Just as I was about to answer the question, a voice shouted loudly and drew the attention of everybody including myself.“You homewrecker!!!”I could not pinpoint who was the one who had yelled that out in the large crowd. Right after, other people started yelling out similar accusations. “How dare you come back here?!” “Shameless woman!”“Homewrecker!”I had no idea who in the crowd had accused me of being a homewrecker but those words almost made me break out in a smile. There were just too many people and I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. Soon enough, I figured out that it didn't matter anymore because that was just the very start of what seemed like an unstoppable wave of countless people screaming out similar accusations. A parade of people poured into the airport holding signs as if protesting against my return. Now that I think about it, something like this didn't happen before when I was banished from the country. I wasn't sure how much of these people's fury
“I guess now that Miss Dahlia is back, we can expect to see the three of you together more often,” another reporter said with a smile. With some effort, I managed to keep on smiling although I knew that what everybody was looking forward to was practically impossible. I should have realized that something like this was going to happen the moment that I agreed to play both my sister and myself at the same time . “Are you looking forward to seeing your sister? It has been quite a while since you came to this country," a reporter asked. They had no idea how much I wanted to see my sister. Despite the complications that she had gotten me in, I still felt a longing to see her in person. It had been quite a while since I had last heard from Diana, and I couldn't stop myself from worrying about her while at the same time praying that she was doing well. “Of course, I miss my sister, but it isn’t like we didn't keep in touch. We are very close,” I said before showing them a confident smil
The crowd chanted the king's name while others shouted questions related to my return and my relationship with the king. Of course, none of us felt even the slightest bit obliged to respond to their questions as we made our way silently to the cars waiting to escort us out of the airport.“I'll take you back home,” Bradon said as he grabbed my wrist quite tightly in his hand. I knew that he wanted us to return to his mansion, but it seemed like Desmond had other plans in mind.“I am here to escort Dahlia back and I have decided to give her a temporary residency in the palace. She should be staying with me until she can find a place of her own,” Desmond replied as he took hold of my other wrist. I glanced from one man to the other before heaving a loud sigh at the conflict that was clearing brewing between them. I felt like heading to the palace with the prince right now while everything was still so chaotic could spark more trouble than good. As for Desmond's plan to stir up chaos a
Frankly, it was hard for me to imagine myself living in the palace under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone else there. First of all, the palace feels stifling and I was sure that I would end up feeling unhappy there despite everything that Desmond would do to please me. Secondly, it now felt quite strange for me to leave this mansion, and perhaps it was because I had been living there for quite some time already. Regardless of the reason, it never once crossed my mind that I should move in to live at the palace.“Are you worried that I'm going to leave you all alone in your large mansion? Will you be lonely without me?” I asked teasingly before letting out a soft laugh.One look at Brandon's face and I could tell that he didn't find my joke to be at all funny. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest when he slowly closed the distance between us. His blue eyes held mine intently, and I found it slightly harder to breathe under his intense gaze. The silence that surrounded us only ma
It soon became too much for me to take, and I had to break our kiss. My chest heaved up and down as a struggle to catch my breath. Bradon stared at me with a dark look of desire in his eyes and that excited me more than it made me weary of the purpose of his sudden seduction. “Wait…” I murmured as I struggled to think straight. I knew very well that if this kept on going, we would end up doing it right until the end until we were both satisfied. “You're my wife, Dahlia. Don’t you dare forget that even for a moment. You should use your body to please your husband whenever he wants you,” Brandon hissed as his hands pulled my body roughly up against his hard frame. His lips captured mine again and all the words of protest that my mind could conjure were swallowed up in our heated kiss. I moaned into our kiss when his hands began stroking the side of my thighs. The throbbing ache in between my legs slowly became unbearable, and I could tell that I was growing very wet down there. His
I cried out loudly when he screwed three thick and long fingers upwards inside of my trembling love hole. His fingers stretched and filled me all the way up inside. When he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me, I cried out his name as I felt my climax fast approaching. His fingers stimulated my pussy walls before ramming hard against my pleasure spot. The faster he thrusted his fingers, the louder I moaned and cried out his name. “Do you want me to make you cum, Dahlia?” Bradon asked knowingly. The pleasure became so overwhelming that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. It was a miracle that I could still stay standing as my pussy clenched hard around the fingers that he had embedded inside of me. “Please. Please make me cum,” I begged him shamelessly as desire fogged up my mind and clouded my judgment. “Good girl. You should have just begged for it right from the beginning,” he said while sounding extremely satisfied. Bradon did not waste time in pounding his finge
Instead of fulfilling my wishes right away, Bradon took great pleasure in teasing me with his slow and deliberate strokes. I stood up on my tiptoe as he held my other leg upwards as I began losing myself in the pleasure of our union. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tightly, do you want more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. I felt so desperate for more of his loving that all I could do was nod my head in response. Bradon chuckled softly in my ear as he reached his hand under my ass to better support my body and position my opening where he wanted it. That was a sure sign that he was about to get serious in pounding me and I couldn't wish for it to be any other way between us. I brace myself for the impact of his wild loving as Bradon slowly reared his hips back until almost the entire length of his cock had exited my body. He groaned my name like an animal in heat as he screwed his thick manhood all the way back into my wet tunnel in a single thrust that made me cry out his nam
Dawn seemed to have just broken when I woke up. Surprisingly, Brandon was still sound asleep next to me on the bed. I had expected that I would wake up alone to find that he had already left. While taking extra care not to wake him, I got out of bed despite not having a clear destination of where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I honestly felt very troubled although I didn't want to admit it even to myself. My body felt heavy slightly from the strenuous exercise that Bradon had put me through the night before, but there was also a sense of fatigue in my mind that probably came from excessive worry and stress. I truly wish that I had slept soundly and deeply; however, the truth was that I had quite a disturbing dream last night. Homewrecker! Homewrecker! Homewrecker! I could still hear the sound of their accusing chant even when I was sleeping. What bothered me wasn't their harsh words, but their hostile bloodlust that seemed to threaten to tear me into a hundred pieces or unt