The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
{Season 2} Kiss wrapped Cry

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"So you've always wanted to be a single countess?"

"That's not what I mean, you idiot. I just didn't find a suitable man."

Frost was silent for a moment while looking at Cassandra. Shortly after that he said. "Then, what if I'm your lover?"

...~ The Atrocious Duke's Wife...

...Chapters...

...(31)...

The two of them were silent as silence suddenly slapped. The atmosphere was bustling, instantly quiet for the two of them.

"God! Stop making that expression! Acting doesn't suit you!" cassandra chuckled and then hit her best friend's arm again.

"Haha! You're right too!" frost Swish. Destroyed already the look of the previously cold face and looked at it.

Friends when they were little then laughed freely no matter around them. Shortly after, the atmosphere suddenly became noisy.

Then the two humans who initially chuckled were now long silent when they found the star of this party.

The reserves of the two of them were fixed on a girl with a golden striped dress wrapped in green leaves that combined.

"Anastasia was, truly the mere princess of the Count and Countess Emerald. They spoil him too much."

Cassandra agrees to Frost. Anastasia is a spoiled type of girl, although the girl still has her own good qualities.

"So, do you already have a woman who interests you?" cassandra looked towards Frost.

The man looked thoughtful, then smiled faintly. "Yes.there," he murmured in a whisper.

Cassandra was enthusiastic. Even though his best friend spoke very slowly, he could still hear him. "really? How's people? Is he good? Is she pretty?" betubi-tubi.

"You're so noisy. It was ra, ha, si, a," Frost replied acting mysteriously making the girl beside him sneer.

"Cih, not very exciting. Though I was your best friend," as Cassandra scissored.

Frost just chuckled a little at the behavior of his best friend. Shortly after, someone approached them both.

"Cassandra!" the girl who approached the two of them.

Then, Cassandra turned to the voice that called her name. Instantly, a puppet-faced girl had been right before him.

Anastasia also realized that her best friend who wore a dark blue dress was not alone, therefore she immediately lowered her head in respect for a moment as a sign of respect.

"Greetings, Countess la Devoline," she said to Cassandra. Then the golden girl's gaze was fixed on the man next to her best friend. "Then you...."

"Frostend Beronald, My Lady. Son of Count Beronald. It was an honor to meet the Lady. Then, happy birthday to you, Lady Emerald," said Frost bowing his head.

"Yes, thank you. It is also an honor for me to meet you" Anastasia replied.

"Well, I don't want to interrupt. Enjoy the time you two, I'm stepping down, My Lady."

Shortly after saying that, Frost turned around and passed. Anastasia furrowed her brows, she felt familiar with the man. Moreover, his voice, was as if he had heard it often.

"Who is he, Cassandra?" ask Anastasia.

Cassandra, who had drowned in her daydreams of other things, immediately realized when Anastasia asked her.

"Oh, he's Frost. He was my childhood friend. Didn't I introduce you to her?" The brown girl asked back.

Anastasia thought for a long time. Shortly after, the memory of when Cassandra introduced her to Frost three years ago floated in her mind.

"Ah yes! I remember! I feel so familiar!" the girl laughed when she realized everything.

Then, they also returned to talk while enjoying this pretty luxurious party. Until immediately, everyone's attention was stolen from an object that suddenly came and appeared.

A look of disbelief and surprise accompanied the person who was stepping into the party.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be taken away by the man who was walking towards someone who was the destination.

The brown barley girl who was still busy chatting while chuckling with her best friend was not aware of the presence of the man. No exception his best friend who has a golden mane that is laughing.

Instantly, there appeared a man wearing royal neat clothes with many beautiful gold patterns and carvings.

At that moment, they finally realized the presence of the man who had snatched away all the attention of all those people.

Charisma charming who always faithfully stick to him at all times, then make a pair of friends realize his presence.

Of course, they instantly widened their eyelids as big as possible with a fading and fading laughter.

Then, the figure smiled and greeted one of the girls who was staring at him.

"Greetings, Lady Countess la Devoline. Greetings, Lady... Emerald," he said respectfully.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Prince. It's an honor for me to say hello to Your Majesty" Cassandra replied smoothly and politely by bowing her body.

Unlike Anastasia, the girl still fell into the pond.

Cassandra also glanced at her friend next to her, then meyentil Anastasia's arm with her elbow.

