The Baron’s Deceitful Wife

arony already has a stall that sells a limited number of sweets, and at the same time sells other crops. However, Mr. Vante wanted to solely sell sweets of unlimited kinds. A stall solely for such heavenly treats.

He dusted his dirty hands and turned to Mario. ”Come with me to the manor for some refreshments, Mario. Bring Winona along, and Wilson too, ” He told the man who grinned to him widely. Winona is the good mans wife and Wilson being their oldest child.

”Aye, milord, wed follow you after I put the baskets back to the shack, ” He nodded in affirmation, gathering the big baskets meant for collecting weeds. Little Collete was quick-witted and ran to help her father, dragging the smallest basket with her small hands.

He chuckles in amusement, ”Ill head first, Mario, ” He said, tracing the path back to the manor. Due to the sweat currently bathing his cotton shirt, he took his shirt off, using it to fan himself before flinging it upon his left shoulder. Thinking about a store of sweets right in the yard of his home lifted his mood quite significantly.

He hummed his way merrily, grinning in content.

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Shes beyond livid. She has journeyed for almost five days but it did not lessen her lividity against the outcome of her fathers machinations. To top it off, she was traveling in a carriage not fitting for a royal at all. Every bump and shake of the cramped conveyance was like a fuel to the fire already burning inside her. In her gloved hands, a poor letter was crushed without care.

Astrid could not believe the situation she was currently in. She could not believe her father, Archduke Clermont, meant his words and disowned her without a bat of an eyelash the following days after he sent the letter. The humiliation she experienced after being chased away from her own villa was tremendous. To think she invited her close confidants for a whole week gathering in her villa, a week meant for amusements and carnal happiness. Instead, she was met with her luggage packed and ready on the threshold, and hauled to a creaky carriage she was presently in with not a moment longer.

All of her confidants, including her, decided to travel together and it was one of things she regretted with vehemence. If ever shes going to organize a gathering once more, she would not have her visitors arrive all together.

She had to scream her lungs out to the damning butler, just to let her in and take an important paper on one of her secret drawers. Everything was a blur of confusion in that moment, however, a burst of ridiculous thought invaded her mind, pushing her to extract the said papers inside the villa.

Manhandled, she was almost thrown out of the villa with her confidants watching the scenario unfold right before their eyes after the household staff escorted her from retrieving the blasted paper.

With the humiliation tailing right behind her, she did not pay her confidants attention and lift herself up the carriage. She went traveling to the Clermont Palace at once, intending to appeal to her father, however, she was denied access and was treated poorly.

”The audacity, ” She hissed, remembering the way the servants shooed her out of the very Palace she was birthed and lived for almost all of her life. She was turned away like a beggar! Oh, how she wanted to whip those servants to death.

When she was denied entrance to the Palace, she decided to stay on Château Fleur. Oliver removed his wife from the château right after their conversation. Remembering Melissa Wrenthford ignited another burning anger inside her. The daft woman miscarried while traveling away from Château Fleur.

”Daft wench, ” She cursed in anger. It would have been convenient if Melissa lost the babe a month after being removed from the Château, not right after. She wouldn be in this sticky situation if not for that stupid miscarriage and that idiotic Lady Leorick.

Now, she could not reach Oliver and was also chased out of the Château. She was also denied services in all of the inns and hotels around Clevon.

”Blasted hell! ” She screeched, crumpling the letter in her hand further.

The conveyance ran over another hump, sending Astrid off the box, and hitting her head on the wooden panel beside her. Expletives were wrung out of her lips as a tremor of pain resonated all over her head. It would surely leave a bump on the side of her head where it collided with the panel. She vowed for vengeance right there and then.