The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 303: Double crossed

"What is going on? " The princess anxiously asked. Her first instinct was to run. Someone immediately grabbed her from behind. "What do you think? There has been a change of plans princess."

The mercenary who had guided them to the ship said, his hold tight on Abrielle making it impossible for her to move. "Please, I don’t know what’s going on, but please let the princess go. She is innocent." Zoltana begged, her voice shaking.

Abrielle was slowly assessing the situation, the person who had a sword against Zoltana’s neck seemed different. They were betrayed, and she immediately understood that fact. All she wanted was to escape, why was it so hard?

What did she do to deserve this? She was exhausted, too exhausted to fight it. Since the plot wanted to kill her so badly, it was better if it just got ahead with it.

Zoltana was in disarray; her aunt Sabrina was still unconscious, and Abrielle was being held captive. She could not escape, could she? The person holding her grabbed her neck and then spun her around, his firm grip twisting her neck so it was difficult to breathe.

Her gaze fell on the princess and her breath stilled. She understood that look with how Abrielle’s head was bowed. The princess has given up, she needed to escape her husband who refused to let go after everything told him to

"It’s not your fault," she said, her sentence interrupted with a cry. The bastard holding her neck tightened his hold causing her to fall on her knees. Abrielle’s head shot up, seeing the witch, her closest companion, in pain.

Her eyes stung. "I am sorry," her voice was quivering. Zoltana wanted to assure her it truly wasn’t her fault, but she could not breathe. Abrielle felt hopeless, her eyes stuck on Zoltana, maybe she should do it. She didn’t want Zoltana to die.

The look the witch gave her made her stop. It wasn’t worth it; if she did set this ship on fire, they were in the middle of the sea, and she could not swim. If she got rescued from the shipwreck, they were still close to Vitalis, and she would be forced to go back.

Everything would be pointless. "That’s enough," they heard someone command, a figure climbing from the accommodation to the deck. It was a lady, one Abrielle hadn’t seen before. She was older in her early thirties, but her radiant ash blonde hair was still shown with her obsidian eyes sharp with experience. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Don’t hurt them; we paid a fortune to get them, especially the little princess." The lady Instructed and the bastard choking Zoltana stopped. The lady suddenly looked familiar to Abrielle, the closer she moved.

The bastard let go of Zoltana, and she fell on the floor, gasping for air. The stunning lady sassed to stand in between them. "Be careful with that one. Can’t you recognize her silver hair and silver eyes that are abstract from her skin? She is a member of the dazari clan." She instructed, paying all her attention to Zoltana.

Abrielle could hold it in any more, "Who are you, and what do you want?" She burst out trying to struggle in the hold she was in. The lady didn’t glance at her. Her attention is still on Zoltana. Now the princess had a closer look, she recognized her.

It was the performer, the one she remembered a little girl praising. Now Abrielle was more confused. "Be patient, princess; you will understand everything soon." She sneered while instructing the guard to lift Zoltana up.

She grabbed the witch’s face; a sly smile crossed her lips. "We really did hit the jackpot. I wasn’t expecting to get not just a member of the Dazari clan but one associated with the chieftain’s blood. What are you doing so far away from home?" She asked Zoltana, who was too disarrayed to even give her a proper answer.

"Take them away, and hide them properly. We don’t want the authorities accidentally finding them on board. " The lady who seemed to be the leader instructed. Abrielle got double-crossed by a higher bidder who wanted her. But why would they want an adulterous, unloved wife?

She wasn’t getting that answer easily, her head was hit by a strong force, and it all went dark...

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It was dark and damp. The cold was crawling on her skin. The room swayed slightly. Not even a single lantern was lit and she was all alone.

Abrielle had regained her consciousness long ago and didn’t know how long she had been here, but her stomach was already aching. She needed food. "Help," her voice broke trying to call for help even though she knew it was never going to come.

They were still sailing to God now, but it was somewhere far away from vitals, far away from him. She started humming a tune to distract her from hunger and boredom, her eyes closed since opening them made no difference as she curled up in a spot.

The loud creaking sound of wood caught her attention but she didn’t bother to stop humming. A door opened with light shining from the other side.

The princess keenly watched them approach, it was the dancer that seemed to be in charge with another she didn’t recognize.

The dancer held a lantern lit with magic stones instead of flames while her accomplice was holding what seemed to be a tray of food. They stopped in front of the princess across the cell; thanks to the light, Abrielle could finally see her environment.

A scream left her lungs as she abruptly stopped humming; there was a skeleton dried up at the opposite corner of the room.

"That is quite rude to greet your cellmate like that, and I thought you were getting along due to the way you were cheerfully humming." The dancer bursts into a laugh, seeing the princess’s reaction.

Abrielle’s eyes turned bloodshot, she glared at the dancer. "Who are you?" She asked

The lady grinned, "Dear princess, I am sure you have an idea, or do I need to spell it out for you? I am your slave master."