The Villain Is Obsessed With His Fake Wife

The masquerade in the imperial palace was very splendid as it was held at night. At the center of the masquerade was the crown prince. Numerous people wearing masks flocked to make friends with the prince.

“Majesty. How are you tonight?”

“I’ve been waiting for the night with Her Highness since long ago.”

Women dressed in fancy masks flirted. However, the more he saw such women, the more the prince became annoyed.

‘Why can’t I keep thinking of her?’

Crown Prince Carlos drank wine while ignoring the crowds around him. It was a drink he liked to drink, but strangely it did not suit his taste.

‘She is that woman…’

A nearby noble stopped him.

“Majesty. You seem to be drinking more than usual. Now slowly… no.”

When Carlos’s impression became harsh, people around him did not stop him. His drunkenness made his head dizzy. Estelle Libertan. The first time he saw the lowly woman was at his birthday banquet. At that time, she was a lowly commoner who was replacing a noble princess from the Duke of Libertan, so she only had a slight interest in her.

‘Hello, His Highness the Crown Prince. My name is Estelle Libertan.’

Her pale pink blonde hair was as bright as the light of an angel. The dense and cute features gave off a lovely feeling like a doll. Crown Prince Carlos surely thought that even if the woman was to correct her lowly status, she would run at him. All the women he had ever seen were like that. However, the calm blue eyes did not look at him again after the greeting. It annoyed him to think that such a lowly woman dared to look down on him as the crown prince.

‘Was this imperial banquet a place where even lowly blood could interfere?’

That’s why he made sarcastic remarks about her status.

‘The Duke of Libertan is also very amazing. Proud to bring something like that.’

As the blue eyes filled with shock and fear contained only him, the prince felt a bit thrilled. The blue-eyed woman bowed her head and apologized to him, the crown prince. The same was true of the Duke and Duchess of Libertan.

‘Now, somehow, she’ll come back to apologize for today’s rudeness.’

Originally, women were afraid of him, but they were impatient to make contact with him. But after that, Estelle Libertan never showed up in front of him. He was going to be gracious if she came to apologize for her rudeness.

‘How dare you ignore me?’

With a snort, the prince spent the night with other women as usual and held numerous banquets. The problem was that he felt sorry for Estelle, who was not in his hands. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, trembling in shock.

‘Then it’s enough to do whatever I want.’

So, the prince specifically contacted the Duke of Libertan and forcibly summoned Estelle. And he succeeded in humiliating Estelle by pretending to be engaged.

“I didn’t miss her that much.”

Carlos drank the strong drink to soothe his bitter stomach. The more he got drunk, the more he remembered the time he had forced her out.

“Damn it.”

The face that showed off her youthful nature would have become a full-fledged woman.

‘The woman has already been sold to the Blanchett family.’

Carlos had no interest in obsessing over other men’s women. Even he had no interest in looking back at the woman he had once abandoned.

“I should have taken her out.”

However, thinking of Estelle, who would have died after entering the Blanchett family, made him feel sick.

‘Although nominally they are keeping her alive.’

There was no way that Duke Blanchett, who even imprisoned the Duke and Duchess of Libertan for treason, would have saved Estelle. Marriage was an excuse, he could have played with her or already killed her. After all, no one would care whether the adopted daughter of a rebellious family was killed or not. Carlos clenched his fists. It’s nonsense.

‘I can feel her vacancy.’

Carlos overturned the table in a fit of annoyance. He heard the screams of his entourage. Carlos ignored it and walked to the back of the masquerade. Through the cool breeze, he saw the face he had been waiting for.

‘Is it an illusion?’

He was wearing his mask, his pinkish-white blond hair covered with a wig. However, only the blue eyes resembling the deep sea that had been taken away from him were still the same. No matter how hungry of a woman he was, to suffer from fantasies…

“You…”

But Carlos couldn’t ignore the fantasy. Thinking that the woman would disappear like a mirage at any moment, she approached quickly.

“The low blood of the Duke of Libertan?”

Estelle was more grown than in his last memory. The face covered by the rabbit mask was hard to see, but the bud-like loveliness he felt at that time was still the same.

“Is it after you become an adult now?”

Each time Carlos approached, Estelle stepped back a little.

“You already know who I am, don’t you? Why don’t you answer me?”

“Majesty. You seem to be looking at the wrong person.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

Judging from the lively answers, it seemed to be an illusion. Carlos didn’t care if this was another woman.

“It doesn’t matter either way.”

It was enough just to feel Estelle.

‘Since the real Estelle belonged to another man…’

Duke Blanchett couldn’t have let her attend a masquerade like this. However, it was the duty to imagine as one pleases, to imagine in a better way.

‘If she could still be mine…’

A tingle of pleasure pierced his head. Carlos threw off the cumbersome mask and squeezed the woman’s chin to check closely the indigo blue eyes. She was just like that woman.

“I’ll make it special for you to be with me tonight.”

It was fun to see himself in the eyes that shimmered like ripples.

“If you like it, I will make you my concubine.”

Estelle was frightened by his words and stiffened. She exuded a fresh freshness different from the familiar women.

