My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 12

What is it? What is it, what is it, what is it!! I don’t like it!!

The moment I laid eyes on Anastasia, irritation welled up, and I couldn’t help but throw the teacup in my hand.

“Scary! That girl was glaring at me with a really scary face. I thought if I had an older sister, I would want to get along with her!”

Christina, on the spur of the moment, said that and pretended to cry while clinging to her father, the duke.

Both the duke and the servants naturally took Christina’s side, and Anastasia, still drenched in tea, stood there being insulted.

Christina was a girl universally acknowledged to be beautiful. Her father, the duke, adored her, and everyone around her revered her like a precious flower.

But, the hair color was silver.

Christina secretly felt regret that her hair color resembled her mother’s rather than her father’s.

The golden hair color, which is born only to the royal family and the head ducal family, is revered as a true symbol of royalty.

If only this beautiful self-had golden hair, it would have been perfect.

For Christina, who had always thought that way, Anastasia’s existence was hard to accept.

Even those who had mocked her for being raised as a commoner would feel a sense of awe upon seeing Anastasia’s shining golden hair.

That was terrifying.

So, I thoroughly slandered Anastasia.

They spread all sorts of rumors and incited the servants to bully Anastasia.

My father originally hated Anastasia, and my older brother Alexander, the legitimate heir of the duke’s family, is studying abroad in a neighboring country.

The Fairfanville Duke family was at Christina’s beck and call.

Ah, serves you right.

The fact that her hair color wasn’t golden was a much bigger complex for Christina than she herself thought.

In reality, I harbored feelings akin to jealousy and hatred towards people with golden hair.

That said, there’s no way I could express such feelings to my father, brother, let alone the prince or princess.

The golden-haired Anastasia who appeared there was the perfect “target” for Christina.

The more you oppress Anastasia.

The more Anastasia is belittled by those around her.

Christina felt as if something that had never been fulfilled before was finally being fulfilled.

It was nothing short of a mad obsession.

Moreover, even though I had stubbornly pushed back against the engagement with the count’s family myself, the moment I had to give it up to Anastasia, I suddenly started to regret losing Eugene as well.

I can’t forgive the thought of Eugene cherishing Anastasia and making her happy, even by mistake.

So, I did a little preparation.

Actually, those bad friends who provoked Eugene were also Christina’s entourage.

As Eugene dislikes Anastasia.

To make it seem embarrassing to marry a woman raised as a commoner.

So that Anastasia has a hard and embarrassing time on her wedding night——

Christina skillfully incited her followers and successfully made Eugene act as she intended.

Hehe! Ah, this is fun. It feels so good when Anastasia’s composed face twists in frustration!

At first, when Anastasia married into the Hamilton family, it was fun just to imagine how badly she was being treated there.

Gradually, I became dissatisfied with that, and wanting to see for myself, I sent invitations to tea parties many times, but they were all declined.

I wondered if I was being rejected because it was me, so I had the young ladies around me send out invitations to the tea party as well, but all I received in return were polite refusals.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, Christina directly barged into the Hamilton family estate today.

“It’s strange that no matter how many times I send a letter, I never get a reply.”

“Could it be that my sister is having a hard time at the count’s house?”

And so, pretending to be the dutiful sister deeply concerned for her elder sister’s well-being, I was able to successfully enter the count’s household.

In the first place, I’m a duke’s daughter, you know?

To try to send me away just because there’s no promise, you’re really a cheeky servant!

While drinking the tea that was served, I wait for Anastasia’s arrival.

Surely, even in the count’s house, they would have been treated roughly and seen in a tattered state.

To be honest, I wanted to make it even more miserable while it was still in the duke’s family, but I had no choice but to at least keep it in minimal condition until it was married off to the earl’s family.

Eugene-sama, you must feel really sorry for being forced to marry someone like Anastasia instead of me!

I can’t marry you, but maybe I could date you a little?

If that happens, Anastasia will feel even more miserable…

Yeah! Good idea!

Imagining Eugene neglecting Anastasia and becoming infatuated with himself made me feel incredibly amused.

Just as Christina was in the best mood ever, there was finally a knock on the door, and she heard the butler’s voice from earlier.

Lady Hamilton has arrived.

Slowly, the door opened, and Anastasia appeared…

It was more beautiful than anything Christina had ever seen before.