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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Passionate Reminder
Frankly, it was hard for me to imagine myself living in the palace under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone else there. First of all, the palace feels stifling and I was sure that I would end up feeling unhappy there despite everything that Desmond would do to please me. Secondly, it now felt quite strange for me to leave this mansion, and perhaps it was because I had been living there for quite some time already. Regardless of the reason, it never once crossed my mind that I should move in to live at the palace.“Are you worried that I'm going to leave you all alone in your large mansion? Will you be lonely without me?” I asked teasingly before letting out a soft laugh.One look at Brandon's face and I could tell that he didn't find my joke to be at all funny. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest when he slowly closed the distance between us. His blue eyes held mine intently, and I found it slightly harder to breathe under his intense gaze. The silence that surrounded us only ma
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Leaving His Mark
It soon became too much for me to take, and I had to break our kiss. My chest heaved up and down as a struggle to catch my breath. Bradon stared at me with a dark look of desire in his eyes and that excited me more than it made me weary of the purpose of his sudden seduction. “Wait…” I murmured as I struggled to think straight. I knew very well that if this kept on going, we would end up doing it right until the end until we were both satisfied. “You're my wife, Dahlia. Don’t you dare forget that even for a moment. You should use your body to please your husband whenever he wants you,” Brandon hissed as his hands pulled my body roughly up against his hard frame. His lips captured mine again and all the words of protest that my mind could conjure were swallowed up in our heated kiss. I moaned into our kiss when his hands began stroking the side of my thighs. The throbbing ache in between my legs slowly became unbearable, and I could tell that I was growing very wet down there. His
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Obsessive Desires
I cried out loudly when he screwed three thick and long fingers upwards inside of my trembling love hole. His fingers stretched and filled me all the way up inside. When he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me, I cried out his name as I felt my climax fast approaching. His fingers stimulated my pussy walls before ramming hard against my pleasure spot. The faster he thrusted his fingers, the louder I moaned and cried out his name. “Do you want me to make you cum, Dahlia?” Bradon asked knowingly. The pleasure became so overwhelming that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. It was a miracle that I could still stay standing as my pussy clenched hard around the fingers that he had embedded inside of me. “Please. Please make me cum,” I begged him shamelessly as desire fogged up my mind and clouded my judgment. “Good girl. You should have just begged for it right from the beginning,” he said while sounding extremely satisfied. Bradon did not waste time in pounding his finge
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Desperate Lust
Instead of fulfilling my wishes right away, Bradon took great pleasure in teasing me with his slow and deliberate strokes. I stood up on my tiptoe as he held my other leg upwards as I began losing myself in the pleasure of our union. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tightly, do you want more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. I felt so desperate for more of his loving that all I could do was nod my head in response. Bradon chuckled softly in my ear as he reached his hand under my ass to better support my body and position my opening where he wanted it. That was a sure sign that he was about to get serious in pounding me and I couldn't wish for it to be any other way between us. I brace myself for the impact of his wild loving as Bradon slowly reared his hips back until almost the entire length of his cock had exited my body. He groaned my name like an animal in heat as he screwed his thick manhood all the way back into my wet tunnel in a single thrust that made me cry out his nam
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Discovering My Sweet Secret
Dawn seemed to have just broken when I woke up. Surprisingly, Brandon was still sound asleep next to me on the bed. I had expected that I would wake up alone to find that he had already left. While taking extra care not to wake him, I got out of bed despite not having a clear destination of where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I honestly felt very troubled although I didn't want to admit it even to myself. My body felt heavy slightly from the strenuous exercise that Bradon had put me through the night before, but there was also a sense of fatigue in my mind that probably came from excessive worry and stress. I truly wish that I had slept soundly and deeply; however, the truth was that I had quite a disturbing dream last night. Homewrecker! Homewrecker! Homewrecker! I could still hear the sound of their accusing chant even when I was sleeping. What bothered me wasn't their harsh words, but their hostile bloodlust that seemed to threaten to tear me into a hundred pieces or unt
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Comfort and Warning
