“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 alrea
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 meant
“Practice…what?” I asked softly as I leaned back to put some distance between us. For a moment, I was once again conscious of the fact that I was alone in a room with Bradon and the comfortable-looking bed wasn’t too far from where we were. I could feel a fluttering feeling in my chest as Bradon continued staring deeply into my eyes. His eyes looked so captivating and so alive as he looked at me. I bit down on my lower lip when my gaze dropped to his perfectly-formed lips that were moving closer and closer to my face. He’s going to kiss me…Before I would lose myself in his seductive gaze, I placed a hand flat against his hard chest to hold him off. Bradon seemed slightly surprised before his face transformed into a look of amusement at my attempt to stop what he was about to do. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I got on the defensive. “Practicing…” he replied before his lip curved into an alluring smile that made my heart ache in my chest. “...What?” I muttered in co
“At times like these, I suddenly get promoted…or demoted to be your husband,” he muttered before rolling his eyes at me. I narrowed my eyes at him without missing his choice of words. How could becoming my husband be viewed as a demotion?“What is that supposed to mean? Why? Are you telling me that you’re dying to do a kiss scene with me? That crazy director is going to make us kiss for at least ten times until we do it right…” I pointed out as I started to feel even more frustrated than before. Just thinking about it made me mad and disgusted. I knew without actually reading the script that everything that they had in mind was going to be some cliché and tasteless romantic garbage. My thoughts were cut short when Bradon suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself trapped between him and the sofa. Bradon loomed over me and I could see raw desire dancing in his blue eyes. “Shall we continue with our practice?”
I was still too astonished to say anything. The staff murmured a little at the unexpected disagreement that had erupted between Bradon and the director. The poor director struggled a little with himself before clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s wrap up here for this scene and let’s head over there to shoot the next scene,” the director instructed. I smiled a little at Bradon when I caught him watching me. It was my way of thanking him silently for helping me and getting me out of this one. After changing my outfit and letting the stylist have their way with my hair, I was ready to rejoin Bradon on the beach. By that time, the wind had really picked up and the sky was completely dark. The stars twinkled so brightly in the sky that I couldn’t help but gaze up at them. “You like the stars?” Bradon asked from close to my side. I hadn’t realized that he was standing so close until I heard his voice. The stars shining up above must have captured my attention
I didn’t realize at all that we were being filmed. When I turned to question Bradon, he shrugged his shoulders at me. That was when I knew without a doubt that he knew all along. It was no wonder that he called me Diana even while we were supposed to be alone. “Did you…” I began asking but decided against it. I already knew the answer already so there was no point in having him confirm it. It must have been his idea to get the director to film us naturally. I also doubted that we played out any kind of scene that was planned out in advance based on the script. That must have meant that Bradon somehow talked the director into filming us while we were naturally interacting with each other. I had to say that I did find it a lot less stressful, and unbelievably, we managed to get it all right in just one take. “Thank you…” I thanked him softly. “It’s not a problem. I didn’t do it for you. I did it for myself and the rest of the crew so that we can finally call it a day,” he replied a
Dreading the arrival of that moment, I ended up taking a very long time in the bath while listening to the sound of the door opening to announce his arrival. At first, I didn’t want to face him but when it took such a long time for him to return to our bedroom, I started to wonder where he went. “This is so stupid…” I mumbled to myself before letting out a sigh.The water in the tub was no longer warm and I had gotten quite bored. Just as I climbed out of the bathtub, I heard a few knocks on the door. …Bradon?I wrapped a towel quickly around my body and headed out of the bathroom. Since Bradon would never knock on our bedroom door like that, I knew that my first reaction in thinking that it was him was definitely incorrect. “Who is it?” I called out questioningly as I approached the bedroom door. “It’s me…” a man’s voice replied. “Zain?” I replied, after recognizing his voice. “Yes, My Lady…” he replied. “I’m…I can’t open the door right now. Do you need something?” I asked. “
“I need your help again, my friend…” he said before letting out a long sigh. It wasn’t rare for the prince to give me a call and he was right when he said that we are friends. While taking Anthony’s place over the years, I’ve had a couple of opportunities to meet the crown prince. At first everything was very distant and formal between us; however, our relationship started to change when I suddenly received a mysterious invitation from the palace. What surprised me even more at the time was the fact that the invitation was addressed to me as ‘Bradon’ instead of to my younger brother. I had always thought that I was good at impersonating my brother but it appeared that the crown prince was even more talented at telling people apart. Upon our meeting, he could tell that I wasn’t Anthony and my true identity turned up after some investigation. Instead of probing into the reasons why the Vulkan family had a hidden son that sometimes impersonated their only son, the crown prince was more