Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 392: The Truth We Chose

I had no idea how Diana managed to keep the girls silent up until that point so that the news wouldn’t spread; however, I knew that it wouldn’t be too long before everyone in school knew about this illicit affair. We would be extremely lucky if this news did not spread beyond the school walls. Despite the gravity of the situation, Mr. Malton was already ready to make his retreat.

"What if they don’t believe us? I feel so scared. I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want you to leave me," I said pleadingly just to see his reaction.

"You know that I would never do that. It would just be temporary until everything blows over. I promise that I will never leave you. How could I possibly leave you? I love you so much," he declared his love for me boldly.

The more dramatic things became, the more I felt that his act of adoration was completely fake. No matter how many times he claimed to be in love with my sister, it seemed like he couldn’t even tell us apart. I wondered what kind of face he would make when he found out that I wasn’t my sister. The only great thing about that moment was that I knew I wouldn’t have to wait very long to find out.

"If you still love me, then kiss me and hold me. I feel so scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen," I said in a small, pleading whisper.

As his lips approached mine, I had to admit, even to myself, that I was scared. I wasn’t scared of his touch or the thought that I would have to make out with him, but I was scared that if our lips touched, I would reach the point of no return. In my mind, I thought of three people at that moment. I thought of my sister, and that gave me a little bit more courage to continue with what I had to do. Then I thought about Desmond, and I saw the look of disappointment and sadness on his face, and that made me feel very hollow inside. Lastly, my thoughts landed on Anthony, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel, so I told myself to simply stop thinking and feeling.

Just before his lips reached mine, I thought that I heard footsteps approaching the room, and I knew that the time I had been waiting for had finally arrived. Mr. Malton was suddenly distracted, and I could tell that he had also heard the sound of footsteps. For the first time, the calm mask that he had quickly slipped away, and in its place was a look of nervousness as his eyes darted from me towards the door. When he pulled back from me, I knew that I was about to lose the perfect chance to do what I had to do.

Without saying a word or making a sound, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face close to mine. I kissed him heatedly without any hesitation as I counted slowly to three inside my head.

1...2...3...

Just like clockwork, the door opened with a loud bang, and the sound of surprised gasps and cries could be heard echoing all around the room. Mr. Malton quickly broke our kiss and pushed me away from him as if I was some disgusting creature, but it was already too late, and we were both beyond saving. I turned towards the door and faked a look of extreme shock to see my one and only sister accompanied by a large group of girls, mostly belonging to Mr. Malton’s group of fans.

"What the hell is going on?" the leader of the group asked in a broken voice, completely forgetting to mind her language.

"Dahlia? What are you doing here?" my sister asked, her eyes widening before her hands flew to cover her mouth.

Everyone began expressing their shock all at once, while I focused my attention on the man in the midst of all the chaos.

"What does this mean? Who are you?" Mr. Malton asked.

It was clear that he had caught on when Diana intentionally called my name, almost as if to provide the answer to the mystery of my identity. I felt the corners of my lips curve into a mischievous smirk as I glared back at my sister’s lover.

"Did you honestly think that someone like Diana would ever get involved with someone like you?" I asked, cocking my head mockingly to the side as my eyes searched his for answers.

Mr. Malton was evidently too stunned to even reply to me with words. Instead, he simply stared at me with wide eyes as the reality we wanted him to believe began to sink in.

"What’s wrong? Did you really think that the girl that you’ve been with all this time was Diana?" I asked before letting out a mocking laugh. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, and that strangely gave me the courage to push on. Perhaps it was because I knew that there was no turning back now. The plan was in motion, and I couldn’t afford for it to fail or backfire on my sister and me.

"Dahlia! Tell me that this isn’t true. Tell me that you’re not dating our teacher!" Diana screamed at the top of her lungs, as if she wanted every living person on the school grounds to hear.

"It’s just as you’ve all just seen. We’ve been together for a while now, although I am sorry for posing as you," I turned to reply to my sister before showing her a regretful grin.

"You’re not Diana?" Mr. Malton asked in a low whisper as he still struggled to comprehend what was supposed to be the truth.

"Well, the real Diana is standing over there, so I guess I am just Dahlia. Honestly, does it really matter? After all, I’m the girl you’ve always been with and the one that you love," I replied with a sweet smile.

–To be continued...