The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 300: Her only choice

Abrielle struggled to sit up on the ground while leaning against a tree trunk. Her body was covered with bruises and it hurt like hell.

The snapping sound of twigs echoed as Zoltana approached her. "Princess Abrielle," she heard the witch call. From a distance, she could hear Evelyn fighting. Something was wrong Abrielle. Zoltana had the answers.

Zoltana finally found Abrielle, who was weakly leaning against the tree trunk. She looked very feeble.

Abrielle’s head slowly turned to the source, she gritted her teeth due to the insufferable pain. "Zoltana," she slowly called. The other maid, who was equally bruised, ran up to the princess’s side to help her up. "Thank the goddess you are safe." She chimed.

Abrielle who was still disoriented, lips parted as she struggled to say. "What is going on Zoltana? This isn’t the plan."

"There had to be a change in plans due to the change in circumstances," Zoltana explained, yet Abrielle found this suspicious. Something was off. More footsteps approached but Abrielle wasn’t alarmed. They were hooded and stopped a few steps away from the princess and the witch. "We have to leave immediately. We can’t hold on for long." They urgently explained.

Abrielle nodded, and then the one who seemed to be the leader whistled. A horse neigh followed, and then two horses appeared. "This is our ride out," Zoltana explained.

Abrielle had difficulty moving in her dress, so Zoltana tore out the excess before helping her climb the horse. The witch mounted the same horse after her while the second one was mounted by one of her hooded figures.

"We will cover the torn fabric with blood and burn part of it. That way no one will suspect you had planned to kidnap yourself." The leader of the hooded figures explained while signalling one of them, who was serving as the princess’s guide, to leave.

"Thank you for your help," Zoltana chimed, "it was all for the money, no need to thank us." The leader replied. The one on the second horse pulled his reins and his horse started to gallop away.

"It’s time," Zoltana signalled Abrielle. Then she followed suit racing after the guide. Their horse immediately disappeared into the night. As soon as they were gone a sinister glint was shown on the leader’s eyes.

"As soon as they get to the river, retreat. We can’t hold Cassandra Desper for long." The leader instructed.

Abrielle escaped through the woods avoiding the main road. As she fled, her heart wasn’t as elated as she had imagined. There was this sadness in it that she didn’t understand why.

She had planned tonight meticulously, siphoning funds from the castles to cover her escape, leading Cedric by playing to Alfonso’s music to make him hate her more, all to make her escape flawless.

She needed to be freed from Cedric for the fake kidnap work. She knew there was going to be an attack today, just like in the original novel, Callista got a hint. The chaos was the perfect chance to escape.

The plan was dangerous because only if she was in danger was it going to seem like a real kidnapping incident.

The quest had three options; only one was possible to find a way to escape the queen’s plans without involving any of the main characters or her family. After thinking over and over again. There was only one plan she came up with to run away. That way, she would escape the summon without anyone’s help and fulfil the task.

The plot wanted her far away and that was what she planned on doing. Going far away from all these.

Her ginger hair flew in the wind as they rode, she glanced back at the way they came from. The guilt is eating her more. Why did she feel guilty when all she did was to avoid her death?

It was kill or be killed and she chose to run. "He will be fine without me," she muttered under her breath. That should be the truth; Cedric didn’t need her; their union was meant to meet its end eventually.

But his recent actions made her feel it wasn’t possible. ’ no, there is no way that can be.’ Abrielle shook her head. She could hear the rushing rivers from a distance. Her freedom was an arm away.

What was she thinking? Cedric was making her lose her mind. Making her think this was wrong but there was no other way. ’ But what if he actually loves me.’ a sad smile graced her lips at that thought. It was the craziest thing ever. There was no way he could love her even if he did. She has hurt him a lot already and she doesn’t regret it. freēwēbnovel.com

They crossed the forest and arrived at the river Bank; a boat was already waiting for them. The horses stopped and they got down. "The river connects to the sea, the boat will take us to a ship waiting there." The guide informed them.

The cold wind blew across Abrielle and hugged her arms as she shivered slightly. A cloak was wrapped around her, she turned to the side to see it was the guide that gave her his cloak. "Thank you." She mumbled.

He was a young man who would have been considered charming if not for the scar that ran across his lips; still, he did look handsome. "It’s a pleasure, your highness." The escort replied then pulled the hood to cover her face. "Please bow your head until we get to the ship, the danger isn’t over." The escort instructed.

They approached the boat, "Everything will be fine." Zoltana, who was holding Abrielle’s hand, assured her. That was right, everything will be fine. They boarded the boat, which was carrying 4, including the boatman. As soon as Abrielle safely settled on the boat they started to row away.

The escort lit an arrow on fire and then shot it to signal his colleagues. Abrielle and Zoltana sat on the boat while the other two continued to row. A chill came over Abrielle and she glanced back at the Forest that was getting farther each second.

"Goodbye Cedric," she said. This was the end of their story. She wishes he could fight the plot and find his happiness.