Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 110: [] Evil for evil

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Noura Jusetta couldn't understand her mistress at all.

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After the crown prince had been nearly assassinated and the Duke of Trovica, with whom they had been allies, had been thrown into the depths of the Rubel Tower, a prison reserved for the most heinous criminals, the Crown Princess Doris should have been the most anxious and distraught person in the palace.

"There seems to be little difference between what your jewelry shop sells and what you offer me."

"Your Highness, what a hurtful thing to say...! You know that I always select the very first and best things for Your Highness."

"How would I know if you're giving it to me or to Blie?"

Noura was silent. Even though she knew full well that Blie would take what she had made and make it fashionable, and that she would not be able to endure unless she made something even brighter and more valuable.

Noura watched as Doris, who had exchanged several letters with the Duke of Castagna after hearing the news of the crown prince, paid even more attention to her appearance than usual, rather than being immersed in sorrow.

To be precise, Doris had always been obsessed with her appearance, but what she meant here was how much she could look like Blie Acacia while adorning herself with things that were more noble and flashy.

Noura repeatedly thought of saying that she should go to see the crown prince several times a day, but stopped herself.

She thought that if she had wanted to, she would have gone to his side long ago.

The reason Doris wanted to go to the crown prince's palace was because of something Irene had said when she had briefly visited to inquire about his health.

"I heard that His Second Highness came to see His Majesty the Emperor to report the missing woman case."

Doris was so agitated at those words.

As soon as Irene left, Doris, who had diligently dressed up, gathered all the maids of the Crown Princess's palace and prepared for her visit.

Noura followed her one step behind, feeling uneasy.

Doris had her hair, which she had recently dyed a deep black, tightly pulled back and was wearing a sparkling ruby rose necklace that exposed her shoulders.

From behind, she looked no different from Blie Acacia.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, her intentions were clear.

That was why Doris, who had been pretending to faint at the news of her husband's death, had put so much effort into getting dressed up.

She had left the palace thinking that the Second Prince, the closest confidant of the crown prince, would surely be by his side.

'What on earth is she thinking?'

Although it was not impossible for a woman to have a lover, wasn't the other party her husband's younger brother? And a half-brother at that.

Why would she want someone who wasn't even in a position to be a casual lover?

Noura's head was about to burst trying to figure out Doris's intentions, but Doris, who had been walking a little ahead, stopped abruptly in front of the bedroom where the crown prince was lying.

"...Your Highness?"

Her back chilled as if she had been caught thinking about something else, but Doris's gaze was not to the side, but straight ahead.

Her two cheeks, which had been filled with vitality, were pale, as if she had encountered a ghost.

"...Adrienne?"

It was a whisper that was clearly audible to Noura who was standing nearby, but would definitely not be heard by the maids following behind.

Adrienne.

Doris's two cheeks trembled as she muttered the name of the deceased grand duchess, and Noura looked straight ahead, following her gaze.

"Countess Acacia."

Blie Acacia recognized them from the door of the bedroom and bowed.

Blie's hair was blond, not black.

'There will be a blonde hair craze in the capital again.'

Noura decided that she would be the first to buy hair dye to change her hair to blonde.

But unlike Noura, who thought lightly of it, Doris couldn't move.

"Your Highness, Countess Acacia has paid her respects."

It was meant as a hint for her to acknowledge her.

Doris, however, looked at Blie with a face so stiff and frozen that she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

For a moment, she looked completely out of her mind, and Noura wondered if she was finally realizing the change in her husband.

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Adrienne, having waited for Doris to react, walked a little further down the hallway and bowed, holding up the hem of her dress.

"Your Highness."

The slow, bowing motion continued, but Doris remained stiff.

Doris only spoke when the attendants behind her began to murmur, unable to bear the unusual atmosphere.

"Blie."

"Yes, Your Highness. Did you come to see His Highness, the Crown Prince?"

"In the time I haven't seen you... your hair..."

Doris, who had just uttered the name 'Blie' as if confirming it, stammered like a child just learning to speak.

"Oh, this."

Adrienne smiled brightly, as if she had torn off a part of her most brilliant childhood. It was a sincere smile, worlds apart from Blie's dull and cheerful smile. But the face of Doris, who was facing her, looked like she had encountered a ghost.

"His Highness the Crown Prince said that blonde hair would suit me."

Doris's gaze followed her flowing blonde hair down to the golden pendant sparkling on Adrienne's chest. One well-groomed eyebrow twitched.

Doris immediately recognized the pendant. It was the one the Crown Prince had never taken off his neck. It was the one that had sparkled on his pale neck when she had personally torn his clothes to shreds on the night he was attacked.

"And that necklace too..."

"Oh."

Adrienne hid the necklace that was hanging out in her bosom and smiled awkwardly. And Doris's eyes fell coldly on that embarrassed face.

"Have I offended you?"

"Ah!"

Doris's face grew more miserable at Adrienne's startled expression.

"It must be a token of affection, isn't it?"

"...Yes, though it's something I can't accept."

"...I see."

"You know, who my object of hatred is."

Is this what the face of a woman who is loved by someone looks like? Though her hatred was directed at the now-fallen Duke, she must have received something from the Second Prince or perhaps someone else had confessed to her.

