If my plan succeeded, the Alnault family would be nothing but a shadow of what it was and my parents would finally get what they deserved. As for the role that the Alnault family was fulfilling right now, I was certain that there were countless other noble houses that couldn’t wait to rise up to take its place. I didn’t favor any of the other noble houses but I didn’t mind if they would benefit from the success of my plan. I waited nervously for Bradon to react to my thoughts. His face was an unreadable mask as always and that was a sign that he was on guard. This wasn't a casual conversation that we were having naked in bed together as lovers after performing the deed, it was a political conversation that pitted my interests against his. If this negotiation breaks down, what is going to happen to us? I pursed my lips tightly together without bothering to hide my anxiousness at Bradon’s silence. He was thinking things over and I didn’t mind giving him the time. This was a serious a
“Let’s talk about this again after we’ve given it some more thought. There is still time because the king is still the king and the crown is nothing more than the one next in line,” Bradon reminded me sternly. I hated to admit it but he was right. We did have time and taking hasty actions might not work in our favor. Talking to the crown prince about his plans after he becomes king when his father is very ill might come across as us being too insensitive and rude. “Fine…” I muttered. I sat up on the bed and crossed my legs under me as I folded my arms under my chest. Bradon still laid on his side while looking quite relaxed. I felt taken aback after finding that he wasn’t at all eager to help me arrange a meeting with the prince and that was because the second ask that I was about to ask for was even harder than the first. What does Bradon think about the Vulkan family?“About the second source of support, the Vulkan family…” I said before trailing off. I could tell that I had Br
Nothing about the situation was in my favor and I cursed myself for not knowing better. I shouldn’t have started this risky conversation with him when I was still naked in bed with him. Of course, I didn’t think that this conversation would end in such a disaster. Even as he stared down at me, I didn’t know why Bradon was suddenly so angry. Did I say something to offend him?“I thought you would be much smarter than this, Dahlia,” he said solemnly with a slow shake of his head. My lips and throat went dry as I wondered how I could possibly get myself out of this situation. Although I didn’t know what I had done wrong to trigger such a reaction in him, I was certain that I was going to be punished thoroughly for it. I should just make a run for it…“Where do you think you’re going?” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back. I felt the softness of the bed against the front of my bodyas I laid on my belly on the bed and then I felt his grip on my wrists. A cr
“Ahhh…” I moaned as my effort to keep it in failed. Bradon told me that I made the mistake of coming back. If he was referring to the fact that I returned to this country, then his regret must be related to how I left this country in the past. It still didn’t make any sense to me no matter how hard I thought about it because Bradon had nothing to do with my decision to leave the country in the first place. What does he mean when he said that he let me go? Why was it a mistake to him?“It must be so easy for you to forget. Anything that isn’t convenient for you, you’ll just forget it, isn't that right, Dahlia?” he accused me tauntingly. The tone of his voice was dark and tinged with malice and some emotions that I couldn't identify or understand. He sounded hurt but at the same time, there was so much hatred in his voice as well. “That’s not true…” I whispered in response. If the horrid memories were so easy for me to forget, then I wouldn’t feel this raging need for me to get rev
Bradon reared his hips back before slamming his cock all the way back into my sopping wet cunt. “Ahh! Bradon…please…it's so…rough…” I pleaded before letting out another cry of ecstasy from his cock pounding directly against my pleasure spot. “It’s not enough yet…” he said.“Ahh…Ahhh!” I moaned and cried out until my throat stung and my voice sounded hoarse. Bradon clearly had not had enough and continued ramming his cock in and out of my love hole. I eventually reached my climax and came while whimpering his name. Bradon jerked his cock out of my hole as he flipped me onto my back. In one swift movement, he lifted my thighs and spread them widely apart before he settled in between my legs. While I was still lost in the aftereffects of my orgasm, Bradon shoved his thick rod all the way into my flooded hole. “Wrap your legs around me…” he instructed. I was in no state to do what he wanted no matter how much I wanted to comply with his wish. My entire body felt heavy and I felt exha
My chest clenched as I continued staring up at his massive cock. Bradon let out an amused chuckle at my reaction but that wasn’t a sign that his mood had improved at all. He placed his hand behind the back of my head before pushing my head forward, urging my face and lips closer to his cock. Bradon kept his hand at the back of my head as his other hand guided his erect pole to my lips. I could smell his manly scent as the swollen head of his cock approached my mouth. I parted my lips and my tongue slowly slipped out to meet the tip of his cock. “Dahlia…” Bradon moaned my name when I began slowly flicking the tip of my tongue against the head of his love stick.I could already taste his precum as his scent filled my senses. My tongue swirled around the swollen head of his cock faster as I felt it twitching from pleasure. “Put it inside your mouth,” he instructed impatiently. “Mhmm…” I made a sound in my throat after taking his cock into my mouth. His manly taste filled my mouth alo
I shook my head slightly to myself before letting out a soft sigh as I placed a hand over my lower abdomen. The throbbing ache that I felt there told me that this might actually be worse than when we first started. Bradon didn’t just revert to his old self, it was much worse now than before. His mood had gotten darker and so did the way that he ravished my body. Every night Bradon would visit my bedroom without fail and we would end up doing it until I could no longer go on. When I wake up the following morning, he would be gone and everything would feel like a twisted and perverted nightmare. Only the love marks and the ache between my legs lived on as proof of our steamy nightly affairs. “Master Bradon told me to let you know that he will be back early to have dinner with you today,” Bella said as if it was supposed to be a good thing. “Ok…” I murmured emotionlessly. “Is there something that I can help you with? The weather is so nice today so I was thinking that it might be fun
Everything about the book looked ordinary and nothing should have caught my attention; however, something about the cursive golden letters on the cover of the book looked strangely familiar. It can’t be…I opened the book to its first page as I felt my hands shaking slightly. Although I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see, I knew from the way that my heart hammered loudly in my chest that I was expecting something either meaningful or unusual. My throat felt constricted as I stared at the neat yet elaborate cursive handwritten message on the dedication page of the book. ‘In remembrance of the games we used to play together all night long…’I gasped in shock as I dropped the book from my hands as if it had suddenly caught on fire. That was just how shocked I was at what I had just read. Bella let out a small cry as she bent down to retrieve the book that I had dropped. No one must see this…“No, don't! I mean…I’ll get it myself…thank you…” I quickly called out to stop her. Bel
