The Double Life of The Villainess Grand Duchess - Chapter 1

The castle hallway was dark, unlike the room she was in where the afternoon sun was shining. Standing tall at the door, the man also seemed buried in the shadows of the corridor.

Her heart was thumping for no reason. A cold sweat came stuck to her back as if she was a child caught doing something naughty.

But she was skilled enough and not one to show her feelings.

“Come in.”

Elysee smiled and stepped aside.

Entering the room, he put his hand on her waist and kissed her on the cheek.

“Were you resting?”

“Yes, I’m a little tired. Your Highness, why….”

“I don’t have work, so I came to see you.”

His words were not wrong. Yesterday, Elysee became his wife, the partner to the Grand Duke, Blake Freysen, and this was the bedroom where they spent their first night together—just last night.

But there was a predicament that made it hard to welcome her husband wholeheartedly.

What would happen if he found her step-brother hiding under his wife’s bed, only a day after she got married?

“Ah…”

Elysee’s heart sank as he came close together.

‘Surely…?’

“I have a problem, so I stopped by.”

He smiled softly, looking down at her, who seemed rather nervous.

“Last night, I broke your bed.”

He let Elysee go and strode toward the bed. In case he might look under the bed, Elysee quickly followed him.

Stopping in front of the bedside, he patted on the cracked wooden board.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to change the bed. Something more solid and comfortable.”

Had it not been for this tense situation, Elysee would have cheerfully burst out laughing.

An enthusiastic groom who broke a solid wood bed while spending the first night with his bride. She thought it was a good setup.

But now Elysee was very nervous about Lucas, lying only a few millimeters from Blake’s foot. So, with only a slight smile, she nodded.

“Yes. Sure.”

“Is there any material or design you want?”

Elysee sat on the bed as naturally as she could and pondered,

“Well…”

And she pretended to be worried while thinking, ‘If you do this, he won’t at least bend your waist to look under the bed since he isn’t interested in looking up your skirt.’

“I’ll leave the bed to you. I think it should be as strong as possible.”

Elysee patted gently on the back of his hand, holding the bedhead.

“Since you’re full of strength.”

At that moment, she could feel the force in his hand.

‘Shit.’

It was just playful words and actions. Elysee had no intention of provoking him.

She belatedly stole her hand away. But Blake grabbed her wrist in haste, and her heart drummed in her chest.

“Wife.”

Elysee’s eyes shook finely because of his firm grip on her.

She slowly raised her gaze.

His blue eyes filled Elysee’s sight, full of dark passion swaying hotly. From the corner of her vision, she saw his wide, hard chest and tense muscular neck with protruding, pulsing veins.

Blake, who had looked at her several times today with longing eyes, now seemed unwilling to let it go.

“Anyway, the bed has to change; it doesn’t matter if it breaks a little more.”

‘Oh my God.’

With the heat coming off his hands and the harsh sound of his breathing, Elysee realized:

‘I am in deep shit.’