Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1317: Miles Linden Is the Merfolk Kingdom’s Young Lord
Why is he on the ground?
Willow quickly crouched down and pushed him twice, "Miles, hurry up and get up. Are you pretending again, trying to fool me?"
Miles kept his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep drunk, and he muttered, "Sis..."
Sis?
After taking advantage of her, he called her his sister?
Willow understood; he was truly drunk, came here to act crazy, and probably wouldn’t remember what he did when he woke up the next day.
What can you argue about with a drunkard?
Willow bit her red lips with frustration and anger. She decided not to care about him anymore and let him sleep on the street!
Willow got up and ran away.
Listening to the gradually distant footsteps, Miles slowly opened his eyes, he wasn’t drunk or asleep, he was pretending earlier.
If he didn’t pretend, he wouldn’t know how to end it, how to face Willow in the future?
Her mind is so simple, she’s easy to deceive!
He wasn’t going crazy from drinking; he just used the alcohol as an excuse to do something he’d always wanted to do but didn’t dare to before.
Miles raised his hand, covering his crimson eyes.
...
Miles returned home and hurried into the bathroom for a cold shower.
The icy water hitting his muscles couldn’t calm the turmoil inside him, his mind was filled with the scene of kissing her in the alley; it was a short moment, just a few seconds, his sweaty palms pressed against her red lips as he kissed her in her wide-eyed, terrified gaze.
Her lips were so sweet.
They tasted like strawberry candy and had a hint of milk ice cream.
He had eaten the things she left behind, once thinking they were sweet enough, but now he realized her mouth was the sweetest.
Miles bent his tall and handsome body, bracing against the wall with one hand, while the other hand reached down in despair...
...
An hour later, Miles finally walked out of the bathroom, his eyes tinged with a layer of blood-red, filled with decadence and excess after indulgence.
He emptied his mind and lay on the bed; this was not the first time he had tormented himself like this, adolescence brought the first taste of lust and affection, and he felt that sooner or later that girl named Willow would drive him insane.
Just then, a melodious ringtone began to play; he was getting a call.
Miles picked up his phone, glanced at the incoming call display, then expressionlessly set the phone down without answering.
The ringtone repeated again and again, while Miles coldly turned his back, closing his eyes.
...
Early the next morning.
Miles opened his eyes to find a man in black had already appeared in the room, who respectfully began, "Young Lord."
Miles showed little expression; his vigilance was always high, even when asleep, but he was too tired last night and slept heavily—this was not a good sign.
Throwing off the covers, Miles got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. He didn’t turn his head, but coldly said, "Who told you to come?"
The man in black replied, "Young Lord, Lord called you last night and you didn’t answer, so Lord became worried about you and sent me over. Please don’t worry, I come and go without a trace; no one will know, nor will anyone discover Young Lord’s true identity."
Miles started brushing his teeth.
"Young Lord, the Barnes family and Celeste Linden are progressing smoothly; it seems the Barnes father and son have already fallen out because of this beauty ploy, just as you instructed. We’re only assisting from the shadows; today Celeste Linden can leave and start anew."
Miles leisurely finished brushing his teeth and washed his face with cold water. He looked at himself in the mirror, nodded, and said, "Let Celeste go; from now on, don’t follow her wherever she goes. Past events should be left as dreams."
Miles knew everything Celeste did; her departure was already known, and this was good. Today, let’s bury the name "Celeste Linden."
In the future, wherever Celeste goes or becomes, no one will know, including him.
In Celeste’s eyes, he’s forever her brother Miles, and that’s fine.
Ignorance is the safest option for her.
"Yes, Young Lord." At this moment, the man’s eyes hesitated, "Also, Young Lord, this time Lord asked me to inquire about how things are going with the Princess of Alani, Willow."
Miles wiped his face with a towel, and upon hearing the name "Willow," he threw the towel on the sink with a layer of gloom covering his sharp brows.
The man in black began to sweat nervously, "Young Lord, Lord doesn’t mean to interfere; he just... he... says our time is running out. The Princess of Alani, Willow’s parents, Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling, are no ordinary people; her brother Caden Crawford and her fiancé Prince Rosen are all shrewd and influential figures. Over the years, their alliance has formed a tripod power, while our kingdom was critically damaged by their assault years ago, wandering aimlessly. At that time, the princess fought with all her might to give birth to the Young Lord despite massive blood loss, entrusting the task of restoring our country to the Young Lord—this is your mission and duty, you cannot be swayed by Willow."
Miles’ handsome face remained inscrutable, unfathomable to those who looked upon him.
That’s right; he is the Young Lord of the Merfolk Kingdom.
In the chaotic war, Zane Crawford forcibly changed fate against heaven’s will by drawing out the Sky Sword, sacrificing his life for the emergence of Alani, bestowing grandeur upon Serena Sterling. In the false peace bought by Hayden and others’ assault, the Merfolk Kingdom was destroyed; Hayden’s son, Caden Crawford, rose to fame at a young age, seized the political power of the Barnes regime, dominating the world with support and alliance from the Rosen royal family—three powers interlock, slicing through the breath of the Merfolk Kingdom.
Serena, as the new generation Princess of Alani, her alliance with Prince Rosen is her mission, because the current thriving world is bought with the blood of several generations, she has no right to be capricious, no choice in the matter.
Yet, Willow is the apple of everyone’s eye; she’s still young, adored by all, yet unaware of her burdens, unaware of the entrenched power struggles, never tasted blood like her parents, and hasn’t lost a loved one—thus this presents the Merfolk Kingdom an opportunity to take advantage.
Miles, has come for Willow.
"Young Lord, Lord is very concerned because lately, you haven’t been in contact with him. The Princess of Alani, Willow, is naive and carefree, easily fooled, however, Young Lord you’re at that vigorous age, Lord is also afraid you might lose yourself in the mix of truth and lies."
"Lord wishes for Young Lord to hasten the plan; right now Willow is at your fingertips, ruining the marriage is but a thought away for Young Lord."
"Lord stated, given the blood feud of an extinct kingdom, Young Lord is destined not to marry Willow, not even as a concubine. But if Young Lord truly likes Willow, in the future she can become your warm bed servant, you can play however Young Lord pleases."
