163: 37 Good Acting

37 Good Acting

Azariah’s POV

“Oh, Dear Azariah, there you are.”

As soon as I entered the hall, I heard Diana's bloody melodramatic voice.

I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger. I can't be angry, or she will win.

“Congratulations, Diana.” I glanced at her and kept my pride.

Diana is my cousin, a year younger than me. When she was five, her father won an official position with the Windsor name, and they moved to the capital. Although our family names are all Windsor, they are declining offshoots, and my family is the only respected Windsor family.

Diana's father knew exactly where he stood. Over the years, he has been very respectful of us, showing a face willing to serve us, which pleased my father. That's why their family got tickets to the aristocracy. But Diana, a girl from the country, had always had a high opinion of herself and had been comparing herself to me secretly since she was a child.

When I was 8 years old, I learned to arrange flowers. She learned to arrange flowers too, and deliberately show her skills at parties to steal my limelight.

When I was 12 years old, I studied painting. She also studied painting, and deliberately to create a false impression that she had a talent for painting.

Every year, I wear the latest clothes and jewelry. She didn't have enough money, so she modified her dresses by herself to make them more complicated than mine.

What makes me more angry is that she always pretends to be gentle and pitiful in front of others, as if I often bully her. Whenever someone pitied her, she pretended to cry and whispered, “Azariah is my cousin. She is a lady who has been spoiled since she was a child. She is the daughter of a duke. And I am only the daughter of a viscount. I dare not compare with her, dare not make her unhappy, otherwise...”

What an acting b.itch!

Slowly, in everyone's opinion, Diana is a smart, patient, considerate girl, and I am an open, willful, bad-tempered girl.

As we grew up, the war between us slowly changed from clothing, accessories, talent to marriage.

Marriage is our biggest battle. Whoever can marry the more powerful husband will win the final victory.

Before my 18th birthday, I had no doubt that I would marry Nuri, the most famous hero on the whole continent. He is a role model for all men and the man of all women's dreams. Even if Diana marries the king in the future, she will lose to me.

Well, only Nuri is a real hero.

I thought Diana would be quiet, admit her defeat and realize the difference between us. But when I heard that she had rejected the marriage her father had arranged for her, I knew that our war was still going on.

She is such a proud person. How could she agree to marry a man without a title, when she was trying to gain a higher position by marriage?

I sneer. Diana was too ambitious. Nuri and I have been engaged since we were children. Our family's status, wealth and power are matched, so our marriage is very reasonable.

She was only the daughter of a viscount, and she dared to dream of a man who did not belong to her.

Still, I underestimated Diana. Ten days ago, she suddenly announced that she had married the second son of the Hernandez family.

The Hernandez family has a hereditary Marquis name. Although only the first son could inherit the title, both the first son and the second child were born to the first wife, and the other sons were born to concubines. So, they had all the property and power of the Hernandez family. If they are lucky enough, the second son may also become a marquis.

Diana must have been planning this for a long time. There are many noble men in the capital, but many understand that marriage is a business. They won't take a woman like Diana as a wife. They'll just make her a mistress.

So, it is very difficult for her to find a suitable husband.

The first son of the Hernandez family was a fierce and decisive man. He had many mistresses but did not marry, because he was looking for a wife from a powerful family to help him raise his status. But the second son was a little headstrong, not smart enough or determined enough. He likes to have fun and is easily influenced by other people's words.

Diana is a smart person and she has chosen the right man to be her husband.

Mrs. Hernandez is said to have been very opposed to her second son's marriage to Diana, but eventually had no choice but to nod.

Because Diana's pregnant.

Although Mrs. Hernandez has two sons. She has no grandchildren.

The aristocracy had a rule: concubines could not have children until their master's wife gave birth to an heir. So, even though her son had a lot of mistresses, she didn't enjoy the pleasure of being a grandma.

Mrs. Hernandez is very fond of children. Diana must know the news. So, she used the baby as a bargaining chip to marry into the Hernandez family. If Mrs. Hernandez continues to oppose their marriage, the baby will die before birth, which is cruel to her. In order to cover up the scandal of pregnancy out of wedlock and keep the baby, she had to agree to the marriage.

I guess Diana used her gift of pretending to be a poor woman in front of everyone.

Even if Mrs. Hernandez sees through her tricks, men will go soft on her.

Men are stupid. As long as b.itches pretend to be miserable and cry in front of them, their damn heroism will appear. They feel that they are heroes and that it is their duty to save poor young women.

But it often turns out that men are being used by these women.

Anyway, Diana made it. She even threw a party to show me off.

She smiled at me, took my arm warmly, and led me to the seat reserved for me.

“Azariah, I heard you were sad recently, so I made some delicious desserts. I hope you like them,” Diana said with a smile.

Everyone in the room looked at me. Their eyes were full of ridicule and curiosity.

Everyone knows that Nuri did not give me a gift at my coming-of-age ceremony. He just came to my house to pick up the damn Princess Sibyl.

The girls wouldn't let the gossip go, and Diana wouldn't let anyone pass up the chance to laugh at me.

Looking at the oleander-scented dessert on my plate, I gently waved the peacock feather fan in my hand. “You have to be careful. The oleander powder can cause a pregnant woman to miscarry. The Hernandez family must take your baby very seriously. You have to protect this baby. By the way, I forgot a word: Congratulations.”

Diana's face changed. She bit her lip and her body stiffened.

The girls in the room looked at Diana in surprise.

She just got married 10 days ago. How could she be pregnant?

Unless she gets pregnant before she gets married.

Oh, my God, this is such a scandal! It will be the talk of the aristocracy for the next month.

The women whispered and kept glancing at Diana.

“Oh, are you OK? Do you need a doctor?” I put on a concerned face and held her arm.

She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and tried to push her arm out of my hand.

But I held her arm tightly and my fingers left red marks on it.

“Don't mess with me, b.itch,” I said in a voice only the two of us could hear.

She looked at me viciously, and then, with a low cry, her body suddenly lost its strength and she fell backwards.

“Your grace! be careful.” The maid rushed up and hugged her.

Her eyes were red with tears in them. She leaned weakly on the maid and looked at me with a pitiful expression, “Azariah, I know you're upset about being rejected by Nuri. Oh, you could be angry at me. I am willing to bear all this as long as you can be happy. But please don't ruin the party. It was my first party as Mrs. Hernandez.”

Her tears dripped, and then she lowered her head and gently wiped them with her handkerchief.

Here we go again.

This classic acting.

The women's attention shifted from her pregnancy to my engagement to Nuri.

I sneered, “I didn't know you cared so much about me. Listen, as the only daughter of the Duke of Windsor, my marriage is destined to be more noble than yours. Whether Nuri or prince, I deserve them. But you! Let me give you a piece of advice: Everything you planned has a price on it. I hope you don't cry when that day comes.” 0

Diana pretended to be weak. She raised her head and fainted.

Her acting is getting better and better.

“Your Excellency, don't fall into her trap. Let's go to the tea room next door. You need to calm down,” my maid whispered to me.

Yes, I can't get angry here, I must keep my grace.

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