Suddenly, the golden-haired girl regained her senses and immediately fluttered and bowed very low in nervousness.

"S-greetings...! Your Majesty, it is an honor for me to have your presence at this party" Anastasia said with a strange beating in her.

Not knowing because of what or how, the girl's heart always pounded when it found the presence of the black-haired prince near her.

"Happy birthday, Lady Emerald. May the blessing of the Goddess always accompany your every step" said Prince Darren.

Anastasia was still down, she was busy playing her beautiful fingernails because she was confused about what to say.

Without the girl realizing, the man before her with her best friend exchanged glances.

Cassandra looked at Prince Darren who saw her with a strange movement of the man's black bead.

Before long, the brown barley girl bowed back. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you, but I have a sudden thing to do. I say retreat, may you both have fun," he explained then walked away from the two humans.

The figure of the long garnet barley girl disappeared for a long time, swallowed by the mourning crowd.

Prince Darren who still never got a reply from the girl in front of him then stretched out his hand.

"If Lady pleases, can I take this honor by dancing with Lady?" the door is with the left hand behind the waist while slightly bent.

Anastasia folded her lips, but she slowly began to put her hands on Prince Darren's palms.

The man in black pulled Anastasia's hand and followed her to the dance floor. Prince Darren cupped his left hand against the slender waist of the girl before him and pulled her closer to his body.

The golden-haired girl held her breath as she grew closer to the man right in front of her.

Her heart rhythm seemed to make a note of its own for her, Anastasia could only hope that Prince Darren would not hear her heart singing.

Soft music accompanies each step of those who are circling and exploring the entire slippery dance floor.

The other nobles who were in the room then moved away slowly while being flabbergasted and amazed by the movement of the couple who were controlling the dance floor.

The flickering and charming movements of a golden barley girl and a green dress that is in harmony with her beautiful bead, combined with the graceful yet dashing movements of a black barbed man clad in black clothes patterned in gold.

The long skirt of the dress expanded, forming a fan that produced a cool breeze that blew and touched the hearts of the people with embodied elegance.

Until finally the music was too late, stopping the two human figures. Prince Darren took off his hand and moved away from Anastasia.

The man grabbed the girl's hand again and kissed her back slowly while closing her eyelids.

Anastasia could only hold back from losing her balance when the soft and warm object swept over the back of her hand.

"Thank you for this fun dance. Hopefully, I can get a chance like this next time," Prince Darren said then let go of the girl's hand before him.

The man then walked with all his admiration and disdain to him, until he finally disappeared from view.

Before long, the green-sweetened girl moved away from the crowd. He stared and touched the back of his hand which had the former lips of a prince.

Not to forget the red hue that never goes away accompanies both cheeks.

...~•~...

One night in a spacious and empty room, there was a man lying on the surface of his soft mattress.

He hadn't been in that room in a long time, and everything hadn't changed at all. Decorations, which are mostly red, became the characteristic of the man.

Then, he looked at the ceiling while flying into a daydream that he had always thought of.

Shortly after, the man rose to a large closet containing his clothes.

He took a pair of long sleeved shirts in white bone, then took black trousers followed by a dark red vest and a coat that was in rhythm.

It didn't take long for him to get ready. After that, he went to a place with a horse-drawn carriage that brought his presence.

Because he still has a task to fulfill.

And this was the beginning of all the plans they had put together.

...~•~...

Anastasia is currently going around looking for her best friend. The girl even flips to the toilet hoping that there is the presence of her best friend there.

He had also explored balconies and other quiet places, but he never caught the figure of Cassandra.

Then, Anastasia held her head because she was tired and confused. Where else would he look for Cassandra's whereabouts?

Just as he was returning to create a trail throughout the room, suddenly the golden-haired girl heard a commotion from the west corner of the party hall.

His curious soul was pinched, so he stepped up and tried to see what was happening.

Many nobles were huddled and whispered, making Anastasia a bit of trouble to see the events of the commotion that took place.

At that time, he caught the figure of Cassandra whose wrist was being blocked by a foreign man.

His best friend continued to rebel and speak loudly. "Take me off, sir! I told you I didn't want to do it!" cassandra Shouts.

"Aren't you the first one to approach me?! And now you throw me out?! You shameless woman!" the man was angry and wanted to hit Cassandra.