Noura, who had been thinking about Blie Acacia's new love interest without any doubt, shivered at the cold air that descended even colder.

Naturally, Noura's gaze flowed towards the familiar sound. Doris, who had forced a smile, was scratching at the hangnail on her fingertip with her busy fingertips.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has called for a doctor... Is it alright if I leave now?"

Doris's eyes, which were so red that they seemed about to scream, blinked slowly once. It meant she could go. Adrienne bowed politely with a strange smile and passed her.

"Your Highness?"

"...I must see my husband myself."

Her deep voice held Noura and the maids in place in the middle of the hallway. Crown Princess Doris opened the door herself and entered the Crown Prince Bardenaldo's bedroom alone. Noura felt a strange chill.

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The moment I passed Doris, my face, which had let in the devil to the devil, crumbled completely.

Just like when I faced all the betrayal as Blie, I felt like I was completely alone in the world, and my heart was completely shattered.

Where and how did I go wrong?

Distrust, contempt, hatred for humanity.

Everything I stood on was a lie, no different from an illusion I saw as I wanted to see.

Did my father not love me?

Because of my mother who died giving birth to me, the relationship between father and daughter was never quite close.

My father was strict but never hurt me.

Did I mistakenly think that he loved me, who resembled my mother?

It felt like everything that made up my body had turned into blood and tears.

Like a piece of a ship adrift in the vast ocean, I wandered aimlessly through the darkest corners of the palace, and finally stepped into the 'little forest'.

It was already dark.

In the green space where thorny vines wrapped around the entire tunnel, I found Roardnes standing in the darkest place, rejecting even the white moonlight that occasionally leaked in.

Roardnes immediately noticed my presence, which had stopped abruptly, and turned around.

If there were a mirror, would he look like that?

A man like a precarious castle that had collapsed and been rebuilt, collapsed again, and was forcibly rebuilt again, looked at me darkly.

I thought I was like that too.

And soon.

Without anyone telling us to, we took one step, then another towards each other.

The distance that had been quite far apart was quickly closing, as fast as our footsteps as we got closer to each other.

"Roa..."

I couldn't call his name.

Roardnes, who had trapped me in his own shadow, pulled me by my waist and the back of my head and swallowed my lips.

His rough, hot lips opened my soft lips as soon as they touched, and delved deep into my mouth.

It was passionate enough to make me gasp for breath.

Roardnes's breath, which had pushed deep into my mouth in an instant, mixed haphazardly with my breath and then scattered repeatedly.

"Adrienne..."

A low voice rushed into my mouth through the lips that had momentarily separated.

It was a wet, hot breath.

His tall nose bumped and rubbed against my small nose several times.

It felt like I had completely lost my mouth to him, but only for a moment.

In fact, as soon as our lips touched, I realized that I was the one who had wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him as if I were standing on a cliff.

Ah.

A raw, wounded cry escaped my lips, "Adrienne, Adrienne..." The hot, sticky sensation scorched my mouth.

As our heated bodies met, a shiver ran down my spine.

We explored and clung to each other as if we were the only things left in the world.

No conversation. No obvious questions about what had happened.

We didn't. Moonlight shattered, starlight pierced through the vines. No other sound could be heard around us; only the squishy sound of our damp flesh exploring each other filled my ears.

My breath quickened, and quickened, and quickened again until I was panting and begging in a pleading voice to stop.

Roardnes explored me as if trying to get inside me by any means.

Our pressed-together lower bodies were surprisingly firm and hot every time he pulled me deeper, as if he was going to lift me up.

Bang! A sudden clap of thunder struck the sky, which had been damp throughout, and a heavy rain poured down.

The fierce raindrops fell directly on us, passing through the vines.

Swoosh, swoosh.

I couldn't tell if I was drinking the rain or Roardnes's breath.

When the sound of the rain subsided and the starlight, which was brighter than before the rain, was scattered, when we were finally out of breath and our wet foreheads and noses touched...

Roardnes whispered to me with his eyes pitch black.

"...I want to go inside you so badly, Adrienne."

Every time his lips moved, which were clearly mine, my breath caught.

His voice, which boiled beneath his eyes like a flashing light, was trembling.

"I want to reach you closer, deeper, so badly, I'm going crazy."

His rough plea, which came out as he scratched his thick neck, crept into my ears.

I felt the same way. I wanted to reach closer, deeper. I wanted to hold onto him at this moment when everything I was standing on was crumbling.

"Roa..."

Again, I couldn't finish his name.

Because Roardnes, who was staring at my lips, pressed his lips against mine again.

Unlike the first time, it started softly, but as we headed towards the end, we hugged each other as if we were going to swallow each other whole and kissed.

It was the time of the early morning moon after a fierce early evening downpour.

Without even having time to fear what was crumbling beneath my feet, I clung to Roardnes as if he were the only lifeline sent down from heaven and entangled our hot breaths.

I didn't care what was collapsing beneath my feet with the sound of thunder that had subsided that night.

That night, Crown Prince Bardenaldo ended his short life.

It happened right after Crown Princess Doris had visited him.

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