The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 134
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The sofas and tables looked as though they had been slathered in money, and beautiful, splendid paintings hung all over the walls.
For the villa of the head of a charity fund, it was extravagantly luxurious.
When Rebecca sat on the sofa, the Marquis seated himself across from her and spoke.
âI heard that Duchess Bayern has been making a name for herself with her good deeds lately. Marquis Crewe asked me to make sure the name of Duchess Nord wouldnât be overshadowed by House Bayern.â
âMy grandfather told me. Do you have a plan?â
âFirst, Iâll introduce you to a painter.â
âAre you thinking of having me sponsor someone in my name?â
âYes. There are some promising newcomers Iâve had my eye on. You just need to sponsor one of them.â
âSponsorshipâŚâ
What does that have to do with raising her own reputation?
Sheâd rather just make a big donation.
Just as Rebecca was puzzling over this, Marquis Dunklin gave a lazy smile.
âI donât know if youâve heard, but Duke Bayern recently decided to sponsor a young artist.â
âThe DukeâŚ?â
Rebeccaâs eyebrows twitched.
Since when was he interested in sponsoring artists?
âBut as it turns out, it was the Duchessâs decision.â
A sly smile tugged at the corner of the Marquisâs mouth.
Before the latest order came down from Marquis Crewe, the Marquis Dunklin had sent an invitation to Duchess Bayern, thinking to leverage her rising fame for himself.
But instead, she had rejected his invitation and visited the Reginald Viscountcy.
Learning of this, he discreetly investigated and found out that House Bayern had signed a sponsorship contract with the second son of that house.
And that it was the Duchess who had first proposed the sponsorship.
âI thought the Duke and Duchess didnât get along⌠yet you say they discussed this together?â
Isnât that just a rumor?
Rebecca spoke, her lips twitching with barely contained anger, and the Marquisâs eyes widened.
âHavenât you heard the rumor?â
âPardon?â
âThey say their relationship isnât what it used to be. There are even people who claim to have witnessed them kissing at the imperial palace.â
Griiit.
Rebecca bit her cheek sharply and clenched her fist.
Sheâd been careful to tell her tea party members to keep quiet, knowing how loose-lipped they wereâŚ
âConsidering how the Duke recently swept through the boutiques and gave her a present, isnât the rumor about her being pregnant probably true?â
She asked in a strained voice, her fist clenched so tight her nails dug into her palm.
âPregnant? What do you mean by that?â
That woman?
Rebeccaâs emerald eyes flashed red.
âThereâs no way their relationship would improve unless she was carrying his child. For a man, nothing is more precious than his own offspring. Haha.â
That wench was carrying his heir?
âŚEver since the debutante, that old inferiority complex surged back up, washing over her with bitter defeat.
That wench should have been left to struggle in unhappiness all her life.
She should have crumbled, unloved, ugly, and miserableâsatisfying Rebeccaâs sense of superiority.
Now, sheâs even gotten pregnant before me?
ââŚNo, no, a rumor is just a rumor. Thereâs no way.â
She herself had spent two years without conceiving, agonizing over the heir problem, so there was no way it would happen so easily.
The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth for a moment.
ââŚAnyway, I had my eye on the artist House Bayern ended up sponsoring, but unfortunately he was snatched away.â
Henry Reginald was a genius.
So the Marquis had deliberately blocked his chances at prizes, ensured his works were shown in obscure corners of exhibitions, and so on.
He had planned to wear him down until he was forced to sign an exclusive contract, since heâd no longer receive family support once he gained independence.
Henry was a genius who could make money.
But suddenly, House Bayern had intervened.
The moment the Duke got involved, he knew he had lost his chance.
So now he had to make a new, up-and-coming artist into the next sensation.
âDuchess Nord, youâll be sponsoring the Angel of Delphinium.â
With a meaningful smile, the Marquis gestured with his eyes, and a servant went up to the second floor of the villa.
A moment later.
When the newcomers appeared from the second floor, Rebecca let out a sharp laugh, her eyes bloodshot.
ââŚMarquis, what part of them looks like angels to you?â
One and all, they looked shabby and ragged, so filthy they seemed to give off a stench just by looking at them.
Erica
How can a person be THIS evil?! Honestly sheâs the perfect villain that you want to see have a BAD downfall. She pretty much has everything she could ever need (other than her ape of a husband), yet sheâs never happy with herself or her life. Her jealousy over Nina is excessive, and just shows how unhappy she is. The way she treats commoners makes me sick. I can still remember when we read about her âwhipping boyâ. I still imagine that poor child in her grasp, probably why I want her taken down already!!