It was one thing for me to have fallen in love with him, but a completely different matter altogether to expect Bradon to be in love with me as well. "How can you be so ridiculously blind? He is so in love with you. It is so obvious that I'm sure that everybody can tell as well just from looking at him and when the two of you are together. Everyone can see it as plain as day," Diana said with a sense of urgency and exasperation as if she couldn't understand why I didn't share her views."It's all just acting. Whenever we are together in public or when there are people around, he's just acting like Anthony would," I replied. When Diana shook her head softly from side to side, I could tell that she didn't believe a word I was saying, and for a moment, I felt like my words weren't truly convincing."I'm pretty sure that you can't even convince yourself with those words. What you're saying is not true, Leya, and you know it better than anybody else. Listen, if he doesn't care about you,
"How is that possible? That's ridiculous," Diana mumbled, looking quite shocked."I know exactly how you feel. I was very stunned and shocked when he first told me as well. Honestly, I didn't believe it at first, but when I thought about it, I realized that he must be telling the truth. Even now, I still find it very hard to believe," I confessed truthfully."If what you're saying is true, then does that mean that the Anthony we met sometime in the past could have been Bradon?" Diana asked, tilting her head slightly to the side as if playing with the idea."Yes, I think that's what happened, although I have no idea when Bradon was actually taking Anthony’s place," I replied with an uneasy feeling inside. I suddenly felt an uncomfortable stirring sensation in the pit of my stomach and realized that I had started feeling extremely anxious. Diana kept on staring at me without saying a word as if she was thinking of something, and that made me feel even more unsettled than before."This i
"Can you please stop making that face? The world isn't coming to an end," Diana said teasingly before she stood up from her seat and approached my side. Before I could say anything, my sister had already wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed her cheek against mine."So, do you still want an apology from me for what I did that day at the hospital?" my sister asked before letting out a giggle."You can save it," I mumbled in reply.Although the result of Diana's mischievous little plan turned my world upside down more than once, I had to admit that it made me understand Bradon better than before. On top of that, it made me realize that I needed to talk things out with him as soon as possible. The sooner I sorted out Bradon from Anthony in my past memories, the better it would be for me to understand and sort out my feelings. In response to my reply, Diana just let out a laugh before hugging me tighter than before.…"You don't have to wait out here. Master Bradon will be back
Thinking about the past and realizing how much had changed between us made me chuckle softly at the thought."What's so funny?" Bradon asked in a low whisper before placing a tender kiss on my cheek."Nothing. I was just thinking a little about the past," I replied before flashing him a smile.Bradon didn't say anything, but there was a slight tension between us. He must have realized that we could no longer avoid the conversation forever. We had spent more than enough time tiptoeing around the subject without approaching it directly."My sister came to visit. She mentioned that she managed to get your permission," I told Bradon the moment we took our seats at the dining table."Really? I guess that's a good thing," Bradon replied passively as he began eating.I ate as well, although food was the last thing on my mind at that moment. While we both ate in silence, I couldn't help but steal glances in Bradon's direction as I wondered what he was thinking. I had expected that he would as
If we were to talk about things right from the beginning, it was only natural for me to ask him about the first time I met Anthony, or at least the guy I thought was supposed to be Anthony. I had always been certain that the person I met on that day was Anthony; after all, there was no reason for me to believe otherwise. However, after learning that Bradon had taken Anthony's place before in the past, it felt like I could no longer be sure about anything. The ability to tell the two of them apart was a skill that I mastered not so long ago. I felt slightly conflicted, and I hesitated before asking the question on my mind because I realized that before I could seek the truth from him, I had to make my own confessions first."Actually, the first time my sister was supposed to formally meet Anthony, I was there in her place. I guess for me, that's when everything started," I confessed softly before shifting my eyes to Bradon's face to observe his reaction to my confession.My heart clenc
"Why does it matter? That was so long ago," Bradon replied dismissively, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic any longer. Despite what he wanted, I wasn't inclined to let it go, because I could clearly imagine the consequences of his actions. I stared at him intensely while feeling a stinging sensation at the back of my eyes that made me realize that I was on the verge of tears. It was probably because I could relate to his situation, imagining the punishment and the price he had to pay to cover for me. If on that day, the one who had covered for me was truly Anthony, then I was sure he would have gotten off with little to no punishment at all. However, things must have been very different for Bradon."Why did you do something like that? You knew that you would be punished in my place. There was no way they would let you go without any punishment," I said as my voice cracked under the strain of my emotions."I did it so you wouldn't get punished and so that no more conflict
He must have known that I was dying to know what he was talking about, yet he toyed with me mercilessly."When you suddenly fainted that day, you caught me off guard. I had no idea what to do as I held you in my arms, and it took me a little too long to realize that you were just pretending," Bradon began describing an incident from our past before his eyes met mine as if inquiring if I recalled what he was talking about.The day that I pretended to faint...to help him..."That was also you?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise. That day, when it was raining and Anthony was pressured into horse riding to show off his skills, I could tell it was dangerous. The worst part was that he was being forced against his will, risking his own safety for the sake of entertaining his father's guests."That's right. Thanks to your quick thinking and amazing acting abilities, I managed to get out of that sticky situation. That horse was definitely going to be big trouble," Bradon said before he l
"Why? Don't you believe me when I say that I feel sorry?” I asked him."I don't know. It feels a little sudden and not so like you," Bradon replied while keeping his eyes on me as I wondered if he was simply teasing me."I wonder what I can do to make you believe me," I said, smiling a little at him.The way his eyes held mine made me feel that he was sincere. Bradon couldn't possibly imagine just how attractive I found him in that moment. I suddenly felt the urge to move even closer to him, and it took all my strength not to lock my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The feelings that I had for him felt so overwhelming, making him even more irresistible than before."I'll believe you if you tell me one thing," he said as he brushed the pad of his thumb gently along my lower lip."What is it?" I asked in a breathless whisper."Tell me that you love me, Dahlia. Now and back then, tell me that you've always been in love with me," Bradon said in a voice dripping with tempti
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.