Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce dared to brazenly admit it in front of her, a blatant provocation. No one had ever treated her with such disdain from childhood to adulthood. Chiyuki, used to being pampered, shouted, “You wretch, looking for death. Today I’ll show you my power. I’ll tear your face apart and leave you with no place to be buried.”

As she spoke, she suddenly drew a soft whip from her waist and swung it high into the air, a silver light flashing. Joyce then realized that what Chiyuki had around her waist was not a belt but a flexible whip made of resilient steel. Such a whip would hurt terribly if it struck someone, especially the face, which would be ruined instantly.

Chiyuki aimed directly at Joyce’s face with the whip, intent on tearing apart this vixen. She raised the whip, ready to strike down hard. Unexpectedly, she felt a sudden pain in her wrist.

“Ouch!” she cried out in pain.

Her wrist went numb and weak, causing the whip to fall to the ground without hitting Joyce. Chiyuki grasped her wrist in disbelief; it hurt so much. A clear red mark was visible on her wrist as if something had hit it-numb and sore, she couldn’t hold anything.

“What did you do to me?” Chiyuki glared at Joyce fiercely.

At this moment, Joyce was playing with a pebble in her hand. Luckily, she had picked up two pebbles from the flower bed earlier and now they came in handy. It had been a while since she played darts; throwing stones was just as fun.

She tossed the pebble up and caught it again, repeating the motion. Really? Another soft whip? She had seen Athena with a similar one before. It seemed like women from the Yoshikawa family all had this habit-resorting to whips at the slightest disagreement. Where did this bad habit come from?

Chiyuki’s eyes were almost bulging as she stared at the pebble in Joyce’s hand. Could it be that this stone hit her? So accurately? How was that possible?

“Damn it! I must teach you a lesson today! Someone come!” Chiyuki shouted, and immediately a guard rushed over.

“Miss, what are your orders?”

Chiyuki pointed angrily at Joyce. “Kill this woman for me!”

The guard looked troubled; although he was a guard of the Yoshikawa family, he couldn’t act recklessly in front of the Crown Prince’s residence.

“Miss, this…”

Seeing the guard’s hesitation, Chiyuki flew into a rage and slapped him hard without mercy. “Useless!”

The guard was stunned by the slap and didn’t dare make a sound or have any objections.

At this critical moment, Joyce suddenly rushed forward in two steps and kicked the gun out of Chiyuki’s hand with a high kick. The gun flipped twice in the air before falling into Joyce’s outstretched hand with an elegant motion.

Then she swiftly disassembled the gun with such speed that no one could see clearly. The magazine was removed, and bullets fell one by one from her palm to the ground, rendering it harmless.

Both Chiyuki and the guard were stunned. Especially the guard; she dismantled his gun in seconds-simply amazing.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Joyce casually threw the disarmed gun back to the guard. “Keep an eye on your things. Guns are not toys for children.”

The guard instinctively responded, “Yes.”

Seeing her own guard being so submissive to Joyce made Chiyuki stomp her feet in anger. Children? Who was she calling a child? Insulting her?

She hadn’t expected this woman named Joyce to be so formidable-first taking her whip and then disarming her gun twice in a row, leaving her humiliated. It also deeply warned her that she was no match for this woman before her.

The woman brought back by Crown Prince Clint was no ordinary person!

“Who exactly are you?!” Chiyuki’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Didn’t I introduce myself just now? Didn’t hear clearly? Want me to say it again?” Joyce looked at Chiyuki amusedly. “Little sister, don’t come looking for me if you have issues; go find your Crown Prince brother. Got it? It’s useless to come after me. As long as your Crown Prince brother lets me go, I’ll leave as far as I can.”

After saying this, Joyce shrugged helplessly.

Chiyuki bit her lip. “Who are you calling little sister? How dare you?!”

“Heh heh, because I’m older than you.”

Joyce crossed her arms leisurely; clearly, Chiyuki was only in her early twenties.

At this moment, Clint seemed to have been informed of the commotion outside and walked out from inside.

“What happened?” he asked coldly.

As soon as Chiyuki saw Clint, she immediately changed her demeanor and wore an innocent smile on her face.

She rushed up and affectionately took Clint’s arm. “Crown Prince brother, I’ve been waiting for you for days. Have you returned to East Palace these days? I missed you so much.”

“Get to the point.” Clint brushed off Chiyuki coldly.

A flash of unwillingness crossed Chiyuki’s eyes as she stomped her foot. “Crown Prince brother, did you bring back a woman?!”

“You’ve seen it yourself; why ask? Pointless.”

Clint walked straight up to Joyce.

When he saw the whip on the ground and scattered bullets, he roughly understood what had happened.

The Yoshikawa family guard bowed respectfully. “Your Highness, I’m sorry.”

Clint waved his hand dismissively. “Leave now; next time you dare act recklessly here, don’t blame me for being rude.”

“Yes.” The Yoshikawa family guard quickly retreated.

Clint turned around and gave Chiyuki a harsh look. “Get lost back home. Don’t disgrace the Yoshikawa family here.”

Then he looked at Joyce with concern. “Are you alright? Sorry for scaring you. Ignore her; come with me inside; I’ll show you around.”

Chiyuki’s delicate face twisted with anger seeing Clint speak so kindly-no even humbly-to Joyce. She had never seen him like this before; he always carried himself with pride and aloofness.

“Crown Prince brother! Don’t forget we have an engagement! You’re driving me away for this woman?! Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Mother?!”

Clint couldn’t be bothered to respond to Chiyuki; he directly pulled Joyce away without looking back.

Furious beyond measure, Chiyuki stomped her feet repeatedly in rage-she was livid! She absolutely couldn’t swallow this humiliation!