The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 297: The one he came to love

He should let go, Alfonso knew this but it felt so hard. He didn’t want to; rather, he could not.

Alfonso thought that she was suffocating in this thing she called a marriage. He wanted to help her, although it felt foolish.

The cold midnight breeze blew across; the Atmosphere was elated. After all, it was the spring festival. After the lanterns were lit the festivities resumed. It was going to be this way until dawn if nothing out of the ordinary didn’t happen.

Abrielle’s eyes went wide when her eyes fell on Cedric’s hilt he was pulling out. The alarm bells rang in her head, Cedric was going to kill Alfonso.

The plot was trying to take control; Alfonso was meant to die today when a nobleman caught him having an affair with his wife, but this time, Alfonso lost interest in his games and got invested in Abrielle.

He actually fell in love with her creating the setting of him being killed because of an affair. Cedric could not kill Alfonso dealing his temper and this wasn’t because she cared if the third prince lived or not but the fact his actions might bounce back to her

Cedric was about to unsheathe his sword, he was blinded by rage and a bitter sense of jealousy.

Her eyes snapped to Alfonso’s hold on her wrist; using all the strength she could muster, she snatched her hand from Alfonso’s grip and then ran to stand between Cedric and Alfonso. "Alfonso, please stop this madness, wake up to reality. There is no way that we can ever be like that." She snapped at him. Her wrist was a bit bruised after she freed herself from his grip.

Cedric’s eyes darkened thinking her intentions were to protect Alfonso. "But Abrielle..." He called out.

"Stop calling her name, coward," Cedric snapped, his hands clenching around the sword. Abrielle’s eyes were locked with his as she bravely, or would he say foolishly, stood in front of him.

"Please just stop," she demanded, "Cedric, I am sorry, this isn’t what it seems like. Let’s just forget about tonight.." she pleaded, trying to appease Cedric. His jaw clenched, she was really dead on him not harming Alfonso.

The piece of work didn’t recognize the fact that Abrielle was trying to save his head because Alfonso could not imagine the possibility of Cedric killing him out of rage. "I am not going to stop; even if you don’t love me, we both know that this marriage is eating you up. You are the victim here Abrielle "

Abrielle was stunned; where was that coming from? Cedric was ticked off. He quickly unsheathed his sword but he didn’t expect Abrielle to foolishly run to stand in front of the blade. Cedric and Alfonso were stunned at her actions, it was dangerous and reckless.

"Stand down; I don’t want to hurt you," Cedric said between his gritted teeth; what was Alfonso talking about being a victim? Yes, he might not be the best person out there; he was not a saint, he wasn’t going to claim that, but he has tried his best to come up with excuses for her one after the other.

Hoping maybe she would eventually open up to him. The harder he tried, the more strained their relationship, like the universe didn’t want them to work.

"No, I can’t; I know the look in your eyes. There is no need for this fight. I don’t love Alfonso. We have nothing of that sort," she tried to reason out, but strangely, the words felt like it was stuck in her throat. Alfonso felt a hard pinch in his heart hearing her outrightly rejecting him.

Maybe that was all Cedric wanted to hear; the anger in his eyes resided, and he lowered the cold blade that was against her neck. Her chaotic heart relaxed, from the corner of her eyes, she could see Sapphire, who watched everything that transpired and wasn’t looking pleased.

"The festival is over for you," Cedric said with no room for negotiation, he didn’t spare a glance and gave her his hand. She nervously accepted it knowing he was still mad and she had no explanation. It was so hard just to open up.

As soon as her palm touched his large callous ones, he covered it with his palm, and then pulled her, dragging her out of the balcony. Alfonso gritted his teeth; he didn’t want her to leave like that. He had already made plans; if Abrielle had agreed, they would have eloped, leaving this madness. A ship was already at the dock.

He knew he didn’t stand a chance for the throne at least he could have the one person he came to love. He clenched his fist and wanted to make a last chase. It was a fight he was going to lose; he still didn’t want to give up.

Elias appeared at the balcony entrance; his sword was against the prince’s neck; there was no word, but his intentions were clear. Alfonso wasn’t with a sword to fight back and could only watch Abrielle’s back as she was pulled away by Cedric.

Sapphire has expected this confrontation to turn more gory, but unexpectedly, Abrielle was able to effortlessly keep Cedric at bay. She watched the first prince leave with his wife and then glanced at Alfonso, who still had the fire in his eyes. "You are worthless." She humphed at him with a bitter jealousy rearing its head in her heart. What was so special about her?

Abrielle watched Cedric back as he pulled her away, he was still mad. Beyond mad from what she could read. She felt guilty but still felt she didn’t have a choice. They left the building and got into the busy square. Cedric wanted to send her home, but she could not afford to leave, not after she had gotten this far.

As soon as they got to the middle of the square, Cedric abruptly stopped, making Abrielle crash into him. Something was off, and as if answering his suspicion, a loud explosion suddenly went off, and chaos was issued.