Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 80: When I’m Gone

“No good reason. I’m just curious...” he replied casually.

“Curious? You’re curious about what exactly?” I asked with widened eyes.

Bradon stared at me with an unreadable expression for a few seconds before he let out a small chuckle as if an entertaining thought had just crossed his mind. Of course, I had no idea what he was thinking about or recalling.

“I’m just curious to know what kind of woman I had the misfortune to marry,” he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

I always thought that his eyes were a very attractive color, but nothing could compare to their beauty when there were actual emotions reflected in them.

“You mean, what kind of woman had the misfortune to marry you, right?” I corrected him immediately before I remembered to hold my tongue.

“I take it that you’ve already agreed to my condition,” Bradon said before he smiled meaningfully at me.

Right, that was probably a very Dahlia thing to say.

I bit down on my lower lip to silence myself before I would say anything irresponsible without applying a filter. His request still felt too simple and it still made me feel uneasy. It felt like he was hiding something from me or that he was luring me into a trap. The deal felt too good to be true. In fact, what he requested had no value at all and that was precisely why I couldn’t understand why he would want something like that.

“What’s the point in trying to find out what I’m really like? I’m just here until my sister comes back,” I retorted.

“Is that so?” he asked while sounding truly unbothered by my retort.

“Yes. I’ll be gone when she comes back,” I repeated with conviction.

“What if she never comes back?” he asked slowly and clearly.

Bradon’s hand on the small of my back tightened as he drew me closer to him. I had to admit that up until that point, I had never considered things in the longer term. I never truly thought about what would happen to me and my life if Diana never returned to reclaim her identity again and to continue with her life. Perhaps I knew in the back of my mind that it might be possible; however, I was so certain that sooner or later my sister would come back. I decided that her dream romance wouldn’t last more than three or six months at best.

“She’ll definitely come back,” I replied before I would develop more doubts in my mind.

“What makes you so sure?” he asked emotionlessly.

“I know my sister better than anyone...” I replied.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I thought that her relationship would fail just like so many before it. Although I wanted to wish my sister happiness with the man that she loved just like I had always done, I have gone through these similar experiences so many times before to know better. The only one who hadn’t learned any lessons from her past failures was my dear twin sister.

“What will you do when your sister returns?” he asked as he brought his face even closer to mine.

I wasn’t sure what kind of answer he was expecting, but for me the answer was quite obvious. I thought that it should have been quite clear to him as well.

“I’ll simply disappear again. When Diana comes back, I won’t be needed or welcomed here anymore, and we can finally put an end to all this. After all, your family only forced you into marrying me because they didn’t want Anthony to be wasted on someone like me, right?” I replied before forcing a tight smile.

The truth hurts but that didn’t change the fact that it was the truth. Somehow, voicing it out loud to someone else made me feel slightly better, even if that certain someone happened to be Bradon. I had always known and understood since a long time ago that Anthony was someone beyond my reach. Despite trying my best to discern what he was thinking from the look that Bradon had on his face, I couldn’t quite figure out how he liked my answer. There would probably be one less burden and trouble for him when I was gone.

“Do you really think that it would be that simple?” he asked softly.

I felt a shiver run through my body as his fingers stroked their way down from the base of my neck all the way down to my waist.

“It can be just that simple if we want it to be. There’s no need to further complicate things. I’ll go back to my life abroad and you’ll go back to living yours,” I said while trying to keep my tone light.

That was how I thought things were supposed to be. The life that we were living together as a married couple was fake and only temporary. It would be best for both of us to end this as soon as possible and return to our lives. Bradon looked at me with cold passive eyes without making any comment. I took his silence as either agreement or simply dismissal. It did make sense given the fact that I didn’t think that he would really care what I would do with my life if only he could get rid of me.

“Let’s just do our best at playing our roles until that time comes, ok?” I suggested before trying my best to show him a cheerful smile.

I smiled with the hope that I could finally get him on my side. His cooperation would make things much easier for me and much less painful for both of us. Since I was sure that this mess that we were in was going to be short and temporary, all we needed to do was bear with it and ride it out. Pretending to be a fake couple wasn’t the hardest thing in the world. We also both looked exactly or almost like our siblings so that made it even easier.

“Get off...” he commanded in a low mutter after a moment of silence.

--To be continued...