The Villainess's Revenge

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Lady Melissa took the wine glass, quickly taking a few sips of red wine and before she knew it, her glass was finished.

"Care for another?"

Duke Mason asked, holding up the bottle to refill Lady Melissa's wine glass.

"No, I can't get drunk."

Lady Melissa said, not wanting to get drunk, she had to stay sober so she could sneak back into the Shayla estate.

"Your loss then."

Duke Mason said, before taking the bottle and pouring it into his own glass.

Lady Melissa intensely stared at Duke Mason's now full wine glass before glancing at her wine glass, wanting it to be full as well.

"I'd rather if you keep having your eyes on me rather than that."

Duke Mason said, turning Lady Melissa's head into his direction.

"Quit your flirting, now what other questions do you have?"

Lady Melissa asked, pretending to be tired of Duke Mason's flirtatious attitude when in reality her heart was beating faster than ever.

"Awww you're no fun Lady Melissa, but fine we'll move on to my next question."

"How did you know that I was stalking you?"

Duke Mason curiously asked.

"Well first of all, you're the head of one of the most famous guilds, and second of all who else would stalk me?"

"Your a very famous person, Lady Melissa, I'm sure many would want to stalk you."

Duke Mason said.

"Err.. Thanks?"

Lady Melissa replied, not knowing how to react with Duke Mason's compliment?

"Moving on, what's your next question?"

"When am I going to meet the people who are going to be helping us with your rebellion against The Crown Prince?"

Duke Mason asked, eager to know who was going to be a part of the rebellion, he could always try and find out himself but that wouldn't be much fun.

" I'm sure you already know them, but you'll be meeting them in perhaps 3 weeks time? Or maybe a month."

Lady Melissa said, answering Duke Mason's question.

"Well then just one more question, would you ever consider dating me?"

Duke Mason asked, thinking that Lady Melissa would say yes.

"No."

Lady Melissa bluntly said, her face as stoic as ever.

"I see your taste in men is as shallow as ever."

Duke Mason replied, a little offended by Lady Melissa's answer.

"Oh, don't worry I have good taste for men, you're just not a part of that good taste."

Lady Melissa said, a confident smile on her face.

"Yeah right."

Duke Mason replied, dramatically rolling his eyes at her.

"I assume you're done with the questions?"

Lady Melissa asked.

"Yes I am."

Duke Mason slowly replied, not wanting Lady Melissa to leave quickly.

"I'll go now, it was a pain in the arse to meet with you, but it's nice doing business with you."

Lady Melissa replied, holding her hand out to shake Duke Mason's hand.

"I can say the same thing for you."

Duke Mason quickly replied before shaking Lady Melissa's hand.

"You know you can let go of my hand now."

Lady Melissa said after Duke Mason kept holding onto it for what seemed like minutes.

"Oh yeah, I was just testing to see if you'd noticed."

Duke Mason quickly made up a dumb excuse, embarrassed that he had been holding Lady Melissa's hand for so long.

"Since… you might have a hard time getting back into the Shayla estate. I've decided to be a good person and help you out."

Duke Mason said, holding Lady Melissa's hand before transporting her into the Shayla estate.

"Wh-"

Lady Melissa said, confused about what Duke Mason was doing.

"You're welcome, Lady Melissa."

Duke Mason replied, before giving her one last flirtatious smirk.

All of a sudden, Lady Melissa was teleported into her bathroom; which she had to say was pretty smart of Duke Mason.

Lady Melissa quickly talked to the 'fake' Lady Melissa.

'What time is it?'

Lady Melissa asked.

'Its 5 PM past 10 minutes right now.'

The 'fake' Lady Melissa quickly responded.

'Can you tell the teacher that you have to go to the toilet? And then later we'll switch.'

Lady Melissa said, explaining how she would switch back with the 'fake' Lady Melissa.

'Okay Melissa, give me a moment.'

The 'fake' Lady Melissa replied, going to ask the teacher to go to the toilet.

A few minutes later, the 'fake' Lady Melissa finally opened the bathroom, revealing Lady Melissa standing in one of the empty spots.

'I command you to come back inside of my red pendant on my neck.'

Lady Melissa telepathically commanded the 'fake' Lady Melissa and within a few seconds, the 'fake' Lady Melissa had disappeared going inside of the red pendant on Lady Melissa's neck.

'Thank you for replacing me.'

Lady Melissa said, thanking the 'fake' Lady Melissa for helping her out.

'No problem Melissa, but is it okay if every now and then I talk to you? It's a little lonely in this necklace of yours.'

The 'fake' Lady Melissa said, and Lady Melissa couldn't imagine what the 'fake' Lady Melissa was feeling.

'Of course it's fine! You're practically a part of me, so if you wanna talk or anything feel free too!'

Lady Melissa said, trying to comfort the 'fake' Lady Melissa's feeling of loneliness.

'Thank you Melissa.'

The fake Lady Melissa said.

Lady Melissa quickly went out of the bathroom after her little talk with the 'fake' Lady Melissa, and well luckily, the teacher didn't notice a difference, just immediately going back to discuss the topic in hand after Lady Melissa had left the bathroom.

After a few hours had passed, Lady Melissa's lessons had all finally finished and it was 8 PM now, she was about to shower before eating some dinner.

'Out of curiosity, since I only commanded you not to be able to hear my thoughts or feel my emotions, were you able to see from my point of view? Of what was happening just now?'

Lady Melissa asked, curious to know the answer.

'Your right, I could see things from your point of view.'

The 'fake' Lady Melissa quickly responded.

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