The Duke's Substitute Wife
I am just a substitute

Viola rolled his eyes, his mind constantly wandering. Twisting her brain, Viola rounded. She pulled out her dress, then ran after the man. If he doesn't recognize his face, he's Marquees Ramon.

Viola continued to run, chasing after that increasingly fast step. When I get on the train. Viola shouted at him. "Marquess."

The sturdy body fell silent, his chest racing very fast. He wanted to escape, but he could not go further.

"Marquess."

The man turned his back, looking into the beautiful eyes that once shook his heart. Viola further stepped forward, he stared at that stern, sharp-edged face. The fine feather grew on his jaw. Those blue eyeballs, the one who once hugged him to calm him down in the moment he slumped.

"Marquess,"

Viola smiled, I don't know what strange vibe in his heart it was. Without feeling the tears were spilled without his permission. He looked at the chest, where he leaned and cried.

"Can we talk." Viola lowered his head, then twisted his body. For a moment he stopped, looking back. I hope Marquess Ramon follows.

They arrived at the Viola Restaurant upstairs. Mira serves a tea. There has been no talk from them since.

"Marquess."

"Duchess."

The awkwardness began to feel, "You first." Again they said in unison, making the two chuckle.

"You go first," Viola said with a clumsy smile. He scratched his non-itchy nape.

"You go first," the Marquess squeezed her black pants under that table. A cold sweat started coming out from his white palm.

"That,"

Both mouths are incapable of being conditioned. Both say the word in unison.

The Marquess lowered her head, she strengthened her heart and neutralized that gurgle of her chest.

"How are you?" marquess Ramon asked with a trembling tone. He wanted to hug the body of the woman in front of him.

He's so handsome, I just realized Alana's inner self.

"I'm good, how's your marriage?" asked the Marquess felt a huge blow to her heart.

"Nothing special." Viola exhaled, "Everything is not what people dream of. You know, I'm just a surrogate."

"You must be happy," Marquess Ramon still recalled her last meeting saying firmly, if the woman in front of him is very happy.

"Are you lying?" marquess Ramon asked as there was no answer from Viola still with a look of disbelief.

Viola, meanwhile, condemned the stupidity of the original body owner who chose to stay away just for the sake of this crazy marriage. "I don't want to talk about it." Viola said with his head down.

"Viola." Speak softly. Viola loosened his face. That name, he listened to very often. A very gentle tone, calmed his heart.

"Marquess knows what my life is like. In the golden cage, not necessarily the person who occupies it happy. I am only a substitute for His Highness the Duke. Later if my brother comes back. Then I should be ready to leave that house."

The Marquess' hand clenched, until her nails stuck into her skin, spitting out fresh blood. From the beginning he wished Viola happiness. Because she knows, Viola loves Duke Cristin. He turned his heart into someone else's. He hoped that Duke Cristin would take good care of Viola, even if his heart did not belong to Viola. But at least, Viola is Abella's sister. The sister who was so dear to Abella.

"Do you want to get out of that house?" the Marquess asked, her heart hoping that Viola would leave the house.

"Yes, I want to go. But baby, I can't leave unless my brother comes back. That's my deal."

"I want to take my brother home." With a sad face.

"I'll look for him,"

"really?" asked Viola with sparkling eyes. One light had been on his side. With so many people looking for Abella must be quickly found.

"If you're not in the Capital, maybe you're hiding in the woods or you can, you change your name." Viola said.

The Marquess confirmed the word Viola. During this time Duke Cristin and Duke Arland searched for Abella's whereabouts, but still did not come to fruition.