Apparently, the king didn’t go through the trouble of adding me to the blacklist of people who were banned from entering the country and that probably explained why I managed to fly back to take my sister’s place at her wedding based on my parent’s requests. Either that, or they had somehow managed to get permission from the king. Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that the king made my banishment so public that it was news that everyone in the country knew about at that time. Even if I could return to the country, he made sure that it wouldn’t be an easy return for me. The king’s intentions of protecting his only son and the royal family from further scandal was clear. After officially announcing the end of my relationship with Desmond and my ties to the royal family and this country, we reached an agreement that I would never return to the country. Everything was supposed to end at just that, until Desmond’s genius idea to bring me back. Clearly, all the official announcements t
Just as I was about to answer the question, a voice shouted loudly and drew the attention of everybody including myself.“You homewrecker!!!”I could not pinpoint who was the one who had yelled that out in the large crowd. Right after, other people started yelling out similar accusations. “How dare you come back here?!” “Shameless woman!”“Homewrecker!”I had no idea who in the crowd had accused me of being a homewrecker but those words almost made me break out in a smile. There were just too many people and I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. Soon enough, I figured out that it didn't matter anymore because that was just the very start of what seemed like an unstoppable wave of countless people screaming out similar accusations. A parade of people poured into the airport holding signs as if protesting against my return. Now that I think about it, something like this didn't happen before when I was banished from the country. I wasn't sure how much of these people's fury
“I guess now that Miss Dahlia is back, we can expect to see the three of you together more often,” another reporter said with a smile. With some effort, I managed to keep on smiling although I knew that what everybody was looking forward to was practically impossible. I should have realized that something like this was going to happen the moment that I agreed to play both my sister and myself at the same time . “Are you looking forward to seeing your sister? It has been quite a while since you came to this country," a reporter asked. They had no idea how much I wanted to see my sister. Despite the complications that she had gotten me in, I still felt a longing to see her in person. It had been quite a while since I had last heard from Diana, and I couldn't stop myself from worrying about her while at the same time praying that she was doing well. “Of course, I miss my sister, but it isn’t like we didn't keep in touch. We are very close,” I said before showing them a confident smil
The crowd chanted the king's name while others shouted questions related to my return and my relationship with the king. Of course, none of us felt even the slightest bit obliged to respond to their questions as we made our way silently to the cars waiting to escort us out of the airport.“I'll take you back home,” Bradon said as he grabbed my wrist quite tightly in his hand. I knew that he wanted us to return to his mansion, but it seemed like Desmond had other plans in mind.“I am here to escort Dahlia back and I have decided to give her a temporary residency in the palace. She should be staying with me until she can find a place of her own,” Desmond replied as he took hold of my other wrist. I glanced from one man to the other before heaving a loud sigh at the conflict that was clearing brewing between them. I felt like heading to the palace with the prince right now while everything was still so chaotic could spark more trouble than good. As for Desmond's plan to stir up chaos a
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
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
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
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
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.