at each other with a hesitant look on their faces, as if they weren't sure about what to do. That was when it occurred to me that Diana wasn't the only person inside my hospital room."Is Bradon here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm.He called to tell me that he would come and pick me up. I should have told him that I had to go out in Diana's place because she suddenly fell sick. Although I doubted that he would agree to letting me take my sister's place for the photoshoot, maybe I should have told him anyway. My body froze in place, and I found that I wasn't sure what to do. Bradon was clearly inside with Diana right now.My hear
Bradon was supposed to pick me up from the hospital, but I had to take my sister's place at her magazine interview and photoshoot. Diana was supposed to be sick in bed. When Bradon arrived to pick me up, he should have met Diana, who was supposed to explain my absence. I wasn't sure how things were supposed to turn out, but Bradon making out with my sister while I was away surely surpassed even my wildest imagination."Are you feeling alright, miss?" the driver asked as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I quickly turned away to hide my face because I feared that he might recognize me. "I'm fine. Please just continue driving; I'll pay you, that's not a problem," I said to reassure him while hating just how broken and upset I sounded. My voice was cracking, and it sounded like my throat was dry. I could feel the taxi driver staring at me through the rearview mirror for a moment before redirecting his attention back to the road. I could no longer ignore the tears streaming
‘You told me that he was beyond amazing in bed. Maybe I should see for myself whether or not that is true…’My sister's teasing words came back to me, and they never felt so threatening as they did at that moment. Although I knew that she wasn't purely joking about it, I also didn't think that she would end up acting on it either. I also never counted on something like that happening when the two of them were left alone together while I was out doing Diana a favor. I was beyond angry at my sister and her lack of restraint, but then I realized that Diana had always been this way. I just never thought that she would seduce Bradon given the fact that she knew about my relationship with him. That thought gave me pause, as I wondered what kind of relationship I actually have with Bradon. After all, just as my sister correctly pointed out, I wasn't his real wife, and we were not really married. The fact remained that, despite all of our sexual relations, there wasn't supposed to be any rom
I wondered what Bradon was doing and if the two of them just continued on where they had left off after I practically ran out of the room. Now that my sister had returned, it felt like there was no room for me anymore. I felt like no one wanted or needed me anymore and once again I was reminded of the fact that perhaps I was nothing more than a spare and a stand-in for my sister. The only person who wanted me and was a little dependent on me was Desmond, with his twisted idea of how to incorporate me into his grand scheme."I guess it might rain all night," I mumbled to myself. The sound of the rain beating down echoed all around me to the extent that I could barely hear myself. Strangely, despite the loud sound of the wind and rain, I managed to find some peace and solace. I leaned back and let out a loud sigh before closing my eyes as if it would help erase everything from my mind. The only relief to the pain was the fact that I knew that I would not be disturbed and until I felt li
Slowly, as if he was taking care to make sure that everything would work out perfectly, his hand reached out to capture the side of my face before his lips slowly inched closer to mine.He's going to kiss me...I thought that I had been brought under a binding spell as his lips approached mine. It felt like everything that I had been waiting for and dreaming of was about to come true at that very moment. It felt like if our lips met, my life would take a drastic turn for the better. For a moment everything just felt so right; however, in the very next instance it felt like everything was spiraling out of my control. My body stiffened and refused to move the way that I wanted to as if every fiber of my being was resisting what was about to come. My mind struggled to understand the feelings swirling in the depths of my heart and the way that my body was behaving. Anthony was about to kiss me, but for some strange reason that I did not understand, I didn't desire his kiss."I... I..." I
I felt so lucky that he found me, and I was so happy that I couldn't stop crying, although I was certain that Brandon never thought that I was crying tears of joy as he held me in his arms."Stop crying now, Dahlia. I'm here and everything is going to be alright," he said, as if he had already forgotten that the reason I ran out of the hospital in the first place was because I caught him making out with my sister. That recollection made my entire body stiffen in his arms. Bradon must have felt the change in me as well because he slowly let go of me before holding me at arm's length so that he could peer into my face. "Dahlia," he called my name softly as he reached his hand slowly towards my face. I knew instinctively that he wanted to wipe my tears away, and although I appreciated that gentle and caring gesture, I couldn't bear for him to see my tear-streaked face. I quickly turned away before wiping away my own tears with the back of my hands. "Please don't look at me," I mumbled.
