The Duke's Substitute Wife
Miss Abella

The door opened wide with a woman looking down, then she looked up. There, not far from his eyes. He looked at the three men and one woman who were straight at him. Each of their faces held a worry.

"Viola." Duchess Eliana walked up to him, hugging him tightly. "Where have you been, baby" he looked at Baroness Lilliana behind him. "What are you here for? don't expect me to just give up Viola." Sharp word.

Baroness Eliana did not respond. He's marginalizing his body. Showing someone behind it. Duchess Eliana could not deny the pleasure she felt now. Viola and Baroness Lilliana entered. He paid no attention to the two people hugging in the doorway. Instead they would watch their cries and then see the expressions of the three men in front of him. Only one person was looking, I don't know what he was thinking. Perhaps because of the longing that had rusted in his heart.

After hugging her parents and Ferland. Abella stepped towards Duke Cristin. She lowered her head by pulling her dress slightly towards the right. His right foot took a step back and bowed respectfully. Still quiet, Duke Cristin's mouth as if in sewing.

Duke Cristin glanced towards Viola with his casual face. He stared hard at her. It turns out that Viola already knew Abella's whereabouts, but her wish wasn't to bring Abella into her home.

"Miss Abella."

Something was hurting inside his body. Abella felt the voice tremble with sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Abella squeezed his chest. He was wrong, telling his heart if Duke Cristin still loved him.

"How are you?" ask Duke Cristin.

Abella smiled, in her eyes the water would spill at any time. "I'm good Your Highness, how's Your Highness the Duke doing?"

"I'm good, very good." Answer lowered.

"Madam" Mira and Flora are seen carrying a box containing all of Viola's dresses. Just a dress, the two maids did not carry any Viola jewelry at all at the behest of the master. Viola did not want to bring the jewelry that Duke Cristin had bought. She was not a poor woman who had to carry that meaningless jewelry.

"What does that mean?" ask Duke Cristin. He walked over to the relaxed woman.

"I want to go home to my mother." Viola.

"My business here is done." Viola got up from his comfortable seat. "My business here is done. Right, I brought big brother here just wanted to escape from this marriage. And rather unite yourself, Your Highness Duke."

"Did I ever let you get out of here?" shouted Duke Cristin.

Duchess Eliana and Duke Arland don't know what to say. Their hearts are confused too. Abella returns and Viola leaves. Both the decision and her two daughters frustrated her.

"Sorry, it seems like His Highness the Duke and you Viola, should think carefully." Tympano Ferland. These few days he realized, Viola as his sister with a curdling blood relationship. He admitted, his heart now loves Viola.

Duke Cristin rubbed his face. "Viola, you are the Duchess of this house and forever will be."

Abella closed her eyes, thousands of arrows pierced her heart.

"Actually, I." Duke Cristin strengthened his heart to reveal a truth that he had been quieting all along. "I intend to marry Miss Abella not from the heart but because of the agreement with my late mother only to return the favor. And for Viola, it's true that I've harbored that love since I was a kid." The Duke Cristin.

Abella sat on the floor. The bitter truth was like a hard slap to him. A strong determination, in fact his heart still hurts to listen to the words of Duke Cristin.

Viola laughed, "Then you've been pretending to hate me. Treating me unfairly. What do you consider my heart, Your Majesty Duke."

"Vio," Duke Cristin loosened his face he held Viola's hand. Viola roughly brushed his hand away.

#From the many comments, you agree Viola got another man. True, but from the beginning the author Viola plan to stay with Duke. Why do authors choose that? because from the beginning a misunderstanding and deceive yourself just for the sake of a promise.

If it is not suitable sorry thousands of sorry, the author is not likely to veer his groove from the beginning.