Anastasia immediately infiltrated the crowd and was about to stop the foreign man who wanted to hit his best friend.

But, he had not had time to arrive, suddenly the presence of a tall man came and stopped the kite blow that the jerk man was about to drop on his best friend.

The man has shiny, straight blonde strands, with clear, sky blue irises.

Anastasia glared at him, she froze and was speechless. A word could not come out of his mouth because of his choked throat.

The man then pulled Cassandra closer to him and pushed hard at the man who was about to hit the girl earlier.

The man fell down so hard, that some who saw him grimaced. It was certain that the power used to push the man was not small.

The bright blonde man approached the man, then pulled his collar and punched his smooth cheek.

The dearest groan of pain from the lips of the man who got a bruise on his cheek. Before long, the blue-sliced man stood up as he said.

"You'll get even worse if you touch her just a little bit" said Arlen, then grabbing the wrist of the brown barley girl behind him.

Cassandra seemed speechless, as did Anastasia who was still watching the scene from a distance.

"Come on," the blond gibberish then pulled Cassandra out of the room with no regard for her surroundings.

Again, Cassandra was simply speechless and could only follow where the man had taken her away.

The other nobles whispered again, but not with Anastasia. The green-toothed girl without warning immediately followed her best friend and the man in the dark red coat.

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Anastasia was still following in the footsteps of the two humans who took her to her backyard away from the presence of many people.

He was hiding, trying not to get caught. Eventually, his two best friends stopped.

The two of them were silent for a moment, letting the night wind blow their strands flying through the air.

"What are you doing? Suddenly it appears and makes a scene" said Cassandra with a bowed face.

Can Anastasia see that her best friend looks very depressed. Even she could see, Cassandra seemed to be holding back her cries.

Then the golden girl was confused about everything.

"Why don't you fight back? You're gonna let that guy hurt you?" ask Arlen.

"What does this have to do with you? You're a nobody, don't interfere in my business" Cassandra replied cynically.

"Of course it had something to do with me when you were the one who had a place in my heart!" the man's sergeant made the brown barley girl in front of him flinch.

Anastasia was shocked, very surprised. So all this time... Cassandra has a place in the heart of her future fiance?

Unknowingly, Anastasia clenched her hand tightly.

"Then why?! Aren't you Anastasia's fiancee?! Why do you still like me?!" Cassandra shouted, the girl's cries had been broken into pieces dropping tear circles.

"Then I'll cancel it. I just love you anyway." Arlen answered quickly, making Cassandra round her eyes.

"You're crazy...?! If in that way, of course Anastasia would hate me! He would definitely think that I was a bad friend for having snatched his potential fiancee! I... don't want that..," said the brown girl fell to the ground.

Her crying became more and more, making Anastasia's heart slit. Is this all his fault?

Arlen furrowed both eyebrows, the man looked worried, annoyed, angry, and sad. Everything was mixed and represented with the twitching created on his forehead.

"Hey.please stop. I'm tired of secretly having a relationship with you all this time.... I... don't want to hurt Anastasia more than this, please...."

Cassandra again raved with her hands that covered her pitiful face.

Anastasia clutched her tight chest, as if she could not breathe. His throat was choked, with pain that began to spread freely throughout his nerves.

Arlen squatted in front of Cassandra, then she draped her arms around Cassandra's body smaller than her.

He rested the girl's head on her shoulders, and the man began to shed his tears and held Cassandra tightly.

Again, Anastasia was unceasingly shocked. Arlen crying. The man shed his tears, for Cassandra's sake.

In his entire life, he never saw the man shed his tears. What...that man loves Cassandra very much...?

"All right, let's just end this, if that's what you want" said the man, stroking the girl's head.

Anastasia lost her balance, her chest tightened, her heart as if it was sliced by a sharp kunai.

No. He did not feel betrayal. However, he felt a sense of guilt at this moment.

He felt so guilty, he didn't know why it happened. However, he was completely destroyed at this moment.

Cassandra looked up at the man in front of her and looked at each other with tears flowing.

A deep look, as if hypnotizing them. At last, their lips meet each other.

A kiss wrapped in crying becomes the end.

Feeling unable to anymore, Anastasia immediately ran from there. The girl couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't help it alone.

Only one person was on his mind at the moment. He wants to share all his feelings with that person.

A man with a black mane of the night.

...27.02.2021...