Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 158: Words I Cannot Say
“That’s not...” I murmured to myself as an empty void seemed to have opened up in the middle of my chest.
It was when the door of the room closed behind him and I was left completely alone that I understood that those were not the words that I wanted to say to him. Everything that I said to him were probably all the wrong things. The look of slight disappointment that crossed his face whenever I apologized told me well enough that he didn’t like what he had heard from my lips. No matter how many times I apologized to him whether it was in pure sincerity or in pure anger, it would never be enough.
“Thank you...for saving me...” I whispered so softly that I could barely hear myself.
I had no idea why those simple words were so hard to say out loud to him. Of course, I knew that I had to apologize to him for going against our agreement and for using him; however, I should have known that I should have thanked him as well. It was so easy to apologize to get it over with and yet it was so hard for me to thank him. Maybe these few simple words were what he wanted to hear from me. Despite thinking that that might be the case, I still couldn’t bring myself to thank him properly.
‘Thank you for saving me...’
There was only one person who I had said those words to and more than just once. Not that many people were on such friendly terms with me to help me out with anything. My sister was probably my only true ally. We helped each other out with virtually everything and I thanked her multiple times for helping me. However, there was only one person who I had thanked for saving me.
The smile that pushed the corners of my lips upward slightly felt very bittersweet. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to say when I said those words to Anthony. Was it because of how dear I held those few memories that we shared that made me unable to thank Brandon properly?
“Stop thinking about it...” I ordered myself as I stared directly at my own reflection in the mirror.
There was no point in overthinking things. Brandon may not even feel anything at all and there was a high possibility that it was all in my head. With everything that had happened recently, I must have been emotionally shaken and that was probably why I was overthinking and over reading everything.
I used him and then he demanded for sex. Then we had hot and awesome sex and that was just that.
My eyes wandered to my bedroom door after I turned around on the stool that I was sitting on. Brandon should be back soon with some ice.
Oh, did he just walk out completely naked?!
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**Around a week later**
How did we end up here together again?
“It’s hot. You should stay away from the beach and just stay indoors,” Brandon advised coldly as he stood next to me.
“Why come to such a nice private island if we’re just going to stay indoors?” I shot back as I glared at him.
“Stay indoors. We can take nice photos or whatever together...indoors,” he repeated sternly.
I was suspicious and surprised at how yielding Brandon suddenly seemed about us taking photos together. All my social media posts continued to attract attention, especially the ones where Brandon was present as well. Although those were rare because Brandon rarely did things my way, but maybe that was part of the reason why people went crazy over them even more.
It wasn’t my idea for us to come here in the very first place. I let out a soft sigh when I was quickly reminded that this probably wasn’t his idea either. Usually when an economy was experiencing trouble, the public would hate it to see the rich and famous splurging and spending money on luxuries such as a honeymoon on a private tropical island. However, that wasn’t how the minds of the general public worked in our country.
I rolled my eyes when I recalled what my father told me along with the head of his campaign team. Apparently, seeing Brandon and me enjoying our luxurious honeymoon happily would bring confidence to the people that with the joint efforts of our family, the country and the economy would be in the right hands. Something along the lines of like if they could make so much money to splurge it on a lavish honeymoon, then they could definitely find a way to make the country richer and for wealth to trickle down to everyone as well.
My father was the one who offered me some explanations and warning for me to make the trip ‘successful’ as if there were some KPIs to measure the success of a honeymoon trip. I rolled my eyes again as I recalled his disgusting words. Bradon was probably told something similar by his own father. It wasn’t my father who broke the news of his honeymoon trip to me. In fact, Bradon was the one who did the honors with a completely bored look on his face just a few days before the start of the trip.
“We’re going on a honeymoon...” he stated as he sat opposite me at the dining table.
A...honeymoon...?
“We’re going on a honeymoon...together?” I asked to make sure that I heard him right.
“Yes. It’s a honeymoon so we have to go together,” he replied curtly.
I blinked rapidly at him blankly as endless questions circled around in my mind. It wasn’t the first time hearing that we needed to go on a honeymoon together, but it was still strange that it was finally happening. Bradon clearly didn’t want to go and the same could be said for me. This was just another elaborate move to add to our charade for a marriage.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Wherever they want us to go,” he replied clearly without any care.
–To be continued...
