The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 43: The Lost Girl (3)
THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.
Hi, anyone misses the story of the girl who got lost in the vengeful forest?
If so, then have fun, for I will tell you the continuation of that forgotten story.
Actually, this story is a dark story that is hidden tightly and padlocked firmly at the door of someone's wounded heart.
But lucky for you, because I can tell that sad story.
And now I'm going to tell it in detail, not to be missed.
The truth that was delayed to be revealed, I will now throw at you the truth.
The story of a girl who is increasingly plunged into a forest of revenge, and tricked by a con man.
A con man disguised as a hero, a girl who has been completely corrupted.
The flower of happiness and sincerity, has now withered completely, being showered by the sprinkling of vengeance on it.
If you want to uncover the whole truth and quench your curious thirst, then read this story carefully.
Because if you don't understand what I'm saying, then don't expect you to quench your thirst for curiosity.
And this is your last chance to know everything, and I will never repeat my words.
This story is not just about the story of a lost girl, because other dark stories will also be revealed here.
Ah, looks like you can't wait anymore. All right, I'm not gonna mince words anymore.
Let's go back a few years after the girl had really been entangled by the thorn of hatred.
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A wedding.
A very happy and heartwarming marriage.
A marriage based on love, affection, and sincere promises that serve as a fuel for the relationship between the two people who do it.
A sacred bond that becomes a connecting rope between imperfect souls.
A ritual that unites the two imperfect creatures, to spend the ages together.
Love, more precisely the false love that has lied to all the attendants who are guests of the wedding.
The two people do not love each other, the two people are not really willing to perform the ritual.
Because marriage is only based on the love of one stream felt by the woman, while the other is very unwilling to marry an unloved woman as the opposite sex.
A taboo false promise is uttered from the withered lips of the man. He said he would take care of the woman with all his soul, he said he would love her with all his heart.
With disgust, the man said he would be willing to spend his entire life with the woman standing at the same altar as him.
His heart said another, his heart fixed on the other woman. A woman with her soothing brown mane.
The woman with the brown netra that makes her heart warm.
The woman with her red lips is like a red apple.
The woman with the scent of orange always accompanies every surface of her body.
The man, he loved that woman very much. Women with gentleness. Women with a smooth tone of voice. A mature woman, who can calm herself down who sometimes gets out of control.
The gentle gaze of the woman is like an antidote to the restlessness of her heart, and the sincerity of the woman is like a very precious jewel to the man.
It was the woman who stole the man's heart at first sight. It is the woman whom the man promises to give up all her soul and body.
However, the woman with all the advantages in her was being tormented by the sword stab in pain.
The woman was tormented with thousands of arrows of disappointment piercing her heart.
Another case with the woman who was standing on the altar with the man.
The woman had a blond mane that was very beautiful like gold wrapped in a long straight mane.
Her smile was like a rose that had just bloomed, imprinted on her beautiful doll-like face.
He smiled proudly. He was happy, his plan worked. Everything went as he had planned.
She was the girl who was lost in the forest of vengeance, she was the girl who still had a dust grain of kindness left in her heart.
Hate and selfishness are like deserts in his dry and arid heart because they are never watered by the rain of sincerity.
The girl has now changed status to a woman. She was no longer a young girl, but a grown woman.
A long-awaited marriage for the satisfaction of his ego, has been granted along with a false promise made by the man.
Of course, this marriage did not happen without a scheming plan that had been carefully drawn up.
A simple plan, but it can damage a long-standing friendship.
To tell me how the plan went, I seemed to have to go back a few months ago.
Then let us share that cunning together.
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The blond girl was talking to a man who had become a figure that was anchored by sadness, disappointment, and hatred.
And strangely, the man happily always accompanied and accompanied the girl, even all the requests of the girl he always participated.
"What do you want me to do this time, Ana?" ask the man. His black mane, now mingled with the beauty of the night.
"Your Majesty, you said that you would comply with all my requests, didn't you?" ask the girl with a water face that is getting serious.
The man looked confused and astonished by the girl's sudden behavior.
But a smile was always imprinted on her handsome face, and an agreement at the girl's request was always with her. "Of course, I will comply with your request" he replied.
"Then... Can you kill someone for me?" ask the girl while looking at the man in front of her.
"Are you going to be happy if I eliminate someone you mean?"
The blond girl replied loudly. "Yes, I'll be happy. And I'd be very happy if you could do it for me, Your Majesty."
The man seemed silent. Not knowing what he was thinking, the mysterious gaze could only represent a portion of what was in his brain.
Smiles are painted again, and the look of the face created from that smile can make people goosebumps.
"Well, I'll do it with pleasure."
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The sad news that hit hard the feelings of the Floniouse family, became a byword throughout the land of Erosphire.
The family looked dead, mourning clothes wrapped around their bodies.
It looked like a blond man, like he was being struck by the harshness of cruel reality.
No tears, no expressions, no words.
Only a blank stare coated his sky-blue netra, only a fist that became the emblem of all the clashing and clenched emotions.
Her sister is now gone, dying horribly by the vile deeds of a man blinded by selfishness.
And the one who did that was the woman who had loved him all along.
