Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 449: Forever Falling

I woke up slowly with the morning light spilling across the soft sheets of our bed. My entire body felt slightly sore yet extremely satisfied. Not surprisingly, we had spent almost the entire night, up until dawn, entangled in a passionate mess as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I smiled a little to myself before turning to pay attention to the man who was sleeping beside me.

Bradon’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm that showed he was still asleep. I always thought that Bradon looked years younger and extremely vulnerable when he was fast asleep.

I couldn’t help but smile tenderly as I observed the beauty of his long lashes. There were moments like these when I could hardly believe that this man truly belonged to me and that we were now husband and wife.

The word husband felt strange yet extremely sweet at the very same time, to the point that it brought a rush of heat to my cheeks. I wanted to let him rest just a little bit longer, but when I moved my body ever so slightly, I saw his eyelids start to flutter.

"Good morning, wife," Bradon said sleepily before he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Good morning, husband," I replied, returning his smile.

"That doesn’t sound like a very good morning from you," Bradon teased.

"I guess I’m not used to this whole husband and wife thing yet," I replied with a small laugh to hide my embarrassment.

"Really? Since last night, I’m already starting to love it," Bradon said as he pulled me into his embrace.

My face was suddenly buried in his muscular chest, and I felt his big, strong hand gently holding the back of my head, as if cradling a little child. We stayed still and silent like that for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts. Honestly, my thoughts were still filled with worry for the future. I couldn’t help but wonder if Bradon felt the same way but simply didn’t want to show me his weak side.

"You know, I was just thinking..." I began, then suddenly paused.

"Thinking about what?" Bradon urged me to continue.

"Well, you know, just the future. About what’s to come. The campaign, the election, and just... everything. Everything is just changing so fast," I replied, finding myself speaking louder and faster with each word.

"Come on now, you don’t have to worry about anything. Whatever happens, we’ll be together. And it’s not like we haven’t been through an election campaign before," Bradon said before grinning at me.

He was right about that, but things felt so different and so much more real this time around.

"Well, it wasn’t exactly your election campaign back then. I couldn’t care less about the results. But now, it’s going to be you who’s running to become the next Prime Minister of this country," I replied.

"Looking at the bright side, this means that we’re not just campaigning for nothing. I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I’m still not sure if I should run for Prime Minister," Bradon said, and for the very first time, he seemed uncertain.

I was certain there were many people rooting for us to fail completely and waiting to laugh at us when it happened. Although we had the King’s support, it wasn’t like we were walking into this election as the perfect star couple that everyone wanted.

Bradon, with his shady or non-existent past, and me, being the scandalous ex-fiancée of the King, suddenly getting married and running for Prime Minister - we were surely a couple everyone had their eyes on. They undoubtedly wanted to watch us walk through rain and fire just for their own entertainment. I had my doubts too, but at that moment, I felt a surge of confidence. I wanted to encourage Bradon, but I didn’t want to do it blindly just to make him feel better. I wanted to believe in the words I was about to say to him.

"I know that everything is supposed to be set. I have Desmond’s support behind me and everything is already in motion. It’s not about whether I will win or not, but whether I want to win or not.

"

Sometimes when I’m lying awake alone at night, I wonder if I’m the right person to do this. I don’t know... sometimes I just feel this strange sense of uncertainty - or you can call it a lack of confidence," Bradon confessed after a moment of pausing.

I stared at him, at a loss for words, for what felt like a very long time. It wasn’t just his words or the way that he said them that struck me, but the look in his eyes and the fact that, for the very first time, he seemed to be telling me what he was truly feeling. It felt like the very first time since we had reconnected as adults that Bradon showed me a side of him I had never seen before - the weak and vulnerable side.

"You are very brave. You’re the bravest person that I know. You’ve always been, and I know that you can do this.

In fact, I know that you’re the right person for this," I replied with conviction.

Hope seemed to sparkle in Bradon’s eyes as he stared back at me wordlessly. It felt like there was no need to exchange any more words between us. We had come to an understanding that we would get through this together.

When he pulled me into his embrace again, I threw my arms around him and hugged him back in return, holding him close to me and giving him the comfort he deserved.

I never thought I could fall more in love with Bradon, but at that moment, I realized that love was a bottomless pit - and I could continue falling deeper and deeper forever without stopping.