บททั้งหมดของ Substitute Wife for the Mafia King: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

“At times like these, I suddenly get promoted…or demoted to be your husband,” he muttered before rolling his eyes at me. I narrowed my eyes at him without missing his choice of words. How could becoming my husband be viewed as a demotion?“What is that supposed to mean? Why? Are you telling me that you’re dying to do a kiss scene with me? That crazy director is going to make us kiss for at least ten times until we do it right…” I pointed out as I started to feel even more frustrated than before. Just thinking about it made me mad and disgusted. I knew without actually reading the script that everything that they had in mind was going to be some cliché and tasteless romantic garbage. My thoughts were cut short when Bradon suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself trapped between him and the sofa. Bradon loomed over me and I could see raw desire dancing in his blue eyes. “Shall we continue with our practice?”

I didn’t realize at all that we were being filmed. When I turned to question Bradon, he shrugged his shoulders at me. That was when I knew without a doubt that he knew all along. It was no wonder that he called me Diana even while we were supposed to be alone. “Did you…” I began asking but decided against it. I already knew the answer already so there was no point in having him confirm it. It must have been his idea to get the director to film us naturally. I also doubted that we played out any kind of scene that was planned out in advance based on the script. That must have meant that Bradon somehow talked the director into filming us while we were naturally interacting with each other. I had to say that I did find it a lot less stressful, and unbelievably, we managed to get it all right in just one take. “Thank you…” I thanked him softly. “It’s not a problem. I didn’t do it for you. I did it for myself and the rest of the crew so that we can finally call it a day,” he replied a

“I need your help again, my friend…” he said before letting out a long sigh. It wasn’t rare for the prince to give me a call and he was right when he said that we are friends. While taking Anthony’s place over the years, I’ve had a couple of opportunities to meet the crown prince. At first everything was very distant and formal between us; however, our relationship started to change when I suddenly received a mysterious invitation from the palace. What surprised me even more at the time was the fact that the invitation was addressed to me as ‘Bradon’ instead of to my younger brother. I had always thought that I was good at impersonating my brother but it appeared that the crown prince was even more talented at telling people apart. Upon our meeting, he could tell that I wasn’t Anthony and my true identity turned up after some investigation. Instead of probing into the reasons why the Vulkan family had a hidden son that sometimes impersonated their only son, the crown prince was more

It infuriated me that he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without a care about how I felt while I didn’t have the freedom to do the same. It honestly felt like my chest was ready to explore from the tension and frustration that had started accumulating inside. “I’m going to sunbathe…and then I’ll play in the water…then I’ll go for a swim in the pool…” I muttered my plan as my voice shook from anger. **Bradon’s point of view**I managed to wrap up the whole mess and calm down the situation within a few hours which was something that I felt slightly proud of. However, the fact that it came at the cost of a handful of my men sustaining injuries made me feel like I could have done better had I been less hasty. Men getting injured during these kinds of crackdown operations wasn’t abnormal no matter how well prepared we were. There would always be unforeseeable circumstances and dangers. Everyone had to stay on their toes and learn to expect the unexpected. Everyone’s life w

“What were you doing in the water? Were you trying to kill yourself?” he asked with widened eyes. He did mention just now that I couldn't swim. Could it be…?“Bradon, you don’t happen to really think that I can’t swim, do you?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. “You can't…swim…” he murmured.This time I could tell that he was less certain than before and there was an unmistakable look of hesitation and confusion in his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know who told you that I can’t swim but I can. I can swim just fine,” I stated, slowly and clearly. Bradon looked confused and he didn’t seem convinced about the fact that I could swim while I wondered how much longer I needed to deal with this nonsense of his. “I’m not a pro but I’m quite a competent swimmer. Just so you know, I’m not going to simply and randomly drown in a swimming pool, and in case you haven’t realized, I had an instructor with me as well,” I explained while wondering why I had to point out the obvious.H