Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife

Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
13. First Young Master


Roxanne rushed to her feet despite the fear of still poking at her. But even in the corner of his heart, he was still a little wondering who this stranger was.


Why did he speak to Elios as he commanded and why did Elios seem to disobey him? Who exactly is he?


"Then" Elios completely ignored Roxanne, looking at the stranger, "what are you coming to my land for?"


The stranger smiled with a laugh. "You claim the land I lent you as your land. My brother's a snob."


Roxanne jerks. So she's her brother?


But they're not alike. No, not even a little similar. The ones that looked just like them were handsome, but their facial lines were different.


In fact, the foreign man's eyes were amber while Elios's eyes were more pointed at a very dark brown.


"Arc." Elios stepped forward, passing Roxanne who was just peeking there to stand in front of her brother. "Aren't you the one who gave me Yasa's name? Take Narendra's name from me?"


"So you said Narendra's rules don't apply here?"


"First Young Master Narendra had no power in the land of Yasa. That's my rule."


Roxanne feels a power struggle between them, but she is stifled when the stranger, who turns out to be called Arkas, suddenly grabs Elios by the neck.


What kept him from breathing, Arkas said, "Don't fight."


And Elios really did not resist, only grimacingly feeling a strong giggle at his neck.


"My stupid, disgusting sister. I let you live because you were once Narendra. That'sallthatis. Then now you're acting like there's something left."


Whatisthis? What exactly is this? Why like this?


Why didn't Elios fight when he was strangled? Why is he silent?


How's roxanne supposed to be?


Wait, what if Roxanne was also affected? What if Elios dies?


If this family is really abnormal, then it would not be strange if an older brother eliminated his sister.


Then, how about—


"Young Master!"


Roxanne gasped at the sound. Watching Graean suddenly come, dragging her luxurious yet extremely pale expression on her dress.


"Young Master, please have mercy on your sister." Graean was trembling.


"You promised to forgive. You promised to let my Young Master. Please, please calm yourself. My Young Master could have been drunk."


"Drunk?"


Obviously Elios wasn't drunk, but Arkas let go of his sister's neck. Pushing the child to the ground.


Elios held his neck and coughed. Graean knelt to help him, but Graean's hand was brushed aside roughly.


"Stop meddling!" elios shouted in annoyance. "Graean, I'm tired of that attitude of yours. Go and don't show up until I let you. Go!"


Arkas frowned angrily at Elios. "Wreak havoc on your wife for being helpless. I'm really sorry I did good."


"Young Master." Graean looked at Arkas. "Please refrain from your insults on him. At least, as his wife, I felt humiliated."


Roxanne who was among them did not understand what was really going on. What, anyway? Why did Arkas who once looked friendly even now look scary?


Why does the fearful Elios look helpless? And why was Graean being so polite?


Arkas suddenly sighed. Staring at Roxanne a glance before she said, "I understand. Take Elios inside. I'll come in and talk to you later."


"Thank you, Young Master."


Roxanne watched Elios as furious as she was, but left as if she could not resist. Graean followed him a few steps behind. Probably said something because Elios looked angry again.


Elios' personality, Roxanne still can't understand. Sometimes he looks very cold and quiet, but he is also very emotional.


"Roxanne's."


Arkas's voice makes Roxanne flinch. Hurry bent. "Sorry not to recognize you, Young Master."


Roxanne called him you. If the Great Mistress found out, Roxanne would definitely be slapped.


"Not to behave like that. I'm not too concerned with position."


Arkas smiled kindly again, as if inexhaustibly strangling his own sister.


"In that case, what if you accompany me for a short walk? As well as treating your hand."


Clearly, there was no way Roxanne would say no.


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