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He kissed while capturing my lewd moans into our wet yet sweet kiss.

“I didn’t know that you would be so vengeful...” he whispered after breaking our kiss.

It took a few seconds for to connect the dots that he was referring to the hint that I had given him to the plan that I had in mind. I ended up smiling when I thought that he did sound a little impressed. Relief flooded my chest and I let out a sigh of satisfaction. Bradon wasn’t at all appalled by my idea or the real nature of myself that I had shown him. If anything, he sounded quite accepting.

“Let’s just say that it’s a personal grudge,” I replied before grinning at him.

There was a ti when I made the decision to leave this country for good when I truly thought that the best revenge that I could give to them and to life in general was to forget everything, move on, and live the best normal life that I could far away from this place. I fooled myself into thinking that I could forget and that I could let everything slide. As Bradon held in his arms and nuzzled the back of my neck, I began thinking that there was clearly sothing better that I could do. The best revenge was to completely crush them all before moving on with my life as if nothing had ever happened.

I silently thanked everyone for bringing back here and for giving this opportunity to enact my revenge.

Prince Desmond, I sincerely hope that you haven’t forgotten ...

...

**A Week Laterr**

The efforts that my father and his campaign team put into appeasing the public after the first round of the poll survey results was truly over the top. Unfortunately, that also ant that Bradon and I had to be highly involved as we acted our part of Anthony and Diana. Today was the first day out of more than a dozen trips spanning the duration of roughly a month where we had to parade in cars that would take us all around the main cities and through all the major roads. It was a country-wide campaign to ensure that people rembered our faces and would vote for my father. More realistically, it was my father’s attempt in showing the king and mbers of the royal family that he was committed to playing his role.

Even though all we really had to do was dress up and stand side-by-side while we waved and smiled at everyone like we were in a beauty pageant, I still hated the idea. For so reason, Bradon didn’t make a fuss out of it and took it as part of his responsibility. As for , I couldn’t help but complain at each and every turn.

“Chin up and smile,” he reminded with a teasing smile.

When his finger grazed my chin and tilted up my face, I honestly thought that he would kiss . Bradon just smiled at before his hand dropped away and that made feel slightly like a fool for hoping that he would kiss . It has been around a week since I exposed my desire to take revenge on my own family but Bradon had not made any direct comnt on it. That topic of conversation did not co up between us and I haven’t found the right opportunity to discuss it seriously with him.

The faces of people gathered in crowds on the side of the road to watch the parade looked excited. I could feel countless pairs of eyes staring up at Bradon and . I waved and smiled just like how I was supposed to as I tried my hardest to suppress the fla of anger burning in the chest. I knew that these people deserve sothing better for their future than a puppet governnt run by my brainless, gambling-addict, and abusive father.

I wanted change that was for the better but I wasn’t sure what that really ant or how I could make it co about.

“Are you tired?” Bradon asked when he spotted letting out a sigh.

“Yes. Just thinking of problems that are way bigger than myself is making tired...” I confessed softly so that he would be the only one that could hear .

“There’s no harm in asking for help when you need it...” he whispered to .

I wondered if I could really trust him and then I began to wonder if I even had a choice. The truth was that I didn’t have many allies or people that I could trust. I still didn’t know where Anthony had been hiding and the man standing next to still remained tight lipped about that. I haven’t forgotten about my mission to get in touch with Anthony, although I had to admit that it was taking much longer than I had planned and I honestly wasn’t making much progress. It felt like a war would break out between Bradon and again if I asked him about Anthony.

Diana had gone all silent on and all I could do was pray that she was doing well and living the life of her dreams wherever she was. I stared right up into Bradon’s and t his beautiful blue gaze before I smiled a little at him when I acknowledged that he was probably the only one I had right now, if I had him that is...

“You should stop feeding false hope...” I murmured half-jokingly before turning away.

I wished that he would just agree to help out if I asked him for his help; however, I knew very well that nothing was ever going to be that simple. Bringing about such a big change wouldn’t be at all easy and there were many factors at play. On top of that, the stability of the entire country will be impacted if things head south. It was a very risky ga but I had never feared placing risky bets.

–To be continued...

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