Tears streamed down Laura's cheek, silently begging to be saved.

 "Shut up you wh*re!" 

He snarled before turning his attention to his wife, "Who is this woman? And why does she have your face?"

    

    Tears streamed down Laura's cheek, silently begging to be saved.

    

    Prince Leonardo watched the scene unfold from the corner of the room, both hands folded against his chest. He wasn't the type to stand up for the weak. He was an observer, but the fact that Gracefeel had an identical twin came as a surprise.

    

    "She's my sister, I brought her along." Said Gracefeel.

    

    "This lowly wench dared to seduce me." He knew his wife had a sister who was scorned for her fate.

    

    The crowd around them gasped and mumbled before Gracefeel spoke again.

    

    "Laura, is this true?" she approached her sister, pretending not to be the mastermind behind it. "Why would you do this to me? After all I've done for you!" 

    

    Laura froze, feeling the colour leave her face the moment her sister slapped her. What stung more was the betrayal she’d just experienced from the same woman who wanted her to bed the Duke twice. ‘Her husband needs a heir,’ she said.

    

    Gracefeel broke down in crocodile tears after leaving an imprint on her sister’s cheek, running to her husband to bury her face against his chest. "Did you try to seduce my husband just because I'm sickly?" she sobbed against his sturdy chest. 

    

    Logan caressed her back, holding her close enough to kiss the top of her head gently. 

    

    "How dare she,”

    

    "And the duchess was so kind to her,”

    

    “Deceiving the Duke like that…”

    

    “She deserves to die,”

    

    “Hang her,”

    

    The murmurs swelled as no one dared to fully voice their opinions, they weren’t barbarians after all. 

    

    Logan, ever the overprotective husband, raised a hand to silence the crowd. He couldn’t bear to see the way his woman was shaking in his arms and was worried about how thinner she’d gotten. "Enough!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury. "This is a private matter between my wife and her sister. Let us handle it as such."

    

    There was tension in the air and Gracefeel wiped her tears, "Logan, please. She’s still my sister, don’t torture her," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "She made a mistake, a grave one, but she is family and my only sibling."

    

    A warm smile crossed his lips, his fingers gently moving to stroke her cheek. “You still make excuses for her, you have such a kind heart.” His furious gaze turned back to Laura who was still on her knees. “Hear my order! I, Logan Rothschild sentence this woman to death!”

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