Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
Towards the Hanging Pole

All preparations for Eirene's birthday celebration were over. Three days of work, assisted by dozens of Narendra's wives and hundreds of servants, they finally just started the event.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for him. After all, this was the first death celebration in Narendra's history. And to attend the event, Elios even wore Narendra's official outfit.

"Last time wearing it, I think it's my wedding to Graean." Elios stared at the reflection of his middle self by three servants.

Heavy clothing is complicated but made from high quality fabrics. The rose embroidery of gold thread on the pure white cloth appeared to match the diamond earrings Elios wore. His good looks reminded Elios of Eirene's beauty.

"What about Diane and Maria?"

"They're accompanying Roxanne dressed up, Young Master."

"That's great."

Elios has given them the task of dressing Roxanne as grand as possible tonight.

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Roxanne is uncomfortable when she stares at her reflection in the mirror, where the shadows of Diane and Mariana are also present.

"Aren't you supposed to be wearing this one of you?" Roxanne says the same thing again, because it's not good.

He now wears heavy clothing. Layers were plastered onto her body until it looked beautiful as if she was the princess of an ancient kingdom.

The golden rose shone from Roxanne's clothes. Much different from the clothes Diane and Mariana are actually black even though there is also a golden Rose.

"Young Master has the right to choose which wife will accompany him later." Mariana replied casually. "Just wear. The two of us are fine as long as Young Master is happy. Right, Diane?"

"Yes. After all, Roxanne, among all of us, you are the most conspicuous so just consider this your duty."

Roxanne grimaces. "Why am I always the one being sacrificed?"

"You're not happy accompanying Young Master?"

I'm happy Roxanne replied but in her heart.

Why not be happy if Elios gives him a chance to walk by his side later? Mariana said, there will be a number of rituals that they do and Roxanne must do it as well as a form of respect.

Regardless of anything, Elios now openly embraces his wives at peace with Eirene there. So, Roxanne had no reason to be unhappy even if she had been jealous of Eirene all along.

"You look so pretty, Roxanne." Diane patted him on the shoulder and smiled behind Roxanne. "You deserve to be on the Young Master's side."

"Stop complimenting me. That feels weird." But Roxanne smiled.

"Hey, let's go. It seems like Young Master is also done dressing up."

Moreover, Roxanne also had to keep her folded arms.

It felt pretty hard .. until Elios showed up carrying his charm.

"Young Master is so handsome!" Sanya cried out excitedly approaching the laughing Elios.

"really? I'm just so handsome today?" reply Elios tease.

"Today a hundred times! Just get fascinated!"

Elios stroked Sanya's head and paid tribute to his other wife. Only Roxanne and Diane did not approach, silently watching Elios.

"I don't think it's right to say this but Young Master," Roxanne gulped, " shouldn't she not be human?"

Diane glanced at a glance. "Devil or angel, which one do you think?"

I don't know. Maybe he can be both.

Unfortunately, there is no time to think about it. Elios turned his head towards Roxanne standing up and as the man stared without his blindfold, Roxanne felt like he was suddenly the center of the world.

"My wife." Elios reached out, peeling Roxanne's fingers back. "It's so perfect tonight."

"Heeeeeh, why is it that only Big Brother gets compliments?! Sanya is trying hard too!"

"Me too, Young Master."

"really. I am also."

Elios laughed embracing Roxanne. "You're not as pretty as my wife is tonight. Next time."

"Young Master cheated!"

Everyone laughed, even Diane whom he had never seen laughed. Their manner and attitude made Roxanne stunned. Instead of laughing, she wanted to cry.

Very inconvenient. This place, after all this time, with all of them, Roxanne is very comfortable.

He hopes all this lasts a long time.

Without knowing that Roxanne was walking to her own hanging pole.

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