The Duke's Substitute Wife
You're my wife

"Honey," Duke Cristin wrapped Viola's face. There was a sense of tightness in his heart, seeing the granules coming out. He wiped away the tears, hugged him, calmed his weeping wife.

"What have you done to my wife?" duke Cristin asked staring intently one by one the people who were there.

"Sorry Your Majesty we didn't mean ... "

"I don't want to know, lest I see my wife crying again. I appreciate you guys, because Duchess Eliana is my mother's friend and you are Viola's family. However, seeing my wife cry I won't be silent." Duke Cristin. He strongly does not accept the wife he loves at the nuisance of others, more his own family.

"As for you, whether you accept it or not, but she's my wife."

Abella's blood is overflowing, she hates and hates the woman who pretends to cry. Whereas earlier, the woman in front of him had shown her fangs.

"He was just pretending His Majesty. Obviously, he didn't pay respect to Mom and Dad. I just ..."

"What am I doing? they just hugged me. I've already rejected it and miss blames me for Viola's death. Even Miss also accused me of using magic. " Viola eased his face, "I never did, nor do I want to be in this body. I want to go home to my place, too." Viola increasingly hugged Duke Cristin tightly.

"Miss Abella I warned you, but it seems like my words are only considered wind and then by you. You push him, I can still be quiet. I wish you'd changed. But it looks like you won't change, if I don't punish you."

"Duke, let me punish him. And I promise you." Typal Duke Arland felt bad. If until Duke Cristin declares war on him, it is ruined already his hope with Viola.

"Ferland, bring your sister home. We have to discipline him again." Baroness Eliana.

Ferland took Abella's hand. "Come,"

"I don't want to, brother, be aware. She's not a good woman, I can't accept my sister dying because of her."

Viola's ears heated up, how could the girl who had died because of him now be revealed as if she was the cause of his death.

Viola let go of his embrace, he stared at the woman who was struggling to let go. "Who went on whose wedding day? what made her suffer from the beginning was you Abella. Had you not left, Viola would have been with the Marquess. You may also have married His Majesty. And now you blame me. What should be blamed is you." Shouted Viola directly running away leaving them.

"Darling, don't run." Shouted Duke Cristin. And sure enough, Viola stumbled until he fell to the ground.

"Viola." cried Duke Arland and Duchess Eliana.

"Astagah !" Duke Cristin grabbed Viola's body, he carried his body towards the residence. "You should go home and never come again. The Duke's door is closed to you." Duke Cristin said without looking at the four people.

"No Duke, I deserve to meet him. I'm his father." The Duke of Arland.

"And I am his mother."

"I'm his sister. A family no one can forbid if it wants to meet its family." Timpal Ferland squeezes Abella's hand. Neither will his heart accept the words of Duke Cristin.

"If you are his family, then punish him. If you can't, Duke Cristin's residence will give you that punishment."

Duke Cristin rushed to the top floor, laying Viola's body on his soft bed. "Not crying." Duke Cristin said gently, he held his forehead together until their breaths met each other and their noses stuck together.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Your Majesty."

"You're my wife, I'll stand up for you." Viola smiled, he grabbed Duke Cristin by the neck and kissed her lips at a glance. "Thank you for not throwing me away."

"Then I want to ask for my gift." Duke Cristin kisses Viola's lips, every inch of his lips, he sucks gently.********** gently. His blood heated up, his sword stiffened. He stopped the kiss with a heavy breath.

"Rest." Duke Cristin. He did not want to force Viola to give it to him or do it forcibly.

Viola smiled, he pulled Duke Cristin's neck tightly around him until his body was under Duke Cristin's body.