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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Changes in Us
I had to admit that I didn’t understand what was happening and what led to this outcome. However, I had to also admit that being kissed by him felt much better than having him yell at me. Despite that, I could still feel his anger and then his frustration as he continued kissing me.“Mhmm…” I let out another moan when his hand cupped my chin and his fingers pressed against my cheeks to urge me to part my lips to welcome his tongue. Bradon thrusted his tongue deeply between my lips when I parted them. His heat and his taste filled my mouth along with the entrance of his tongue. I could sense his desperate need from the way that his tongue swiveled wildly in my mouth and entwined with mine. I stopped struggling against him as I surrendered to the pleasure of his kiss and the heat that had started building up in the pit of my belly. My tongue moved against his in an impassioned dance as I let my natural instincts take over. His kiss felt so pleasurable and it made my body yearn for him.
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Consumed with Worry
I glanced at the screen on my phone when it lit up and vibrated on my bed. I had gotten used to receiving text messages from Desmond asking me to meet him. If this had happened before my argument with Bradon, I would have headed out right away to meet up with the prince no matter the cost. Although I knew that it would be better if I met up with him, my mood wouldn't allow it, and I found myself rejecting all of his invitations.‘Do you want to go out?’ read the short text message that I had received from the prince. ‘Sorry, but I'm not feeling too well,’ I texted back even without thinking about it. Nothing had happened that would warrant me going out to see the prince. There was no news regarding the change in the king's condition and that meant that our plans couldn't go forward. I honestly wanted to know if the time of the king's death was nearing, but it wasn't like I could simply ask Desmond if his father was going to die any time soon or why it was taking so long.‘Is there a
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Bedroom Visit
I don't even remember how I ended up standing right in front of his bedroom door, but I definitely did. After tossing and turning in bed for many hours, I decided that it was useless to ignore my worries. When I closed my eyes all I could think about was Brandon and all I could see was him lying in bed half dead while he was dealing with his illness all alone. I could imagine him being too stubborn to go see a doctor at the hospital. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already gotten out of bed and was marching out of my bedroom. Everything happened in a blur because I was in such a hurry, and the next thing I knew, I was already standing right in front of his bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock but hesitated. Just when I mustered enough courage to knock on his door, the door swung open even before I could bang on it. “Why are you here?” Bradon asked the moment that he opened the door and saw me standing there. His sudden appearance caught me off guard, and I struggled to ans
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Caring for Him
No matter how many times I’ve seen that clueless expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to get used to it or the way that my heart leapt strangely in my chest. “But Jenna said…” I murmured before my mouth hung open and I was at a loss for words.Did she fool me? Had I been worrying about nothing at all all this time?The expression I had on my face must have been quite amusing because it managed to make Bradon laugh. “Oh, I guess she just meant to say that I’m a little overworked…” he said after his laughter had calmed down somewhat. “You’re overworked? So, that means that you’re still sick…right?” I asked as my worries returned. “I guess…” Bradon mumbled without meeting my eyes. “Are you or are you not feeling unwell?” I asserted my question again. “What would you do if I told you that I’m feeling unwell?” he asked before grinning at me. “Stop playing games with me! Just answer me honestly, are you sick or are you not sick?” I demanded to know.Brandon seemed to thin
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Letting My Guard Down
For some reason, whenever he told me not to worry, I always found myself worrying about him. At least it seemed like he was just coming home late to avoid me because of our argument from last time. I wanted to ask him more about his work or what was going on in his life but decided to hold my tongue. “It's all done now. Your hair is dry now,” I announced while feeling a little proud of myself before putting the hair dryer to the side.Silence settled in between us, and I realized that we were alone in his bedroom and on the bed together. I knew that I should leave before something would happen, but just when I was about to excuse myself, Brandon reached for my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. His abrupt and unexpected action made me turn towards him and our eyes locked. “I should leave,” I quickly said.Despite my words, I found it impossible to tear my gaze away from his mesmerizing blue eyes. My chest tightened and I realized that I had started feeling very conscious of h
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Unstoppable Monster
I could feel my insides clenching as heat gathered in a pool between my legs before slowly seeping out from my opening. Everywhere he touched me seemed to throb up with need, and I could feel my body heating up in a dangerous way that I was now familiar with whenever he touched me this way. Somewhere deep down inside of my mind, I must have known that something like this was bound to happen if I entered his bedroom. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much regret and it felt so tempting to simply surrender to his seductive caresses.“We shouldn't be doing this and you're supposed to be sick,” I reminded him.I let out a loud moan when Bradon suddenly pushed his fingers directly against the wet heat between my legs before he began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. He chuckled amusingly as he observed my reactions, and I knew that he found my words to be unconvincing. “How can I possibly stop when my wife is clearly wanting it?” he teased me mercilessly as his fingers be
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Serving My Sick Husband
I knew that I was about to reach my climax from his fingers, and I couldn't wait for my release to rise up and claim me. My insides felt so hot as my body and hip moved around on top of his. After a few more intense and fast thrusts against my g-spot, I threw my head back and cried out his name at the top of my lungs as I felt myself losing myself to my overwhelming climax. I orgasmed spectacularly as my mind suddenly felt blank.“That was so beautiful, Dahlia. You're so sexy…” he whispered to me as I struggled to deal with the aftereffects of my intense climax.I felt his fingers slowly gliding out of my quivering wet hole as my body felt like it had lost all of its strength. I laid down on top of him and panted as I struggled to catch my breath.“You made me so hard. You're going to take responsibility for this, right?” he asked as he guided my hand and pressed it against the hard evidence of his arousal. My eyes widened when I cupped the outline of his erect cock in my hand. It fe
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Inescapable Satisfaction
Although it was embarrassing at first, I quickly began enjoying myself,and soon my body was moving as if it had a will of its own. Brandon's large manly hands cupped the sides of my hips as he helped to support my body. After a while of enjoying himself watching me bounce and move on top of him, Brandon thrusted his hips upwards from the bed. “Do you like it? Do you enjoy doing it with your poor husband out of pity?” he asked tauntingly. I moaned loudly and cried out with his name when his hips suddenly jerked upwards and pounded his cock roughly upwards into my accepting hole. “Yes! Yes!” I cried out as I threw my head back and angled my pussy so that his hard rod could pierce against my pleasure spot.It felt like his cock had grown inside of me and it was now scraping out my insides with each of his rough and powerful thrust. I knew without a doubt now that he was feeling extremely fine or even better than his usual self. As his cock moved more smoothly in and out of me, it star
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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
