The Duke's Substitute Wife
Hating you

Viola did not return the hug. He closed his eyes. Sensing Duke Cristin's trembling chest held back the anger.

"Why did His Highness the Duke come here?" asked Viola to release her embrace.

"Am I wrong to look for you? where have you been? why don't you come home late like this?" cerocos Duke Cristin with a tone of emphasis. It was as if he was reminding Viola's status. That a noble lady should not come out until late at night.

"I just want to spend some time outside. I'm bored at home." Kilah Viola lied. He didn't want Duke Cristin to know the truth.

Ahem

Ahem

Viola and Duke Cristin turned his head, he saw the Marquess next to him. Duke Cristin looked towards Viola, this time he understood. His wife was spending time with someone else. Duke Cristin's chest rippled. A glint of anger started to come out on his face. He pulled Viola's hand towards his carriage, no matter how the rain soaked their bodies.

"Your Majesty." Viola felt the check on his hand hurt a lot. He felt that anger and wanted to explain it.

"Your Majesty everything you see is not true. I just met him." Viola said in a soft tone. He sat face to face with the Duke who was staring at him sharply like a knife.

"Find the inn around here," Duke Cristin said firmly.

Armand who was beside the carriage immediately replied. "Your Majesty." Armand.

Just as Viola was about to let out his voice, Duke Cristin directly cut him off. "We'll talk later." Duke Cristin instantly turned his face away.

Viola held back, later he would say everything. Seeing that anger made him unable to feel the calmness in his heart. Implied feelings of guilt to him. He did not want to make the man in front of him disappointed. Let's just say he's incapable of opposing his heart, but his mind is at odds with another. His mind was not in line with his heart. What if Abella comes back? he did not want to have more heartache.

Arriving at a far away inn. Duke Cristin went down, then helped Viola. While Armand directly takes care of the lodging of the master and also himself.

Viola went into the bathroom first. It only took him a few minutes he had finished and grabbed his bathrobe. Viola momentarily glanced at Duke Cristin who was looking out the window. Her body is soaked. Just yesterday he was sick and now he has to be hit by rainwater.

"Bandy."

Duke Cristin turned his head, his eyes harboring a million disappointments. He rushed to the bathroom, passing Viola without a word. Let's just say Viola is just a statue standing in front of him.

"I was wrong what did I try?" Viola muttered pointing to his face. "She should have said, I don't think there's a mouth." Groused Viola. He stepped his feet towards the closet, picking up a nightgown. At once Duke Cristin's nightgown.

The bathroom door was opened, revealing a man with a stern personality and a field chest. He only used a towel as his junior cover.

"Here," Viola took the nightgown. Duke Cristin did not respond, he chose to take another nightgown located in the closet.

"You why the hell? about that one. I'm just asking for his help." Said Viola who couldn't stand Duke Cristin's attitude.

"Oh, so you know now where your mistake lies. You just want to get out of the house without permission. Where's your courtesy as a noble?" taunting Duke Cristin.

"I don't need that title, I just need a free life without any burden."

"Well, live free. Then I'll show you a free life like your mother." Duke Cristin pushed Viola towards the bed.

"What do you want?" ask Viola. He was unwilling to hand over his body with Duke Cristin's fury tonight. After all, they are only married not because of love.

"You know Vio, I've wanted this for a long time." Duke Cristin gripped Viola tightly with his right hand.

"Don't ! we don't beat each other"

Duke Cristin instantly silenced Viola's mouth with his mouth. Smuggling it, sipping it, **********. Playing in his mouth. It was as if the tongue was wrestling inside his mouth.

Viola remained chortled, he was thrashing with all his might. Wanted to kick Duke Cristin but couldn't. Both of his legs were crushed by Duke Cristin's body.

"Fuck ! off."

In a single pull, the body was clearly displayed in front of Duke Cristin. Duke Cristin smiled disdainfully. The kiss came down on Viola's neck. Keep coming down to his chest. Squeeze both bumps. Fetch that little thing. The warm flow was flowing in his blood. His body seemed claustrophobic at the sight before him.

"This is your punishment," Duke Cristin continued to descend to the bottom. Gave his ownership mark on Viola's chest and descended into his stomach. For a moment he forgot all his promises. In his head now. Just defend Viola, when the hatred was in both eyes. It feels so painful.

Duke Cristin opened his legs wide. While Viola's cry she didn't care about it. The junior went into that narrow hole. Viola groaned in pain under his stomach. He bit his lower lip. In his heart he swore an oath. Hate, he hates the attitude of Duke Cristin.

Duke Cristin continued to stomp his hips, he applied gently and quietly. And now he advanced his junior quickly. Viola did feel warm, he was lulled into Duke Cristin's game, but his mind was resisting violently.

"I hate you," Viola cried.