The sleek black car glided smoothly along the winding forest road, its tires whispering against the pavent as we moved towards our destination.
Inside the car, I sat in the backseat, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery.
The trees blurred together in a green haze, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers against the sky.
'Why now, damn it.'
I thought, unable to shake the feeling of unease that had settled over since my mother had announced our impromptu trip to the church.
Glancing at her, I found her sitting beside in silence, her expression unreadable as she stared straight ahead.
She seed lost in thought, as if her mind was sowhere far away from the reality of the present mont.
Her indifference towards was really uncomfortable, and in all honesty, I didn't even want to be here with her.
She had just tried to kill a while ago, and now she was sitting like nothing had even happened.
As the car wound its way through the forest, the familiar sights and sounds of the city gave way to the serene tranquility of the countryside.
The air grew cooler, the sunlight filtering through the trees in dappled patterns of gold and green.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally ca to a stop in front of a majestic stone building nestled amidst a grove of ancient oaks.
As the car stopped, my mother turned her gaze towards .
"We're here, Azariah. Don't do anything stupid this ti," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my throat dry, as I stepped out of the car and followed my mother toward the entrance of the church.
The heavy wooden doors swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with the soft glow of candlelight.
All who were present turned towards us as we walked in.
My mother—
'Stop calling her my mother for fuck's sake, she is not my mother!'
I bit my tongue tightly to keep myself sane. The mories of Azariah and mine have been mixed in such a way that it's making it hard for to understand who he is and who I am.
'Fuck!'
Anyway, all the people present in the church stood up, showing deep respect and fear towards her, as most of them bowed to welco Esray.
Esray didn't acknowledge their respect as she walked towards the front where two people stood, but unlike the rest of the people, they didn't bow their heads, as they were on equal status with Esray.
The other two Dukes beside my mother of the Pargoina Empire.
"Lady Esray." They both nodded in acknowledgnt of her presence as Esray approached them.
"When will the portal open for the main church?" Esray asked without any change in her tone as she looked at both of them.
"In a few minutes. All of the ones who were called have already arrived, and you are the last one," the one with brownish-black hair replied with an indifferent face.
He is the current head of the Mairac dukedom and, apart from my mother, one of the most powerful fighters in the empire.
Alvin Sai Mairac.
As Esray nodded, his gaze turned towards . "After what you did yesterday, I would say you have guts, kid."
After saying this, he ignored my presence as he walked towards the lower nobles.
"Mind if I talk for a while with my son-in-law, Lady Esray?" As Duke Mairac walked away, the other man who stood with him said, looking at Esray.
He was a tall, imposing man with a stern expression and piercing eyes blue eyes like his hair that seed to bore into my soul.
He was Azariah's father-in-law, head of the ndonca dukedom.
David Shea ndonca.
As Esray nodded in reply, my stomach churned with nerves as my eyes t his.
He quietly walked towards a corner, and I, left with no other choice, had to follow behind him.
"What was the stunt that you pulled last night!?" As soon as we were away from the eyes of the people, he imdiately barked at in anger.
"What was?" I asked, fully acting like Azariah, an arrogant prick.
"You had to do that to the princess in front of everyone, huh?" He asked again, glaring at .
"She deserv—"
"Don't you dare say that, you were the one who is in the wrong." Before I could complete my sentence, he interrupted in a harsh tone.
"Whatever." I shrugged, not bothered by his words.
"Do you even at least think once how Christina would feel about it?" He said again, his voice laced with anger.
"What does she have to do with this?" I retorted, my tone sharp as I tried to maintain Azariah's arrogant facade.
"She does, Azariah. She is the one who cares for you even after all you did to her," he replied as he tried to hold back his anger.
"She ans nothing of it, and I am pretty sure she is doing all that because you told her to, don't you?" My sharp tone didn't change as I rebuked.
"She's going to be your wife, damn it! Have so respect for her!" David's voice rose, his frustration evident.
"She's just a pawn in this political ga, isn't she?" I dismissed, waving my hand casually.
David's face contorted in anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're a fool, Azariah. You don't know what you have until it's gone."
"Yeah, who are you trying to threaten? Do it if you want to. I'm pretty sure you can't do shit," I replied with a smirk, which for sure irked him a lot.
"We'll see."
With that, he turned sharply on his heel and stord away, leaving standing alone in the corner, feeling a twinge of guilt that I quickly pushed aside.
"It's for the best." I mumbled as I rubbed my chest that ached with unknown pain.
If my words have even a slight effect on him he might call off the engagent which will be best for that girl and for as well.
Because my title from the ga the [Villainess Maker] isn't just for show.
It truly ans what it says.
That I am the bane of the heroines, being close to will only give them a bad ending.
And the sa goes for as well, if I want to avoid my death as well for Esray will kill the mont she felt that I have beco useless to her.
"It's for the best." I mumbled again reassuring myself again as I walked at back to the place were all people were present.
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