She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously but decided to hold her tongue so that she could hear me out. "Well, you're not entirely wrong, and things were very difficult between us at first. He truly lived up to his fame when we first met, but even then, he helped me out as well when our parents were unkind to me. I know it's hard to believe, but he stood up for me and protected me from them," I said as I also recalled the day that it happened. Diana had a very surprised look on her face, and I could tell that she was finding it extremely hard to believe that what I was telling her was true. "I know that it's very hard to believe. Even I couldn't believe it at first when it happened, and honestly, I thought that he was doing it because he was simply annoyed with our parents. But when I look back on it, I am pretty sure that he did all of that to help me," I said with a firm nod."Are you sure about this?" Diana asked as she began frowning."I know that it's hard for you to believe, b
"Regardless of whether or not we can find Anthony, I can't let you get any more involved with Bradon," Diana said decisively. I could tell where she was coming from, but she had just made one very great mistake. I wasn't about to let her decide what I was going to do with my future and my life. Even if she was my only sister, my life still belonged to me and me alone."I don't know about that. I still want to make my own decisions, Dina," I said before mustering a smile."Why are you so hesitant to give him up? Is sex with him really that good?" she asked teasingly, grinning at me. Her eyes sparkled as if daring me to answer her ridiculous question. "It's beyond amazing," I replied after deciding not to avoid the truth.…"If the man you ended up marrying isn't Anthony, then where is the real Anthony?" Diana asked a question that I had been wondering for the longest time but failed to find the answer to. "I don't know. I tried my best to find him, but no matter who I ask, they would
"What do you mean?" I asked blankly."From now on, I'm going to clean up after the mess that I made, and I will be responsible for everything that I've done. Thank you for covering for me all this time, but now it's my turn to deal with the consequences of my decisions," Diana said determinedly."I'm not sure what you mean," I murmured as I wondered what exactly she had planned."I'm back now, so there is no need for you to be me anymore," she said as she stared deeply into my eyes.I began to understand what she had in mind, but instead of bringing relief to my chest, I felt an icy cold void opening up in my core. I realized I wasn't just shocked, but I was scared of what was going to happen when I no longer needed to live as Diana. It was probably at that moment that I realized that I wanted to go on playing her role, even if it meant that I had to juggle two identities at once. I had always felt that it was troublesome, but now that I had to give it up completely, I wasn't sure if
Perhaps it was because I knew that she was right that I couldn't quite find the words to respond to her taunting questions. Bradon wasn’t my husband and he probably didn't care about me enough for him to even consider me as his lover. "You know what? I bet if I dress like you and talk like you and then climb into his bed, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He'll definitely think that I'm you," she said confidently.I watched as Diana let out a giggle at her own joke while I felt a burning sensation deep in my chest. It felt like I was about to be sick, and I couldn't understand the source of my discomfort. Even if I disliked Diana’s attitude and her idea, I was still surprised at the way that my body was reacting so strongly against the idea. I had no idea why I felt so hurt and disturbed as if I couldn't bear the thought of the two of them together. It just didn't make sense because I knew that logically that was where Diana belonged. All along, it was supposed to
It wasn't like I couldn't understand where Diana was coming from. After all that Dahlia had been through, it was only natural for Diana to act overly protective of her only sister. In fact, the two sisters had always acted protective of each other, and that was understandable considering that they probably felt that it was just the two of them against the world. It didn't take me long to figure out that all of my attempts to get in touch with Dahlia were blocked by Diana.Even though I wasn't allowed to see Dahlia, that didn't stop me from standing guard with my men in front of or close to her hospital room. Dahlia's disappearance from the public only added to the unrest as speculation regarding her relationship with the King escalated until it became uncontrollable. At that point, I was sure that Dahlia was a target for many in all the bad ways that threatened her safety."Why are you here?" Diana asked me the first time that I came to visit Dahlia. She glanced towards the door of he
It was a very strange feeling because at the end of the day, I wasn't quite sure what exactly I was hoping for. It felt like I might be hoping for too much for things to continue the way they were now that Diana was back, but I did hold out hope that I would get to see Dahlia and have a proper conversation with her. My desire to see her made me think about her almost all day and all night long until a crazy thought occurred to me multiple times - maybe I should just break into her hospital room during the night. Of course, I knew that it was crazy, but it still took all of my self-control to stop myself from doing just that. Many nights, I found myself standing at the back of the hospital building in the dark, staring up at the window to her hospital room, and I would stay there until the lights in the room went off. I knew that if I wanted to talk to Dahlia, then I would have to find a way to separate her from her sister. I had always thought that I was desperate in wishing that Ant
I spent many sleepless nights gathering courage to face my sister head-on so that we could move on with our lives, even if it meant that I had to get into a very big argument with her. It was just as the saying goes: no pain, no gain. If I wanted to reach any kind of agreement with Diana or agree to disagree with her on the matter, I would have to face her head-on and make some sacrifices. Getting into a fight with my sister wasn't going to be easy, but I knew that our bond was strong enough that something like a mere argument couldn't break. It might take some time and effort on my side, but I was certain that I could win Diana back again, even if we were to get into a fight."You don't have to worry about me. I'm going to be just fine. It's not like I can leave this hospital anyways; I'll just be waiting for you here until you come back," I told her before showing her a reassuring smile, while telling myself that I wasn't exactly lying to her. With the number of bodyguards that Bra
I told myself that I should wish the two of them well for the overall success of our plans; however, I found it so difficult for me to wish that they would enjoy their time together. It made me feel so conflicted inside, and I felt horrible about myself and the way that I was feeling."I think I'm about to lose my mind," I muttered to myself as I continued pacing around the room like a mad person. Time seemed to crawl by so slowly, and I wondered just when the event would come to an end. I had never looked forward to seeing my sister so much in my life as I prayed for her to quickly return to my side. Before I knew what I was doing, I was standing in front of the door, and my hand was on the handle."Is there something that I can help you with?" asked a voice as I came face to face with Zain, who was standing right in front of the door. He looked quite surprised that I had emerged out of my hospital room, although technically I hadn't stepped out of the room yet because it was imposs
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