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I approached them. The three of them were engaged in such an intense conversation that, at first, they did not recognize my presence. Diana's voice was the first that came to me. Her voice was shaky, as if she was barely holding herself together."The doctor said that there's no change in his condition. Anthony is still unresponsive, although it's been months, and this whole thing with the snipers is only making it worse..." Diana said.I came to a stop as my mind struggled to process her words. My heartbeat grew even faster in my chest, and for a moment I thought that perhaps I had misheard my own sister. What did she mean when she said that Anthony is still unresponsive?Diana already knew that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, and that meant that the man who was shot was none other than Bradon. Yet how was it possible that Anthony was the one who was unresponsive? Nothing made sense to me at that moment. It felt like I was missing a very key pie
It hurt me more than anything to realize that I couldn't blame him, even if he did that, because I was the one who betrayed him first. I left him without a word or farewell, running away from him as if he were the one who had done something wrong. Memories of our time together came back like waves. The fake honeymoon that we enjoyed together felt more real than anything, right at that moment. I remembered the way that he would laugh whenever he let his guard down on the nights when we enjoyed each other's company simply as our true selves, and the dangerous world outside and our identities didn't need to complicate things for us.There was a time when I thought that love was enough, but a small voice inside of me reminded me not to be so foolish. As time slipped by, I found myself praying that the door would just swing open and that Bradon would be standing there with his arms wide open. I wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms once again. I had to admit to myself that, with
"Where is this?" I asked without hiding my suspicion. I knew very well where the Vulkan mansion was located and also what it looked like, and the place that we had just parked in front of couldn't look more different than the mansion that I remembered."You didn't think that we would take you to our home, did you?" Mrs. Vulkan snapped before looking away with a clear look of disgust on her face."I guess your home would be the first place that Bradon would look when he finds me missing," I replied dismissively."No more chit chat," Bradon's father said as he urged me out of the car.I told myself that it did make sense that they would find a place for me to stay, but did it have to be such a shabby-looking place? The isolated low-rise building looked like it could use a round of maintenance. The room that they led me to was simple, with a single bed, a television, a desk, and absolutely no windows."How long am I supposed to stay here? I thought we made an agreement that you would h
"Why would my son want to keep you here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as his eyes seemed to search my face for the answer that he was looking for. "How am I supposed to know? Maybe he hasn't had enough of me yet..." I replied before showing them a fake yet extremely sweet smile. "Even if he isn't considered a normal member of our family, I still can't have you associating with him," he continued on as if he was lecturing me of my lack of worth. "I just told you that I'm not the one begging to stay here and with him," I replied coldly. I had hoped that by then it had become plain obvious what I wanted the two of them to do for me. With their help, I was certain that they could find a way to get me out of Bradon's mansion. Bradon wasn't around, so the next in command was Zain, whom I did not think could directly stand up against the head of the Vulkan family. At least, that was where I decided to place my bets at that point in time. "So you want to leave but he won't let you? Is that what you
I quickly followed them inside, sensing that the two of them were here looking for trouble. One glance at Zain, and I could tell that he was already informing Bradon of their unexpected arrival. It wasn't like Zain could throw out Bradon's father and stepmother, so I could understand the pitiful position that he suddenly found himself in. I straightened my back and followed them further inside, thinking to myself that I needed to hold the fort until Bradon returned. Whatever it was that they wanted, I needed to make sure to find out.The two of them sat comfortably on the sofa as if they were in their own house by the time I made it to the living room. The fact that neither of us spoke a single word as I sat down on the sofa only made the tension in the room skyrocket."I'm sure that Bradon will be back soon," I said, more to tell myself than to tell them."Why are you still here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as he turned his cold gaze in my direction.The way that he looked at me left no room f
**A few days later**"How many times do I have to tell you? You can't keep me locked up in here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands clenching into tight fists. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as anger and frustration took over.Over the past few days, I had already lost count of the number of times Bradon and I had had this argument. For some reason that I could not comprehend, my life as a prisoner inside his household had resumed. There must have been a change in Bradon that I couldn't fully understand-something that had led him to decide to keep me under house arrest. Going out was no longer an option, even if I was escorted."You may leave when I tell you that you can," Bradon replied with the same infuriatingly calm response he always gave, his tone ticking me off even more."Listen, I'm not doing this because I want to be selfish. If there's a reason why you can't let me go outside, then please just let me know, and I'll try to be understanding," I said, taking
"I'll try not to come back late," Bradon replied without any further explanations. I only managed to simply nod my head before he was already out of the living room. The look that Bradon gave me told me to hold my tongue and not ask him any questions. I knew very well that asking him anything would be useless because he most likely wouldn't give me any kind of answer. As I stared at the doorway, my mind became even more unsettled than before. Something was definitely going on and Bradon was keeping it away from me. "Probably just work..." I mumbled to myself. It wasn't unusual for Bradon not to tell me much about matters related to his work, and I never minded. A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I had officially failed once again. The worst part was that I felt very relieved at the very same time. Bradon's parting words, telling me that he would hurry back home gave me something to look forward to and that made me realize just how much I yearned to be with him. "Stop it,
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