All Chapters of Substitute Wife for the Mafia King: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

To do that, I need the prince’s help. ‘What about this? You can ask me for anything if you can win a game…’I could remember the promise that we made to each other. If I could beat him at one game of Gomoku, he would grant anything that I wished for as long as I didn’t ask to sit on the throne as the next king. The real issue about that was my failure to beat him. Not even once did I win against him although I did come close to it a couple of times. I could still recall the way the prince smiled and congratulated me on ‘almost’ beating him. I would have taken things even more seriously if I knew that I would need his help like I needed it now. “Desmond…I…I need your help,” I manage to spit out. I knew well enough that because I had failed to win even a single game against him that I didn’t exactly have the right to wish for anything or to request for his help but I didn’t have much pride to hold on to. He might reject my proposal or ignore my plea for help, but I still had to make

I understood well enough what he was trying to tell me. Those weren’t questions at all but words to guide me to think the way that he wanted me to. I dropped all pretense of politeness as I felt my mood darken. Elaborate words aside, Desmond had just told me that I didn’t have a choice. I bit hard on my lower lip while feeling like he had managed to corner me once again. “I’m not sure if I can do this…” I murmured honestly. I resisted the urge to chew on my own lower lip in extreme exasperation. Since there is only one king and he was going to be crowned the next king very soon, he was right that I had no choice but to involve him in my plan. But still…“I need some time to think about this,” I replied softly. “Sure. There’s still time but I can’t wait forever,” he said lightly. I nodded to show him that I understood. If I wanted to help him out, I knew that we had to start very soon. The latest would be sometime soon after his coronation. Maintaining the line of succession and b

“His work isn’t really that busy, is it?” I spoke up suddenly. “I’m honestly not sure about that. I guess he is somewhat busy,” Jenna replied softly. I hadn’t realized that I had spoken my thoughts out loud and hadn’t expected a reply from anyone. Although I should be focusing on what Jenna was teaching me so that I could cook up some of Bradon’s favorite dishes, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to the man himself. One of Jenna’s suggestions was for me to personally cook Bradon something that he likes to eat. I wasn’t convinced that this would do the trick but I didn’t have any better ideas and I surely had a lot of idle time to burn. That was how I ended up in the kitchen with Jenna, Bella, and a few other cooking staff. I stared at the vegetables on the chopping board in front of me as I wondered if what I made was even going to be edible. Cooking had never been something that I enjoyed doing and that was probably because I was horrible at it. Cooking classes had always fel

“What is it?” Jenna asked even before I could. “Master…he’s back…” the maid reported while seemingly struggling to breathe. Bradon is back?!I stared speechlessly at Jenna and Bella. Their wide-eyed look of surprise must have reflected my own reaction. There was still some time left before dinner time and Bradon hadn’t come home this early since the day that we had our argument. “What should I do?” I murmured as I started to panic a little. Jenna and Bella looked too stunned to say anything as they both stared at me. That was when it fully hit me that I must have looked like an unpresentable mess after all the cooking that I just went through. I was so certain that Bradon would come home late just like he always did recently and I counted on that to give me the time to wash and dress up. I lifted the apron that I had on slightly as I stared at it. My body was sweaty and my hair was messy and unstyled. “Please tell Bradon to wait for me in the dining room. You can start serving th

I could feel and hear just how wet I was from the lewd squelching sounds that echoed from where his fingers were rapidly pounding my love hole. It felt so good that all I could do was cry out and moan in pure bliss. His thick and long fingers moved to mess up my insides while my pussy tightened to squeeze them. After pumping his fingers fast and hard in and out of my inundated tunnel to the point where I was close to my release, Bradon suddenly withdrew his fingers from my body. I whimpered his name as he pulled my panties down my legs in one swift motion. “Wait…” I whimpered weakly.To my utter shock, Bradon knelt down in front of me and lifted one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. My eyes widened when I felt my pussy being spread open, and then his face was between my thighs. I could feel him staring at my crotch for a brief moment before he buried his face between my legs. “Oh…Bra…don…” I managed to say in between my lewd moans.He kissed my inner thigh before pressing