Yes, the woman he wanted to anchor his soul and body. All the evidence points to him, making the man convinced.
The girl told him about the evidence that led to the perpetrator.
In fact, not necessarily a proof will always be real and true.
Not all evidence is a hidden truth.
But the emotions had completely taken hold of him, so he seemed to lose control.
The antidote lost its control, now a trigger for the loss of his control.
It's weird, isn't it? Since when can the bidder be the trigger?
The man should have realized it. But anger and disappointment sweep all that away.
Anger is like a flood that sweeps away all of his feelings, so what dominates is anger and anger.
Disappointment is like a landslide that makes the trees of love in his heart collapse.
But the trees will grow again in his heart. What became the water to nourish the trees was his awareness and guilt for the deeds that would be done without him realizing it at this time.
With quick steps, he climbed on the back of the horse he was riding, then headed to his residence where his wife was.
Leaving the whole grieving family over the funeral of his beloved sister.
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"Believe me, I'm not the one doing all that. I can't kill him...!" said the woman who was hiccupping is defending herself.
It was a shame for the woman's life, when she was accused by the person she had trusted. He was accused of killing an innocent man, but he was not the culprit.
Even if he thought of such a vile thing he never did, let alone did it?
However, even though this woman had tried to say that she was innocent, still the husband in front of her did not believe.
No matter how much groan when her husband whipped her, no matter how many tears fell on her cheeks due to the pain that pierced her body, the man would not listen to her.
No matter how many lines of defense were thrown from his paled lips, the man would still not listen to him.
"All the evidence points to you, you think I can trust all that shit? You're really making me sick!"
As if in a vacuum of electricity that is complete, the woman's body vibrates, all the energy in her body seems to disappear.
She saw the cold flat face of her husband, who looked at her hatefully in the blue sky.
His usually cold yet considerate nature, the thin smile that was usually imprinted on his handsome face, had now disappeared.
All that remained was a gaze of hatred so profound.
What exactly is his fault? Though he did not do it at all, and also why would a friend he had long trusted suddenly accuse him like this?
He really did not understand, what exactly was his mistake until he had to accept all this?
"Please confess, Cassandra. So that I may forgive you, "please ask the man.
But the woman remained unmoved, she only let out unbearable tears.
His entire body was covered with incision wounds, his eyes were visibly sunken as tears were unceasingly drained.
His lips pale, indicating that the pain he felt was piercing his soul and body.
His eyes were empty, not knowing what else to do. He has stated many times that he is not the culprit.
He has said many times that he knows nothing.
He had repeatedly begged the man to believe him, but still the lash he always received.
The mistrust he accepted. If it's like that, then what should he do?
Accept all charges and be the scapegoat of a slander? Wasn't that really heinous for his fate which from the beginning had been bad?
It was enough that his childhood was always adorned with cries, without affection, with sadness.
Does fate really hate him?
Is death the best way out of this cruel entanglement of destiny?
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"Are you kidding me?! My sister just passed away and you told me to get married again?!" a man's wrath against his father.
It was truly unexpected that such an unbelievable decision could be the dearest of his father.
Had enough of him objected to the burden on his back, now his father did add another burden?
"Dad's not kidding. After all, the wife you were proud of had killed your own sister, you should have split up, if you could have killed that woman jal*ng," insulted Duke Floniouse to her only child.
"He didn't do it. He knows nothing" defended the man for his wife. "I've done things to get him to confess, and he keeps saying that he didn't. And I believe it, "he did not accept his father's words.
"Cih, whichever sinner confesses," the father sneered. "The point is you should marry Anastasia. It was enough that you humiliated our family that time by arbitrarily marrying that brash woman. For now, you must marry Anastasia."
"I told you I don't want to, Dad." The man emphasized his every walk accompanied by a deadly gaze.
"If you refuse, then I won't hesitate to kill that woman the way she killed your sister."
"You... kidding?!"
"No. If I could, I could kill that woman now. You know that I have eyes on every corner of Erosophire?"
That guy can't say anything. It was as if something new was stuck and suffocating his throat to hold his voice out.
"You understand, don't you?" ask her father with a stare. "Marry Anastasia if you want her to live."
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A woman with a long, wavy brown collar was staring softly at her front.
It hurts when your husband accuses him of not-so-nothing and then shortly after that of marrying another woman.
It hurt so much, the eyes had to witness firsthand the marriage in front of him.
The whole gentle deed of the man was twisted back in his brain without his permission.
His soft sky blue netra when locked with his netra, a sincere thin smile that is only dear to him.
And a large, warm palm that always gently caresses the tip of his head.
The memory is now scattered like a piece of glass that can stab and make people who touch it hurt.
The woman made a decision. She should immediately stay away from her husband.
He has to keep his distance, and he inevitably has to be willing.
Her husband hates her, her husband doesn't believe her.
Her husband no longer loved her like he did.
Let her husband be happy with his little friend who is now his wife.
Let yourself be distant and forgotten.
Let sadness always accompany and pain always coats her poor self.
Let this love continue to grow silently and unrequited.
Until finally, he was completely alone.
He died without anyone caring or loving his poor self.
^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^
^^19 December 2020^^^