The Reason Why the Forsaken Fake Returned Chapter 84

“You bastard! You’re not even human!”

 

At last, the tears she’d been holding back spilled over, streaming down her cheeks and pooling at her chin.

 

“How could you do this to me? To deceive someone so cruelly… use them… and keep manipulating everything for your own sake!”

 

Shailoh was the only one who’d lost control, trembling with rage and emotion. She wanted to gouge out those calm turquoise eyes staring up at her, wanted to rip them out so he could never look at her again, then toss them into the deepest sea so he couldn’t see anything.

 

She slapped away the hand reaching to caress her cheek. “Don’t touch me! You fucking bastard!”

 

“If I’m a bastard…” His large hand gripped her hips, yanking her closer. Caleb lowered his head, burying his face beneath her skirt and pulling down her underwear.

 

“Let go… Aah!”

 

Shailoh barely had time to react before his wet tongue parted her closed folds and swept up over her clit.

 

“No… ahh, uuh…”

 

She tried to push his face away, her hand tangling in his soft hair. Her body, anticipating the familiar pleasure, began to tremble from deep in her belly. The relentless way he sucked at her clit, like a pup desperate for its mother’s milk, made Shailoh clutch his hair even tighter. His hand slid up to grasp her breast, kneading it through the fabric, then slowly circling her areola before pinching her nipple.

 

“Huh… Uuh, ngh… Ah.”

 

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her body flush with heat. In an instant, Caleb had flipped their positions, yanking her dress all the way up and pinning Shailoh beneath him. He pressed his index finger and thumb together, rubbing her slit, making sure she could see just how wet she was.

 

“Look at this.”

 

“Haa… ahh!”

 

Caleb brought the glistening string of arousal to his lips, tasting it, then licked his shining mouth. “Just a little sucking and you’re already obscenely dripping. Ever tasted yourself before?”

 

“Pe… Pervert…!” Her glare was full of accusation, but her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

 

Caleb lowered his torso, pressing his weight down on her, and grabbed her soft thighs. He trapped her now-swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, pulling and rolling it as if she’d begged him to touch her.

 

“Hngh, hngh… ahh!”

 

She felt the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance, her arousal making her folds pliant and yielding. Instinctively, she twisted her legs, but he simply lifted her ankles and hooked them over his broad shoulders, folding her in half. Shailoh arched her hips, her body moving on its own, begging to be filled. The way she moved was like a bitch in heat, desperate for him to fuck her.

 

“Are you a bitch in heat, screwing with this bastard?”

 

“…”

 

“Great. Then you’ll suit this bastard just fine, Sasha.”

 

With her eyes glazed over, mouth parted, Caleb lined up his cock with her quivering entrance and, in one thrust, spread her lips wide and drove himself deep inside.

 

“Haa… ah, uuh…!”

 

Shailoh gasped as the relentless sensation of him brushing against her inner walls and reaching deep to the entrance of her womb made her dig her nails into his broad shoulders. With each thrust of his reddened shaft, her lower belly swelled and flattened repeatedly, filled to the brim. The electric pleasure coursed through her spine, from head to toe, with each downward stroke, as if lightning had struck her. Her feet flailed in the air, and her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

 

When she opened her eyes again, Shailoh found herself lying on the couch, her tattered dress draped over her like a blanket. Surprisingly, the area beneath her hips, which had been soaked, was now unexpectedly clean. The man who had ravished her just hours ago was now buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, looking impeccably tidy, as if he had stepped out of an illustration. As she watched his composed profile, Shailoh turned her gaze to the ceiling.

 

“Alright. I’ll seduce Albert.” She could feel his piercing gaze on her, but she continued to stare at the ceiling, muttering softly. “And I’ll extract the information that will help you.”

 

“In exchange, you want me to let you go completely?”

 

“That was the deal, wasn’t it? Like last time.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Contrary to her expectation of anger, his acceptance was calm.

 

“There’s no need to hold onto a woman who keeps rejecting me. No reason to.”

