All Chapters of Substitute Wife for the Mafia King: Chapter 381 - Chapter 388

"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

By that time, I was already aware that all of the other reasons I had given him were merely excuses to shy away from telling him that I was worried about what Bradon would think and how he would react. After all, I was certain that Desmond was unaware of the developments in my relationship with Bradon. More than anything, I was still determined to keep my personal life separate from the mission I had in mind. Just like how I didn't think that the deal I had with Desmond should play a role in my relationship with Bradon, I didn't want my relationship with Bradon to jeopardize the plan I had."I just think that we should take time to consider this carefully. Right now, I still think our plan is very much on track," I replied, trying my best to carefully evade his question."Is the reason why you're doing this because you've let someone into your heart?" Desmond took a guess before his lips curved into a knowing smile. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he had seen through

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

"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