Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 159: Our Perfect Honeymoon
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Wherever they want us to go,” he replied clearly without any care.
I had to say that I wasn’t at all impressed when he reached for a brown A4 size envelope and slid it across the table to me. The envelope was still sealed and I was the one who ripped the flap to get my hands on the content inside. As I had guessed, the booklet inside included very comprehensive details about our upcoming trip. The photos of a sunny beach with attractive blue seawater and a setting sun at the end of the horizon.
“The sea?” I said in wonder.
It wasn’t a bad choice. It was clearly a classic yet classy destination for a honeymoon. I flipped through the pages that contained both photos and word descriptions of what they had planned for us.
“A private tropical island paradise...” I read out loud in case Bradon was wondering where it was that we were going to be sent together.
I glanced up from the page to see him shoving food into his mouth as if he was already done with his job after he had informed me of the honeymoon. At least, I had some interest as to where we were going and what we would be doing together. Even if it was all just to put on a show for everyone to see, we might as well enjoy ourselves a little bit and make things less painful for the both of us. I thought that I had his agreement to play along but I guess I never got him to agree to enjoying or caring about the things that we would have to do.
The booklet made a flopping sound as I released it from my hand and it fell onto the hard surface of the dining table. I had decided that if he didn’t care about the trip, then I shouldn’t care about it either. What was he going on about before about us going ‘together’ when he coudn’t care less about the trip. I shoved some vegetables into my mouth and began munching hard on it like I couldn’t care less about my table manners.
Now that was precisely how we ended up on our fake honeymoon together. The ‘private tropical island paradise’ actually lived up to all the advertisement photos that were printed on the booklet that Bradon had shown me. I believed that Bradon never spared the booklet a glance and probably didn’t know that there were activities planned out for us by the PR team and that they were expecting photos and videos of us that they can use for publicity.
Although we were supposed to be alone on our honeymoon, a filming crew of professional cameramen, photographers, stylists, and other staff arrived on the island with us. Bradon didn’t complain about it but the chilly air about him told me well enough just how much he was finding the experience to be an unpleasant one. Being stuck in the identity that we were supposed to assumed, we couldn’t really complain about it out loud.
“Let’s go, Diana,” he said to me as he offered me his hand.
“Thank you,” I thanked him as I slipped my hand into his so that he could lead me down the stairs from the plane down to the ground and then to the car that had been arranged to pick us up from the small airport on the island.
“No! Sorry, but we’re going to have to redo that. Let’s try again. This time, please make sure that you smile at her while you’re offering her your hand. There’s no need to rush it. My Lady, please smile sweetly before taking his hand. Both of you please angle your bodies this way a little towards the camera. Alright, let us try that again. Take two please!” a man’s voice rang out authoratatively.
I should have figured out that the crew wouldn’t come alone without their director. Bradon literally glared at the slightly round man with thinning hair, who was obviously there to ruin whatever peace we were supposed to have on our ‘honeymoon’ trip. The crew were not the only group of people present, Bradon had bought so many bodyguards as if he needed a mini army to go to war. The odds of any force invading this tiny private holiday destination couldn’t possibly get any closer to zero.
Leave it to men to overreact...
“...Fuck...” Bradon cursed under his breath.
“Anthony...” I hissed under my breath as a way to tell him to watch it.
Thankfully no one heard him cursing. I could feel his frustration, and I had to say that this little play pretend of ours was getting out of hand. It felt like we were stars filming a romantic movie with a strict director. Bradon clearly didn’t give a damn about living up to the man’s expectations of him while I coudln’t wait to get it over with so that we could get out of the airport.
“Honey, let’s just...do what he says...” I suggested before showing him a wide smile and nodding my head encouragingly.
“Let’s do this...” he said without any ethusiasm.
“Let’s do it from the beginning. Start from walking out of the plane together and then Anthony, you will offer the beautiful lady your hand to help her walk down the stairs. Always smile. Keep smiling!” the director instructed.
We must have repeated that scene precisely five times before the director was satisfied with what was captured on camera. I felt quite annoyed by that time and the heat wasn’t at all helping so I could imagine that Bradon had probably developed an urge to kill the director and the rest of his crew.
Perhaps...that’s what his men are here for?
The only silver lining in all of that was that the crew would only be with us for two days. Considering how much we suffered just to get pass that first scene, the two days would probably feel like months for us. After they were gone, we would have time to ourselves for a few days before we had to head back. To put it more accurately, I would have time to myself to roam the island and do whatever I wanted because I doubted that Bradon would join me in doing anything.
–To be continued...
