Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 444: Finally, Our Wedding Night

If Desmond was giving Bradon support so publicly, then that only meant one thing. I took in a deep breath and held it as I felt my entire body shudder just at the thought.

"I would like to wish eternal happiness to the bride and the groom, and it would mean the world to me if everyone could give them your support just like I have chosen to support them," Desmond ended his speech on a very positive note.

Everyone in the venue applauded loudly as Desmond made his exit. With one last flash of a smile my way, Desmond disappeared along with all the men that accompanied him. That marked the end of our wedding ceremony, and also the start of what was to come.

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Our wedding night did not start off the way that I had dreamed of. Instead of making our way to our bedroom and sharing a night of pure hopeless romance, the night started off with a very strained conversation that didn’t quite contain many words. The look on Desmond’s face as he made his announcement was still glued to the back of my eyelids whenever I closed my eyes. No matter what, I couldn’t bring myself to forget his words or the look on his face.

What was worse was the sense of dread that filled every cell of my body whenever I recalled how Desmond declared Bradon’s involvement in the country’s politics. Although he did not say it straight, the implication of his words was as good as law itself.

"Would you care to explain what happened?" I demanded the moment that we were alone in our bedroom.

The way that Bradon stared silently at me as if he was at a loss for words, or perhaps he had no idea where to start with his explanation, only drove me closer to the edge of losing my sanity. I had to hold back every reaction that I had until Desmond and all the guests had left the wedding venue.

It was all because I knew that I would only be pouring gasoline on a burning fire if I reacted right at that moment, especially when Desmond was still present. I wasn’t exactly sure what Desmond’s intentions were, but the chaos that he ignited deep inside of my heart was undeniable. I told myself that perhaps Desmond meant well, and that he truly thought that Bradon’s involvement in the country’s politics would actually be better for the start of our future.

However, despite the King’s intentions, I had to say that I wasn’t quite as excited about the prospect as he seemed to be.

"Now isn’t the time to give me the silent treatment. Were you or were you not aware of what Desmond said?" I asked without backing down.

"I was aware. In fact, Desmond has been pushing me to get into politics for a very long time now," Bradon revealed with a serious look on his face.

"It’s just not like you, you know, to get involved in politics. You’re going to be out in the public and everyone will have their eyes on you," I said, voicing what first came to my mind.

I thought that we were going to live a quiet and peaceful life after we got married. Bradon did promise me that everything would turn out fine, and that made me believe that a peaceful life away from all the troubles was what he had in mind for us. Apparently, I had been sorely mistaken.

"Everything has its own sets of pros and cons. I think that this might be a good opportunity for us," Bradon said with a nod of his head.

For a moment a very peaceful look crossed Bradon’s face and I realized that he was smiling hopefully at me. It was almost like he was begging me to understand and to go along with his plan, but how could I do such a thing when I had no idea what exactly it entailed?

"It’s just so not like you. Even if Desmond was trying to persuade you, or even if he forced you into this, it’s so not like you to give in so easily," I said as I began talking faster.

I could feel my frustrations and all of my bottled-up emotions taking over me. It made me realize that from the first second that I noticed that Bradon would be late for our wedding, I had been so on edge and it seemed like all of my energy and patience had already run out.

"If you’re willing to listen, I am going to explain it to you," Bradon said calmly.

After taking off his tuxedo and tossing it aside, Bradon sat on the side of the bed before he waved his hand for me to join him. Hesitantly, I approached the bed before sitting next to him. I must have unknowingly left too much distance between us, because he ended up scooting over so that our thighs were touching.

Although I knew that it was our wedding night and that I shouldn’t let my anger take control of me, I couldn’t help feeling the way that I did after all that I had gone through on what was supposed to be my perfect wedding day.

"You said that you knew that this was going to happen? How much did you know in advance exactly? Did you know that you would be late to our wedding too?" I fired off questions one after another because I could no longer hold it in anymore.

Bradon suddenly looked visibly tired, as if he didn’t want to deal with this mess right now. I felt the same way, but for a very different reason. I didn’t want to deal with the mess, and wished that it didn’t have to happen so that we could have the perfect wedding just like we had planned. Now it seemed like the man at the center of the problem was acting like he didn’t want to deal with it.

"You told me to listen to you. You told me that you’ll explain everything. Well, I’m listening now," I said impatiently.