“What's wrong?” I asked as I cocked my head slightly to the side while I kept my eyes on his face.“I'm the one who should be asking you that and not the other way around. What's wrong, Dahlia?” He asked with true concern in his voice. Perhaps it was because I wasn't used to having someone worrying about me apart from my sister that I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions as if a floodgate that had been locked up inside of me had started to slowly open up. “I'm fine…” I replied, although I had to say that I didn't sound so convincing or sure of myself. “Don't let their words bother you…” Bradon advised as if he could see through me. That was what I had always been telling myself all along. I told myself that if I let people's words bother me and get to me, I would always be the victim and it would end up breaking me and driving me crazy. Despite that, I had to say that sometimes it became difficult especially when I came face to face with those people and when I heard those accu
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Stay with Me
I tried to tell myself that that added to the excitement, although I knew that it was just me trying to be too optimistic about everything to stay sane. “I know exactly how you can help me. What about deciding that Diana has to go off on holiday or something for a couple of months?” I asked before I grinned at him. Honestly, I didn't think that he would agree to my outrageous idea, but it didn't seem like it would hurt to give it a try.“If I allowed that, then what are you going to do? Are you going to move in with the king at the palace?” He asked coldly.Of course, that wasn’t what I had in mind. All I wanted was to stop acting as Diana for a while so that I could focus on being myself and helping out Desmond with his plan when it counted the most. However, I could already tell that my suggestion must have sounded very ridiculous to Bradon and that it must be impossible for him to agree to. “What do you want me to do?” I asked as I stared directly into his eyes.Braddon stared b
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Acting Strange
I stared at the calm and accepting expression on his face before I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you really okay with this?” I asked suspiciously. “I guess we have to do what we have to do. What I think doesn't matter,” he replied too casually. I pursed my lips together before rolling my eyes upwards towards the ceiling. “You do realize that if we get this busy, then I won't have time to do any work with the King,” I reminded him pointedly. He's not doing this intentionally to keep me from spending time with Desmond, is he? “You were the one who said that you would somehow manage both of your roles without letting your plan with Desmond impact our arrangement,” Bradon reminded me all too quickly. I bit down on my lower lip as I hated to admit that he was right. However, when I made that promise, I had never imagined that my workload as Diana would literally take up all of my waking hours for every single day of the week. “You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?” I said accus
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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Unstoppable
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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King The Truth We Chose
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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Irresponsible Lover
"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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King The Bigger Problem
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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Secret Boyfriend
"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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King An Attempt at Revenge
“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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King At My Feet
"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
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Time to Beg
“Dahlia, dear! Please help your dear father!” The head of the Alnault family desperately pleaded for my help. I squinted my eyes at his face as I took in the evident panic and helplessness displayed on his features. I wasn't sure what I was hoping for when I wanted to see him, but his reaction surely surpassed even my wildest expectations. Gone were all of his confidence and arrogance. Perhaps, for the first time in his life, this man was feeling truly hopeless and helpless. “Dahlia! You have to help get us out of this. You need to help our family!”my mother's high-pitched voice begged openly for my help.I glanced in her direction. I wasn't at all surprised to feel absolutely no pity for her. The only question that went through my mind was why these two people were still standing on their feet rather than kneeling in front of me on their knees. My biological father continued begging while giving me countless reasons why I should help him out. However, most of his words were lost to
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Early Present
It was true that I had ample opportunities to tell Bradon about it, but it was also true that bringing it up would ruin the romantic and joyful mood between us and whatever we were in the middle of doing. Bradon came home early and in time for dinner every day, as if it was a change in habit. We spent time together just like regular couples—staying at home, watching movies, taking a dip in the pool, walking together in the garden, and doing many other things just to enjoy each other's company. It felt like we were making up for all the lost time.…**Around a week later**Diana's brewing plan kept me on edge. The secret preparation for the royal engagement announcement was in full swing. As for me, I spent a lot of time mentally preparing myself for what was to come. Each peaceful day that went by felt like the perfect calm before a raging storm. One day, I woke up to find Bradon sitting on the side of the bed, his eyes on me as if he was waiting patiently for me to wake up from my sl
