The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 13 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

Lorenzo Morelli

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I grabbed her cheeks with my palm and faced her towards me. Tears got stuck on her eyes, as she struggled to move.

"Why did you not inform me about the arrival of the Duke?" I asked.

She struggled to speak but that didn't stop me from tightening the grip. Her cheeks got red from the tightness and her lips pouted, revealing the glossy lips she had.

She tried to speak but couldn't because of how strong my grip on her cheeks were. I loosened the grip and she breathed heavily. Loudly. Annoying me. She coughed for a few seconds before speaking.

"He arrived then left after few moments. It wasn't anything s-serious." She coughed again. Her cheeks got swollen and I could see my finger prints of her cheeks.

"Listen. . ." I said loudly, for her to hear because apparently she doesn't give a fuck about what I do. "No matter who comes in, comes out, you have to inform me."

"Don't you have people to inform you?" She shot back. "Besides, you do not even look at me. Then why do you want me to tell you everything about the Palace?"

She really does have some guts to speak to me like that. My eyes darkened as I raised my brow towards her, "You see. . ." I stepped on her shoes, she groaned. "Even if you are a Princess, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you don't change this attitude of yours. You are not the Princess from South anymore, you are a fucking replacement." I pointed my finger towards her. "Do not get on my nerves."

She flinched as I finished and stayed silent. I was on my way to leave when I spotted few letters on the table. She followed my gaze and her eyes widened. She quickly rushed towards the table to hide a letter behind.

I looked at her panic but calm face but she still managed to smile, still hiding the letter behind her hands.

"Hand it to me." I command.

"I-It's nothing, really. Just a letter from my brother." She tried to explain but stuttered.

"Then show it to me." I gestured my hands towards her for her to hand the letter to me.

She hesitated for few moments but I didn't move my hands. I am going to take the letter. She must be planning something with her brother. They both are cunning people. I cannot underestimate them.

"Hand. It. Over!" I yelled and she flinched, handed me the letter and looked away, afraid to match my gaze.

I opened the letter and my eyes roamed through the letter just to find my name as "BASTARD". I think the whole letter was covered with this only one word.

I looked at Armana who gulped but still did not make eye contact with me.

"What's the reply?" I asked, making her look at me in confusion. "The reply to this letter. Give me." I command.

"N-No, it is personal. . ." She stammered.

I did not say anything just gestured my hand towards her. She sighed and handed the letter.

I opened the wax seal and my eyes softened. So her family does not know how's she being treated. Well, this girl at least have a brain.

"Seemed like your brother did not like the gift I got you." I said, without looking at her, folding the letter and putting it back to the envelope.

"T-That's not it. It's just that he is not satisfied." She laughed awkwardly. "Too demanding." She smiled awkwardly.

"I did not choose the gift." I confessed.

"Hmm?" She hummed as she finally looked at me.

"The gift was chosen by Fiona." I said as I looked at her to see her reaction.

She smiled softly, "Then I must wear it when it arrives."

My eyes widened at her sudden kindness. Who was she? What happened to the rumoured Armana Frauleins?

I left without telling her anything. She's not normal. What is wrong with her?

"Lorenzo?" I heard Fiona's soft voice behind me.

I looked up to see the most lovely face. That's right, this is the face I long for. The face I love.

"Fiona." I smiled at her.

"You look troubled." She said, in a concerned tone. Oh, love, can I not be troubled when the person I married isn't you?

"No, I am alright." I lied as I continued to smile at her. "Did you prepare a dress for you to wear at the banquet?" I asked. "If not, call the designer and have her choose one for you."

"N-No." she stuttered. "I cannot do that. I will wear something old." She smiled.

"That won't be necessary. You are now a family member of the Morelli, you should wear luxury things." I said.

"No, Lorenzo. Only, Armana gets to wear it." She made a upset face. "I am just an outsider who decided to stay here."

Fuck. If only I could tell her, how much I love her and wants to make her my Queen.

"If that's what you are concerned about, then, Armana will not wear anything new on the banquet." I informed.

"B-But, she's the crown princess. . ." Fiona said.

"If you cannot wear anything new, she can't too. I prioritise you the most." I said, giving her a soft smile.

She blushed, "Then. . . I will call the designer since I don't want Armana to get introduced with old dress." She smiled. She is really kind.

I nodded. "I will let Astraa know."

She smiled and then we both bid farewell and left for our own work. When will the day come when I get to leave all the burden and marry Fiona?

At first, I was really pissed when I heard Duke Nicolai came to the Palace while I wasn't here. I was afraid he will see Fiona and start to flirt with her because that's the kind of person he is.

I was more pissed when I heard Armana met him and talked to him and did not even let me know. She also behaved rudely with Astraa as she complained. Astraa is someone who saw me grow up and how dare that low class woman.