“Stop talking nonsense, Dahlia,” Bradon warned.“Then, why don't you answer my question? I asked you if Anthony told you about this place,” I asked him again, although I knew pretty well that he wouldn't answer my question. After all, Bradon never answered any questions that I asked him about Anthony. It was like Anthony was a topic that was off-limits between us, and asking and talking about him became taboo. Bradon stared at me in silence as if he was deciding what he wanted to do to me. For a moment, I was truly convinced that he was going to lift me up and carry me over his shoulders like a sack of cargo, and my body stiffened just at the thought.“He didn’t tell me anything,” Bradon replied so softly that at first, I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it all.“What did you just say?” I asked while focusing my attention entirely on him.Bradon seemed to hesitate to say anything more and I could feel my frustration rising up uncontrollably in my chest. “He didn’t tell you anything?” I
"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
The moment that thought entered my mind, I quickly killed it and pushed it out of my mind as if extinguishing a small flame before it would spread and engulf everything. I told myself that it wouldn’t have to come to that and that we could find another way to figure things out.“Does it matter? Why does it have to matter?” Diana asked, and her tone was cold.My sister’s response quickly snapped me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I narrowed my eyes at her as my irritation started to take over.“It does matter! Have you completely lost your mind? He’s our teacher,” I reminded her as I started to truly lose my head over what my sister had confessed to me.Had I known that the person she had been dating was one of our teachers, I would have definitely stopped her. That was probably the reason why Diana decided to keep it a secret, even from me. In reality, I had my own doubts about whether or not I could have persuaded my sister not to pursue her taboo relationship with Mr. Malton
"I guess he is not someone in this school," I said as I ran my mind through potential candidates who could be my sister's true love."It's a secret," Diana repeated again before pressing her index finger teasingly against her lips."Are you really not going to tell me?" I asked."Honestly, you have no idea just how much I am dying to tell you who he is. But you see, I did promise him to keep it a secret between us... at least for now," Diana said before flashing me a regretful smile."I don't think I will end up liking this guy. He's telling you to keep secrets from me," I replied teasingly."I'll make sure that you're the first one to find out," Diana promised me with a beaming smile."I guess that it's good enough for me that you're happy," I told her honestly."Thank you, Leya. I love you so much. You're probably the only one who truly cares about my happiness," my sister said before pulling me into her embrace.Back then, when I held my sister in my arms and hugged her back tightl
“Shall we?” Bradon asked as he offered me his arm invitingly.“Thank you,” I replied as I smoothly slipped my arm into his.Appearing in front of the public as Diana, with Bradon as my escort as he flawlessly acted out the role of Anthony, drew quite a lot of attention to us. I could tell that Bradon felt restless, even under his calm and collected exterior, and that was probably because he couldn’t wait for this engagement announcement to come to an end. Even though he should have been reassured now that Diana was taking my place at the ceremony, it seemed that nothing could make Bradon completely feel at ease given the situation.“I sincerely hope that they keep it short,” Bradon whispered right into my ear before planting a soft kiss against my temple.I was sure we looked like the perfect loving couple, and perhaps that wasn’t so far from the truth. For the life of me, I had no idea how Diana managed to convince Desmond to let her take my place at the engagement ceremony, but I wa
"So, are you going to get on your hands and knees to beg? How much longer will you keep me waiting?" I asked while pointing my index finger at the empty floor right in front of my feet.If looks could kill, I would have died an extremely painful death, stabbed by the millions of daggers flying out of my father's eyes from the way he was glaring at me. Even when I was clearly his only route of escape from the impending hell that was awaiting him, it was clear that my father felt nothing but hatred for me. I returned his stare with one of my own as I continued pointing to the floor where I wanted them to get on their hands and knees."I'm still waiting. Oh, but if you're not willing, then I'll make sure that some men will escort you out," I said before grinning at them. I could tell that my father was hesitating, and that meant that he was truly considering abandoning whatever pride he had left to get down on his hands and knees to beg for help from his long-abandoned daughter.Time mov