Chapter 213: Wife Vs Mistress

This was now not just Priscilla's provocation. But both the women were like standing on the battlefield, fighting and injuring each other with words.

So what if you are his wife? She scoffed.

"Aren't you ashamed talking about such things in front of me? I'm Donovan's wife," Silja said between gritted teeth. Her head was on the verge of exploding. 

She has known from that start that Donovan has such a reputation with women, but he has assured that now that he has met her he will be loyal to her.

Silja also didn't think much about that, whatever his life was before she was something that can't be changed. And she has no right to get angry over that. Silja thought that it wasn't a big deal and didn't think much about it. But now that Priscilla was hearing talking such a thing Silja realised that she wasn't that much okay about it. 

Especially when his mistress came knocking on her door and said such things so bravely.

"Ashamed? Why would I?" Priscilla tucked the last piece of hair and completed the Silja hairstyle. 

"I didn't do anything wrong. What happened was wanted by both me and the prince," 

Then she moved towards the other things to help Silja do her makeup.

"You are his wife, don't you know what kind of man the prince is. Women fall for him just by his mere look while I have spent countless nights with him. I'm not ashamed that I love him and want him very much,"  Priscilla continued.

"You should have known this better than anyone as his wife. Didn't you fall for his charm and marry him too?" She added.

"Are you sure love is the proper word to describe the relationship between you and him?" Silja scoffed. She held Priscilla's hand which was about to apply a rogue on Silja's cheeks.

"Because I don't think that apart from spending a night with you, Donovan has any more impression of you," Silja stood up from her seat. 

"And if just spending the night is love then I'm afraid half of the north's women will come to my doorsteps claiming to be in love with Donovan," Silja turned around and looked at Priscilla who was standing there with narrowed eyes.

"Tell me how you are different?" Silja walked over and stood in front of Priscilla. Silja was one or two inches taller than Priscilla, so when she stood there in front of her with her beautiful wedding dress and nearly perfect look, her aura intimidated the other woman. Priscilla was shocked for a moment before she regained her composure.

"I'm different because I'm not one of those whores who open their legs to get in the prince's bed for some money. I'm not someone wandering on the street that the prince took a liking to. I'm a woman of noble birth and status. Not someone that he could sleep with and shake of responsibility," there was hidden meaning in her angry words. In other words, Donovan won't be able to just be treated as nothing, so what if is married, she won't let him go from her clutches.

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"Are you telling this to me or yourself?" Silja lifted her eyebrows looking at the woman.

"Women of Noble birth you said? If you were one you would have never done what you did today, coming here to share the story of your love in front of me," Silja snapped. Silja was disgusted by how Priscilla called the other women whore but felt that she was different. As a woman, how could she say such a thing?

"Are you here to scare me just because you have slept with him? Then I have to disappoint you because it doesn't matter how many women he has slept with before me. Now that I'm here he won't even look at anyone but me only," Silja said confidently. And she was sure about what she said. Silja was a proud woman. Be it her status or her husband she doesn't like sharing what is hers.

"Don't be so smug. I'm just here to give you a heads up so that you don't end up crying later on when you see prince Donovan with me," Priscilla tried to keep her confidence.

"Huh, do you think he will see you now that he has married me?" Silja let out a burst of heartfelt laughter as if she had heard some funny joke.

"Seems like you are overestimating your place lady Priscilla. Whatever it was between you guys was before Donovan married me," Silja scoffed. She was a legal wife. How could she back off?

"How are you certain?" Priscilla glared at Silja.

"Look at yourself and then me. Anyone could tell who is better," Silja scoffed. She didn't want to humiliate Priscilla that way. Being a woman herself it would be petty to insult other women with those words. But if Priscilla thought that Silja was some naive princess who will cry in the corner after hearing what she said then she was mistaking terribly.

"You…." 

"Shut up," before Priscilla could say anything Silja raised her hand. She had had enough.

"Sinthia…." Silja called for her maid and Sinthia came in the next second.

"Milady," Sinthia bowed her head.

"Send lady Priscilla out and make sure that she doesn't tire herself anymore by coming here to help me," Silja said and turned around.

"Huh, do you think you can get rid of those things just by throwing me out? You can't because this whole chamber is filled with the memory of what we did together. The bed there, the bathroom, the balcony and even the vanity you just used," Priscilla laughed out loud.

Sinthia walked ahead to shut her up and send her out but Priscilla shook her off.

"You think Prince Donovan is yours alone? You have no idea how many women have had a piece of him before you…" Priscilla scoffed and turned around walking away leaving Silja standing there in shock.

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