The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 19 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

Lorenzo Morelli

"I will never feel less nervous about this social gatherings." Fiona said, whispering.

She hates social gathering, engaging with people and I guess that is the reason she doesn't have much friends. In fact, she doesn't have any friends. Who would tell her that people are dying to talk to her as she's cute, smart and gorgeous.

I held her hands, trying to comfort her and she smiled.

I could feel lots of eyes on us, whispers and gossips.

"I saw Her Highness with His Grace just now. Not only that but they are matching too." One particular gossip caught my attention. "They seem to have an interesting conversation."

Matching? Interesting conversation?

Another voice whispered, "Are they having an affair like His majesty and Lady Fiona?"

My blood boiled at the sound of affair. How dare she disrespect the Royale family? I am not having an affair with Fiona. Armana is the one bursting into my life or else I could've marriage Fiona without any problem.

Fiona seems clueless. I guess, she didn't hear anything.

"Charles. . ." I tried to find him but couldn't. Where does this man goes everytime I need him!

"Fiona. Stay here for a bit. I'll be back soon." I smiled and she nodded, smiling.

I went to find a certain pink hair when I noticed it in no time. She was holding a champagne glass, standing like the Royalty she is, and laughed like she never did before. Beside her was. . . Nikolai.

My eyes widened as I saw him wearing my blue suit. He was fucking matching with Armana. Every patterns, every designs matches. I would've matched with her perfectly if I wore it.

Fucking bastard!

I went towards her and stood in front of them.

Armana's face darkened as she looked at me. Why was she mad at me when I should be the one mad at her?!

"Lorenzo!" Nikolai said loudly. "It's been a long." He lied. We just met yesterday.

"Quit it, Nikolai." I said, glaring at him and he stopped.

He didn't stop because he was scared of me. He wasn't. He stopped because he wanted to see what I would do now.

"You. . ." I pointed at Armana who stared at me with her crimson red eyes. The eyes that were telling all the truths but I couldn't understand. "Before having a conversation with some gentleman. . ." I glared at Nikolai, then looked at Armana again, "Think about how people might talk about it. I don't care what you do, but do not bring disrespect to the Royale Family."

Her eyes darkened as she processed my words loud and clearly. She wanted to say something but didn't. She simply nodded, it looked like she wanted to cry or break something into pieces. I failed to understand her once again.

I looked at Nikolai who was looking at Armana's face. His face saddened as he looked into her teary eyes. Tears? She wants to cry just from that? How is she willing to survive with just this much of confidence.

"Come with me." I command.

Armana looked at me like I am some kind of nuisance. She scanned the room and smiled out of nowhere. She then left me and Nikolai alone and went towards Lady Madeline.

"Never expected you to be this rude to your wife." Nikolai said, making my anger worse.

"Why are you wearing my suit?" I asked.

"You didn't wear it so I thought I could use it. Saving time and money?" He shrugged.

"Do not play with me, Nikolai. You don't have any single clue what I can do to you despite being a Duke." I warned him.

He scoffed, "Do you have any single clue what Armana's going to go through after you matched with Fiona?" He practically yelled but slowly. "Right now, you are being selfish."

I looked at me, narrowing my eyes, "So be it then, I am selfish. Do not talk to me like that ever again, Nikolai."

He smirked, "Whatever you want, brother." Then he left.

I fucking hate his guys. He's favoured by all the nobles and meanwhile everyone try to avoid me because I am a. . . Tyrant.

Would mother really want to see me like that? Will she ever forgive me for killing people? She was always against violence. She believed talking and solving thing was the best policy and by talking one can even win a nation.

But father was the complete opposite. He hated the idea of people going against him. Maybe, that is why, he's been ordering me from when I was a child. I sacrificed everything for that low-class jerk, Nikolai because father favoured him more even though, she's a bastard child. Bastard child!

I looked at Armana who was having a lovely conversation with the Baron's daughter. She was smiling. It wasn't fake. The smile, Armana gives me is fake. It is as if. . . She doesn't want to smile but she's forced to. I doubt you smile like that with someone you love.

"Lorenzo?" Fiona's voice brought me back to reality. "Did something happened? You are alone."

"I am not alone." I smiled, gently. The smile you give to your love ones. "I have you as my escort, remember?"

She blushed as she nodded, "But, Lorenzo I think it would be wrong for people's eyes if we stay together instead of you staying with Armana." She said.

"I never cared."

She looked at me but then stayed silent.

I looked at Armana for the last time, same smile, same sparkle in her eyes. Why isn't she doing what the rumours says? I don't understand her. The first moment she is head over heals for me and the second moment, she treats me like I am no one.

Why does it bother me so much?

"Having fun without a wife, I see." I heard my father's voice from the back. I turned back to see his slightly mad face.

"Father." I bowed.

"Where's Armana? As far as I should know, she was suppose to be by your arms and greet the nobles." His hands were behind his back. He was clearly mad.

"Father. . . She. . . Err. . . I lost her." I said.

He scoffed, "Lost her." He mumbled and then left me alone. I spotted Fiona, having a hard time talking with a noble. I quickly went towards her.