Semua Bab Substitute Wife for the Mafia King: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The last time that we spoke, I yelled at her in my frustration when she couldn’t explain to me why I couldn’t leave the mansion. After that, in my fit of rage, I tried to storm my way out. After grabbing a few of my things, I ran out of the mansion just to find out that I couldn’t even make it out of the front door although the door was open and unlocked.“Master Bradon is away on business,” she replied simply without providing any details.“When will he be back?” I asked immediately.“I am unsure of the details,” she replied.“I need to see him. It’s urgent. Is there a way that I can contact him?” I asked with raised eyebrows.“Did the master not give his phone number to you, My Lady?” she asked before smiling a little my way.Is it my fault that that devil of a man didn’t even want to give his wife his phone number?“I guess it slipped his mind…and mine…” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.Jenna stared at me wordlessly and I stared back at her. After staring at each other for a

I wondered if he could feel the rapid beating of my heart against his hand as he massaged my left breast. My nipples hardened into tight knots as my body began reacting to him without restraint. I wanted to scream but instead, I bit down on my lower lip to prevent any moans from escaping. His hand dipped lower from my breast down along the curve of my waist before progressing even lower to caress the curve of my hips. All the while, I could feel his eyes on my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together as I felt my body heat up at his touch.“Bradon…” I called his name softly as his hand began caressing the side of my thigh.“Hmm?” He made a questioning sound, and I could tell that he was enjoying my reactions.“I’m not going to sleep with you,” I muttered darkly.“You can say whatever you want,” he replied like my words did not bother him in the least.“Ahh!” I cried out despite myself at the shock of his sudden movement.Brandon g

The procedure was way too simple for ending someone’s life. The announcer reads out the name of the person as he or she is dragged in. By that time, the person has either been drugged or tortured to the point where he or she can no longer resist. Nothing dramatic like a shot to the head would take place; instead, the executioner would use a cleaner and easier method of injecting a lethal substance into the veins of the person. It was a method that the cleaners truly approved of compared to other methods involving bloodshed.Over the years, with the use of money and influence from the Alnault family, keeping the disappearance of people under wraps felt effortless. As the session was approaching its end, my phone started vibrating where it was placed close to my hand on the table. The name of my loyal maid appeared on the screen. If she was calling me, it had to be something urgent.“What is it?” I asked when the line connected.“Master…the thing is…” Jenna spoke through the phone hesit

When I was younger and knew less about the world and how relationships between people were supposed to function, I had thought that it was normal for a parent to ask for favors from their child. For the life of me, I cannot recall a conversation with my father where he didn’t want or needed something from me. It was when I grew up that I realized that it wasn’t normal, and that the conversations that my father had with Anthony were different. At the same time, I realized that my father had no other reason or desire to have any other kind of conversation with me. As time passed by, the things I thought were requests turned into commands.I wasn’t sure how I felt at the time, but I was surely not at all surprised. It was as if deep down, I had always known that my father and his wife and the entire Vulkan family did not give a damn about me or my mother. Just as my father would only appear from time to time at our house during the dead of night to seek comfort from my mother’s body, he

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Isn’t that what they say?” Alfred said with a pleased smile on his face.“Nonsense. Dahlia left this country many years ago,” I reminded him.“You should fire whoever is gathering information for you since it’s clear that he’s slow and not on top of things. Dahlia is back. In fact, she arrived just today,” my father revealed as his calculating smile widened.Dahlia is back…Why did she choose to come back?Why did you come back here, Leya?I knew immediately that my question was a foolish one. Dahlia didn’t choose to come back; she came back because she didn’t have a choice. Even after being disowned by her family and all that they have done to her, she is nothing more than a pawn in her parents’ game for power. If there was a reason that would compel her to return to this country, it would be because of her sister and nothing else. It was strange how I felt like I understood her and what she was thinking so well. Perhaps it was because th