“Even if you don’t become a concubine, you’ll be satisfied. I promise.”

But the woman hit him by the hand and shook him off. Estelle, who had moved away, muttered one name as she held her bracelet in her trembling hands.

“…John.”

And that murmur was heard exactly in Carlos’ ears. You dare say another man’s name? Even with the crown prince himself in front of her? The prince, who was on fire inside, sneered at Estelle.

“You don’t dare to reject me as the crown prince, right?”

Carlos, who reached out to her again and grabbed Estelle’s arm, tried to drag her away this time.

“Whoever you are, even a one-night stand for the crown prince is undeserved—”

He wanted to take her to a place where no one would disturb them.

“Take those dirty hands away.”

Suddenly, a black-haired man appeared behind the woman and bounced off Carlos’ hand. John Blanchett.

“Madam, are you okay?”

He checked to see if his wife was okay and then frowned at the prince.

“Why do weird things get twisted around?”

Duke Blanchett glared at Carlos, embracing Estelle as if she were his woman, of course.

“To my wife too.”

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The sudden appearance of the prince did not seem like he would listen to her. She couldn’t help but call John’s name.

“…John.”

Because John said that the magic on her bracelet would be activated only when she called his name. She spoke carefully so as not to provoke the prince, but inside he cried his name endlessly.

‘John! John! You said you’ll come if it’s dangerous!’

At that moment, someone hugged her from behind.

“Take those dirty hands away.”

The thick scent of musk wood, the strong arms wrapped around me, and a gesture that didn’t hurt even though it felt somewhat rough. It’s John. There was a terrifyingly vivid madness in his hand that held her body. Perhaps because of the opponent in front of him, he sank even darker, and the skin he touched trembled.

“Estelle, are you okay?”

She nodded with teary eyes and glared at the prince. Johann’s eyes full of enemies also naturally turned toward the crown prince.

“Why do weird things get twisted around?”

A low bass sound resounded ominously.

“To my wife too.”

The opponent was the crown prince. No matter how infamous the imperial family was, it was never an easy opponent to meet.

‘But it’s strange.’

From the moment John hugged her, all her anxiety went away and she felt relieved. For some reason, it seemed that John would take care of everything. John’s gaze turned to her wrist. She was the one who knocked out the prince, but only her hand was slightly swollen. When John saw the wrist, life filled his eyes.

“Did he do anything to you?”

The cold voice was not loud, but rather pierced my ears more clearly.

“Tell me, madam.”

It was threatening as if the prince or whatever would disintegrate his limbs at any moment.

“I’ll take revenge on you whatever you want.”

The corners of his mouth rose slightly with the sound of grinding his teeth. That word struck me as very odd. So, he shook his head.

“Nothing happened. But now I want to go home.”

“Okay. Let’s go back.”

John concealed the spirit of his execution and soothed her.

“You don’t have to worry about things that suddenly twist.”

“Why do you reject me?”

The prince staggered as if he had just woken up from alcohol, then gritted his teeth and asked.

“Do you know who did that to your family? If you knew the truth, you would be able to figure out who the real person you should cling to is.”

“Let’s go, Duke.”

She yanked John’s hand before it got any more complicated.

“Anyway, the author isn’t even the real couple you married-“

“Did you feel regret after throwing it away on your own?”

John’s gaze turned to the prince.

“Sorry, but this woman is mine.”

John ran a gentle hand through her hair. And he kissed it slowly over the straightened forehead. thickly.

“No matter how much you regret it, it won’t change.”

Perhaps it was an ostentatious act in order not to be deprived of her by the crown prince. Rather than being offended by such an action, she sensed John’s strong jealousy, and she was strangely excited. When her cheeks turned red, John smiled in satisfaction.

“My girl is pretty.”

The moment the prince’s voice was about to start.

“The lady doesn’t have to deal with that anymore.”

After those words, the scenery she could see suddenly changed. Even unlike the hug she had received from behind until just now, John was right in front of her.

‘Did we come to Duke Blanchett’s mansion?’

However, the sound of stringed instruments in the banquet hall came from nearby. It was probably a different place within the imperial palace. A strange shadow fell on John’s face. He whispered sweetly with a face that still seemed to be filled with anger.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing happened because you came right away.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Hmm… Except for trying to drag me away? He must have asked for a drink for no reason.”

John twisted his drowsy eyes a little more.

“No. It was all the fault of that bastard.”

The corners of his mouth twisted slightly as if suppressing something boiling. But even in that way, he was as beautiful as a painting.

“What could be wrong with my wife?”

His long fingers caress her ear lobe. The other hand wrapped around her waist slowly pressed them together. Red eyes filled with emotions slowly approached right in front of her. She stopped breathing and looked at him. He grinned.

“I’ll save the kiss.”

His lips that kissed the cheek moved down the white nape of her neck, little by little. His soft, hot lips rested lightly along the delicate collarbone. Wherever he passed, the heat spread like a burn. He finally kissed one side of her collarbone, and their eyes met again.

“I can’t stand this.”

John bared his teeth and bit her collarbone. Like a hungry beast, as if trying to eat her right away without leaving a single piece. He was very violent.

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