The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 201: Unexpected saviour

Chapter 201: Unexpected saviour

There are some situations where you find yourself and the first thing you ask yourself is how I got myself here.

That was the situation Abrielle found herself in. A blade on her neck stopped her from moving an inch. The room was still filled with smoke, ’ where was Callista?’ the Villainess wondered, trying to find her in this chaos.

Bernice was still on the floor coughing her heart out. Abrielle felt sorry for the princess. She was a minor character that wasn’t meant to be caught up in this drama. "Who are you?" Abrielle asked, her throat going dry as she nervously swallowed

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The blade was close and it could slit her throat at any moment. "You are in no place to ask questions.." The person shut her up. She wondered where the foreigner had gone. He should be behind her.

"Please, I mean no harm," Abrielle nervously said, and he drew the blade closer. A streak of blood rolling down her throat. "Unfortunately you got yourself somewhere you shouldn’t be." He sneered. The smoke started to reside and Abrielle’s eyes caught sight of a body limp on the floor.

It was Callista and she was already unconscious. If she wasn’t the one that caused this, then who? Bernice was still coughing badly, splashing blood everywhere.

The assassin pulled Abrielle backwards, wanting to escape through the door, but he suddenly stopped. All this time, Abrielle had no idea what he looked like.

The assassin’s eyes went wide, spotting a tall figure nonchalantly leaning against the door frame, watching everything unfold. A witness. "Who are you?" He asked.

He could not recognize the man; there weren’t many nobles that had such an aura, and he was definitely not part of the royal family either. "No one particularly interesting. Just someone that can get rid of you with just a snap of my fingers." He shrugged his shoulders.

Abrielle’s eyes went wide, recognizing the stranger’s voice. She still had her back against the assassins. In a sharp movement, she was turned around to face the entrance, her gaze falling on him.

There was something about him that reminded her of Cedric. It was his nonchalant vibe. He had what she would call the making of a villain.

"Don’t move or I will kill her." The assassin threatened. A smile graced his lips. He was amused by the threat. "Then go ahead. I would think twice if I were you." He straightened his back taking careful steps into the room. The assassin backed away, moving Abrielle with him.

Her eyes were pleading; she had a feeling the stranger was capable of saving her. "I am not joking. One more step, and she loses her neck." He threatened.

The Foreigner’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and he took a step closer. "What are you waiting for?" He asked. The assassin gritted his teeth completely provoked, he drew the blade that cut her neck..

Abrielle’s life flashed through her eyes for the hundredth time she came here. The blade grew hot against her skin, but it didn’t cut her neck or burn her which was quite odd.

Instead, it was melting and burning the assassin’s hand. The assassin screamed in pain, tossing away the knife and Abrielle, who fell to the ground.

It was like the heat was melting his arm even after tossing the knife. The pain was aggravating. He tried to make a run for the window, but the foreigner beat him to it, knocking out the assassin on the ground.

As soon as he was done taking care of that he walked towards Abrielle. "I will go get help," he suggested, but Abrielle refused. She wanted to come along. She gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up.

She wasn’t injured, just a few scratches and aches. He gave her his hand and helped her get up. Bernice had gone unconscious already, and Abrielle hissed because of the pain in her hip. She needed to get help but her head was spinning.

"I think you should wait back." The foreigner suggested. There was no way she was going to stay behind in that room.

Abrielle stood straight and walked out of the room, with the foreigner behind her seemed rather concerned because of the pain she was going through.

"Abrielle," she heard someone call from the opposite direction. For the first time that night, she was glad to hear Alfonso’s voice. "Alfonso," she cried out excitedly; she turned to run towards me. Her legs gave out, and she fell into Alfonso’s arms, who were rushing in her direction.

"What happened to her?" Alfonso’s voice was cold as he asked the figure that followed behind her. "We ran into an attempted assassination. The princess and priestess need urgent help."

Alfonso didn’t believe him but he was distracted when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt. "He helped them; Bernice is dying. Her help immediately." Abrielle urged him.

"I understand, but first, we need to get you to safety." Alfonso carried her in his arms. "No, they need your help more than I do." She insisted, struggling in his arms.

Alfonso didn’t answer her; he knew she needed to get examined by a physician, and honestly, Alfonso didn’t care if his half-sister died or not. He only cared about the source of his amusement in his arms.

"Stop! Let me down," she continued struggling; he didn’t budge, and her hands got heavy, and so did her eyes. Her head was dizzy, and slowly, she closed her eyes. Why does she always end up unconscious every time? She thought, succumbing to her slumber.

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The lights were poking against her eyes, forcing her to open them. She felt someone holding her hand. The hold was warm, and Abrielle turned to her side. Expectantly, she called out, "Cedric," she thought he was miraculously back.

Instead of her husband’s raven black her, she saw another man with familiar auburn hair resting his head on the bed. Her eyes grew wide, completely stunned. "Alfonso," she gasped, trying to pull away her hand.

Her movement successfully woke him up. His appearance was dishevelled, but he still looked graceful like a prince. He slowly raised his head. "Good morning," he said very naturally.

He wasn’t Cedric.