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THE ALPHA'S MARRIAGE OF DECEPTION  Novel Cover

THE ALPHA'S MARRIAGE OF DECEPTION

Meet Evelyn Blackwood- the forgotten twin who has always lived in her sister's shadow. While her twin sister Evren basks in success and their father's love, Evelyn remains the family secret, cast aside and unwanted. But everything changes when she's given an unexpected task: pretend to be her perfect sister and marry the powerful Alpha James Radcliffe. At first, it seems like a simple role to play. Walk like Evren. Talk like Evren. Be the princess everyone thinks she is. Finally, a chance to make her father proud. But nothing in the royal palace is what it seems. As Evelyn plays her part in this dangerous game of pretend, something unexpected happens - real feelings begin to bloom. Now she's keeping secrets from everyone, including the husband who thinks she's someone else. With each passing day, the lies grow deeper, and the stakes get higher. One wrong move could expose everything. In a world of power plays and hidden agendas, can a rejected omega find the courage to choose her own path? Will Evelyn dare to reach for true love, even if it means risking everything she's ever known? This royal romance hides a story of betrayal, power, and the courage to choose between family loyalty and matters of the heart. Sometimes the greatest act of bravery is simply being yourself.
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Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Evelyn POV.

I stood in front of this man oblivious to me. Just a few minutes ago we met. It was indeed a cold reception. I knew he never liked me. He doesn't need to like me anyway. No one loves an arranged marriage.

It is always a bottomless pit, full of life surprises. You don't know what is waiting for you until you get in.

I had to play my script, and play it excellently smart. Otherwise I would regret the day I came to this earth. I have been well briefed and there is no sloppiness.

I need to use this to gain the trust of my father. Maybe my affection can find a way in his heart. I don't really want much. I just want him to love me half as much as Evren, my twin sister. Now everyone knows me as Evren. Not Evelyn, a poor forgotten child of elder Alexander.

"Will you Evren Blackwood take alpha James Radcliffe as your fated mate and the one and only love of your life?" the priest in front of us solemnly declared.

Alpha James had tapped me into reality, because the world was watching.

"Yes I do." my voice steady despite the storm inside, trying to fake the needed smile.

"You are proclaimed as husband and wife." The priest declared, his voice echoed through the grand hall.

The whole congregation was bemused with joy including my father and the other man who was with my father earlier. The duo sat in line with the king and other dignitaries, fake smiles plastered on their faces.

Everything here looks strange, the people, food, the extravagant dress and even the air carried a sharp, unfamiliar scent of luxury.

A short while later, I was ushered into an enormous room at the center,presumably the best I have seen. At its center, stood a grand bed draped with silk. The room shimmered with wealth every corner spotless, every glow surface reflecting the glow of chandeliers.

A rich heady fragrance lingered in the air, my fingers trailing over the smooth fabric unable to check the sense of ease growing through me.

I checked my burner, the one given to me by my father. Two unread messages blinked on the screen.

The first message reads: "Your first assignment is to implant chips on Alpha james before twelve a.m. You must make sure you have sex with him tonight for this mission to be successful. Everything you need is in the envelope, in the drawer, at the right hand corner of the room close to the bed." I turned around and I could see a mini-drawer, positioned beside the bed.

"Your failure to carry out this simple task shows that you are not fit for this mission. Hence, you will be withdrawn as soon as possible and other options will be considered."

'Options?'

Sweat broke out of my face, as I find it difficult to swallow saliva. My eyes traced its footsteps back to the second message sent a few minutes after the first one.

The Second message reads: "never forget the three rules.

Rule one: Focus is the name of the game, the end result is more important than anything else.

Rule two: Your cover is more important than your life.

Rule three: Obey the first and second rule."

I had to quickly locate the spot. I was lucky to come across a brown envelope, so I dipped my hand into it, luckily I could lay my hand on a silvery colored pen-like object.

Should I pick the object and hide it in my Bra or wrap it between my long hair.

Or I should leave it there, and when time comes, I will still come and pick it later? Does this place look like Alpha James' bedroom? I had to quickly scan the room to check if I could see any man's belongings, a sure sign that this may be his room. But I found none. Barrages of confusion enveloped me.

I read the second message twice, my father's echoed in my mind. The rules were more than instructions; they were a mantra he'd succeeded in drilling into me as long as I could remember.

I had to double check if there were any security cameras around.

Uneasiness filled me but I had to be man enough. I have never found myself in this kind of situation before.