 

“…”

 

“However, I won’t hand you over to Albert right away.”

 

A long shadow fell over her as she lay there. Caleb, twisting the ends of her disheveled hair, whispered softly.

 

“If I do it that way, you’ll be nothing more than a fleeting amusement, a mere plaything. People tend to cherish and obsess over what they barely manage to snatch from others rather than what they get for free.”

 

It was a reasonable argument.

 

Shailoh turned her eyes and met the turquoise gaze looking down at her with indifference. “So, what do you propose?”

 

“First, we need to make it widely known that you’re my treasure. I’ll make sure you’re seen as much as possible. From now on, wherever I’m invited, you’ll accompany me.”

 

Too exhausted to nod or sit up, Shailoh blinked in agreement.

 

After caressing her hair gently a few more times, Caleb left without hesitation.

 

* * *

That agreement was the problem. Almost every day, Shailoh found herself getting fitted for dresses, styling her hair, and reapplying makeup. She became so familiar with the seamstresses that she recognized their faces one by one.

 

“I’m envious. It must be wonderful to have a man who dresses you up so beautifully.”

 

“Absolutely! And a prince at that!”

 

“Ah… Haha. Yes, that’s right.”

 

Shailoh, accustomed to striking various poses to make it easier to take her measurements, smiled awkwardly. The seamstresses, intrigued by the gentle atmosphere, chatted among themselves, their eyes gleaming.

 

“Now, just between us… Miss Griche, how did you meet His Highness? You two seem like you wouldn’t have crossed paths.”

 

“That’s right! Did you know who he was from the start? You didn’t, did you?”

 

“How did we meet…” Shailoh found herself mumbling along with the seamstress’s words and lowered her gaze for a moment. It was only five years ago, yet it felt so distant. So much had changed in that time. “It was just ordinary.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Just as Shailoh was about to suggest with a smile that they finish up with her hair, a voice interrupted.

 

“Ordinary, you say. That’s disappointing. I remember the air and the temperature of that day.”

 

“Y-Your Highness!”

 

The seamstresses, startled by the sudden intrusion, quickly paid their respects. Caleb, gesturing for them to leave, stood behind her. Their eyes met in the mirror’s reflection.

 

“Exposing your neckline suits you better.”

 

“If you say so, I’ll keep doing it.” Like a puppet on strings, Shailoh obediently accepted Caleb’s words.

 

Pleased with her recent docility, he smiled and reached out to touch her lips. “What about the lip color? Who chose it?”

 

“I did. I thought it gave a nice, healthy look.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“If you applied it, then you can fix it.”

 

“Ah!”

 

Realizing his meaning, Shailoh felt a hand tilt her chin upward, and she found herself staring at the ceiling. Caleb leaned down and kissed her.

 

“This feels just like old times.”

 

Shailoh was thinking the same thing. Just a few months ago, she would have been delighted by even this contact. But so much has happened since then. Hoping to return to the way things were was a luxury she couldn’t afford anymore.

 

“Do you think being this obedient will please your younger brother, Albert?”

 

At the sound that shattered the moment, the hand holding her chin released its grip.

 

“Who knows.”

 

He wiped his hand as if he had touched something dirty, and Shailoh chuckled softly. She reached for the makeup she had just applied on the vanity in front of the mirror and reapplied it.

 

Soon, the sound of footsteps approached, and someone began walking towards them. Albert arrived, greeted them, and immediately turned to Shailoh with a comment.

 

“You look beautiful today.”

 

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

 

It was as if the incident at the palace had been completely erased from their memories, as the two exchanged cheerful smiles.

 

“I hear you haven’t been on stage much lately.”

 

“Various circumstances have come up.”

 

“That’s a shame. It’s a talent worth coveting.”

 

“Your words alone are enough, thank you.”

 

Shailoh couldn’t tell if Albert was speaking with full knowledge of her true circumstances or if he was genuinely unaware. As they conversed, she tried to focus on the space between his eyes rather than meeting his gaze directly.