Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 160: Keep Up the Act
The large villa where we were staying looked quite impressive indeed. When I took up my phone to snap a short video of it, I also found out that the place was extremely photogenic. The almost entirely white building with a red roof in an eastern architecture style stood out against the lush green of the surrounding tropical garden. The coconut trees in the background also added to the tropical vibe, and I could already picture in my mind just how impressive the view would be at sunset.
The breeze that blew my hair back felt calming and it made me feel like at least mother nature was welcoming me with open arms. Bradon wasn’t at all talkative during our ride and I was itching to remind him that Anthony would never act so distant and silent like this with anyone, let alone his own wife. Not to mention the fact that we were supposed to be on our honeymoon.
“You two should go rest up and settle down before dinner time. We’ll be shooting a romantic dinner scene by the beach. In the meantime, we’ll work to set it all up,” the director informed us with a smile.
“Ok...” I murmured.
I tried my best to smile naturally as I linked my arm with Bradon’s and pulled him closer to my side. Bradon felt as stiff as a log as he stood next to me while I prayed that he wouldn’t snap and yell at the director. Getting our covers blown right in front of these people wasn’t something that was allowed to happen.
“I’m feeling a little tired. Let’s go to our room,” I said to him sweetly.
“Sure...” Bradon muttered in agreement.
I let out a sigh of relief as he let me lead him away from everyone else into the villa without any resistance. The holiday trip that I had in mind was quickly breaking down and it just felt like we were here to work for the sake of advancing the agenda of our families. Thinking that I had to suffer through this for the sake of advancing my father’s political career made me clench my fists hard.
Our bedroom was quite large but that didn’t change the fact that we only had one room to share. The bed looked comfortable and inviting. Bradon flopped down onto the sofa and tore the white linen suit that he had on off before letting out a sigh that made me sound so exhausted. Everything related to the trip was staged down to every piece of clothing that we had on. I looked at my reflection in the mirror at the matching white linen midi dress that I had on.
“Let’s try our best to stay in character, ok?” I suggested while trying to keep my tone light and sweet.
“Can you not say anything. I feel like I might end up killing someone...” he muttered.
“Well, hopefully that person won’t be me...” I replied before smiling sweetly at him.
I wondered if he was carrying a gun around with him and figured that he probalby wasn’t. That didn’t mean that his men were not armed. I believe that Zain, for one, was definitely armed wherever he went. That fact made it feel like his threat wasn’t actualy empty. Then again, I didn’t think that Bradon needed a weapon to harm someone. The face of the poor director came to mind and I found myself wondering if that poor man knew that he was risky the safety of his life for this job that he had taken on.
“Cheer up...we’re supposed to be on our honeymoon,” I said as I sat down next to him on the sofa.
I had no idea why Bradon seemed to be in such a rotten mood. It must have been a hassle for him to act as his brother and even pretend that he was on a honeymoon with me. Acting out that overly sweet and unrealistic scene at the airport must have been draining for him as well. However, he didn’t seem to have a problem acting like the good Anthony all this time.
“Listen, I know that you don’t want to do this. Honestly, I don’t want to be here either but since there’s nothing that we can do about it, we might as well suck it up and get through this together, ok?” I said as I turned to stare right into his eyes.
“I’ll try,” he replied coldly.
“I didn’t want to say this given that I also know how hard it is, but can you please make sure to keep your act together? You know, before you were so grumpy, cold, distant, and scary all at the same time. Anthony doesn’t give off that vibe...” I reminded him before pressing my lips into a firm thin line.
Bradon stared back at me with his cold emotionless blue eyes and I started wondering why he was in such a dreadful mood and whether he even heard a thing that I said. I was right to think that these coming two days was going to feel like crawling through blazing hell.
“You promised me that you could cooperate so that things will be easier for both of us. Hopefully, you haven’t forgotten? Also, why did you have to bring so many bodyguards? Is this even normal for Anthony?” I pointed out before letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Worry about yourself,” he reminded me sternly.
Worry about myself?
How can I possibly worry about myself when all I could think about was the million things that could go wrong based on how he was acting?
I was concerned, frustrated, and worried about him and his attitude. For the countless time, I wondered why I was even bothering with him.
“I’ll be fine, thank you. So, can you please put your act together now?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him to show my dissatisfaction.
“Then, shall we practice?” Brandon asked as he leaned closer to me.
I automatically backed away as I sense the hidden desire behind his words and actions. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind exactly, but my senses told me that it wasn’t something good for me.
–To be continued...