Suddenly, I could hear the growing and resounding footsteps approaching the door. I quickly inserted the burner phone in my tight silky panty and wrapped the silvery colored pen in my hair. Thankfully it looks like a hair clip . The rule: Never blow your cover, it sunk into me.

Re-adjusted myself to the edge of the bed this time facing the door to prevent any suspicion.

Two maids stepped into the room, their faces looking accommodating and friendly. "I'm Antonia my Luna," she uttered. I could see her inviting white set of teeth and her impeccable skin.

I believe their work is more than house chores and domestic needs in the palace. They may also be available to attend to some tired guests of the king in the other room.

"The person right here is..."

"Leticia," the second lady quickly cut-in.

"We are here to tend to your hair and do other necessary things to get you prepared for the evening party." Antonia added with smiles.

Leticia had come in with a handy make-up bag. She was unpacking the content on the table attached to the mirror stand. On her way to the

"Tend my hair?" My eyes widely opened in astonishment.

Have I been caught? Definitely there are security cameras in secret places in the room which I have been unaware of? Or are these ladies mole? They are too friendly to be real. No one comes into a big palace with beautiful ladies like this and receives such a calm and welcoming reception whereas some of them would have a soft spot for alpha James.

She gravitated towards me , launching forth her slender hand to remove my veil. I quickly caught it in the air.

"Please don't!" I quickly countered and put on a fake smile to hide my insecurity, "I usually have a severe headache when people retouch my hair." A lie from the pit of hell trying to feign a smile.

"The only thing I need now is a warm bath to get me prep-up for the after-wedding party."

Alpha James barged into the room without knocking, "Everybody get out of here, I need to have some quiet time with my woman!" He speaks with a high level of intoxication as the stench of alcohol oozes from him and envelopes me.

The maids quickly dropped whatever they were doing,

"We are sorry, alpha james!" They uttered and hit the door as their legs could carry them.

I stared at him, and he stared back still hugging his bottle of champagne like the perching of a baby to her mother's back. I knew this was the time for me to strike.

I had to follow the script. I had to lure him into sleeping with me.

Then, he devoured me with his gaze, his greenish eyes pierced through me. I was calm. Trying to study his next move. He dropped the alcoholic drinks with him and gravitated close to me.

He tossed the veil on my head at one side of the bed and placed his index finger on my voluptuous lip. I jerked up my nerve a little but tried to put it under control. Then he placed soft lips on my lips. This time I couldn't control the shrill it sent through my spine.

My lower lip was glued to his for minutes as if there was a special honey to extract from it. This time he had stripped me of my gown, leaving me only with a bra and pant, the upper part of my breast bulging out into the air.

He flung me to the bed, I gave him time to unfasten my bra and gently placed a series of tender kisses from my nape to my waistline. I grabbed the bedsheet to support my emotional surge. This time James had gotten hold of my soft buttock and strip of my g-string.

I could not explain the spell he had casted on me that made so overt to his lustfulness. A part of me really yearned for him while another part of me told me this is what needed to be done to be on the good page of my father.

Maybe it was due to his drunkenness. By morning, he would have come back to his senses. My flower had been dripping and I had completely soaked the bedsheet with my wetness.

To carry out my assignment and for him to draw more into me, I whisper into his ears, " Please, eat me, my alpha."

He suddenly picked me up from the bed into his arms. I clung to his broad muscular chest, he took me straight into the bathroom. He calmly placed my right leg at the edge of the bathtub, and carefully tilting my buttock backward, he parted my legs and went underneath and dipped his index finger into my flower. I moaned as fluid rushed out. He placed his mouth on my flower devouring me like no one has ever done, until the door of the room suddenly opened.

Two men dressed in black suits stepped in.

"Ransack everywhere!" One of them ordered.

We tiptoed ourselves to the corner of the bathroom peeping through the space in between the door. We breathe in each other's breath, looking at each other as we perch to the back of the door.

"Check the wardrobe and the bathroom, we only need the girl."

My eyes open in astonishment. Why me?

We could hear an increase in the sound of footsteps coming into the bathroom.

"Clear!" The voice affirmed as he looked everywhere in the bathroom.

"Let's get out of this place as soon as possible." The first voice ordered. They hurriedly left the room.

While we still glue ourselves at the end of the door.

"I know that voice, it belongs to David." Alpha whispered.

"Who is David?" I asked.

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