로그인After Letitia was sold to the Duke of Kerstone, the least she expected was the Duke telling her they were to get married. To say she was bewildered was an understatement. *** "Married?" She echoed his voice in the carriage and the man simply nodded his green emeralds twinkling in delight. Why he seemed happy, she had no absolute idea. He was getting married to her! An uncouth, rude woman! He knew nothing about her! Why in hell does he seem happy?! *** She had planned to marry the man that she loved and he loved her in return and not just jump into the marriage with a man, even though handsome and warm, she didn't know a thing about, though it was the custom and norms of the society very well known to her as well. But what choice did she have? She was sold. He had bought her. She belonged to him now. All of her. Her body and her soul. She had one thing to be thankful for though. Escaping the evil clutches of her Stepmother and her two daughters. Her situation was like jumping from fire into hot oil. Except the hot oil wasn't all that very much bad. Will she agree to marry him or just go along with her plan of running away? But, everyone has a dark side... A dark part they so badly want to bury, a secret they want to keep... Even if it's impossible. But when that secret is threatened after thrown into a life of dramas and setups? Will that secret remain a secret to the end? That dark side, would it still be buried until the end? Letitia really hoped it did. Find out in *THE DUKE'S BRIDE IS A MONSTER!* COVER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDITS TO OWNER.
더 보기"Hey... Letitia! Look at me... Snap out of it." Constance yelled shaking the frozen up Letitia.All was well until five minutes ago.Letitia had stumbled upon the kitchen and the smell of cooking porridge wafted into her nose. She immediately followed the pleasant smell before she found herself standing in front of a pit of pot filled with cooking porridge placed over the fire that was still very much alive.Once her eyes met with the fire and it reflected in her pupils, dancing... She froze reliving the moment her Mother died.All thoughts of hunger had gone down the drain. Her breathing became shagged and laboured. Her body broke out in a cold sweat as she shivered vigorously and coldly even though she was standing in front of an alive fire.Fear ran through her whole being while her Muscles shook in a cowardice act. "Run! Go... Letitia! Run!" "Mum!""Go, you fool! Please, Titia! Go!""No... I won't leave you...""Go!"And that, that was the last she heard. She was now standing i
"I... I mean... I don't... I...""Great. Then it is decided. We'll get married in two weeks' time."Letitia blinked once then twice at the man beneath her. What was wrong with him? It was like a screw had gone loose in his brain. He was acting... Shameless!"What are you thinking about?" He asked flicking her forehead lightly."What?" She questioned absentmindedly."Never mind." He replied with a sigh."Okay then." Immediately the sentence landed, a growl filled the coach. Letitia's eyes flew wide and she immediately pushed her hand up to cover her stomach as if to stop the sound from coming out.Embarrassingly, her eyes darted around the coach before she fixated it on the golden trinket that hung down the coach."Are you hungry?""No! Of course not." She lied almost immediately."Really?""Ye-" Growl.This was sheer embarrassment! Why would her stomach decide to demand for food now and here?! Had it growled in front of Farrell... Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be this embarrassed."
Once a confused Letitia, a fearful Constance and a stone faced Mateo reached the coach, the door was opened almost immediately.Letitia who was staring down at her feet was thinking and so she had no idea everyone was waiting on her right at that moment."My lady?" Constance called in a shaky breath.Letitia tilted her head instead of answering her maid. Or perhaps since Constance literally breathed out, she didn't hear anything."My lady?" Mateo called in a much louder and stronger voice which finally got her attention.She turned her head to their direction and blinked at them before looking at their surrounding."Who? Me?" She questioned pointing at herself."Yes. You." A voice came from behind her and she whipped her head around to see Rowan looking at her.She blinked at him before she decided she couldn't talk to him as he was going to be her master. And so, she turned her head back to it's original position to face Mateo."Whatever is the problem?" She questioned and Mateo bli
"Where is she?" Rowan asked his patience running thin. Through the corner of his eyes he saw Constance lips agape and her eyes widened. Still standing.He became furious. Even if she had been shocked, when would she snap out of her little dramatic shock?! She should be on her knees now with her lips kissing the ground not standing when even his best warrior, Mateo was on his knees!Like Constance was reading his mind, she fell to her knees almost immediately and blinked a few times before she finally bowed her head kissing the floor."Who, Your Grace?" Farrell asked and Rowan sighed."The woman you're harbouring. She ran from me. I'm here to bring her back," Rowan replied and Farrell's eyes widened.The woman he was harbouring...? It couldn't be Letitia right? "Exactly. Her. Ember eyes... Has a cut on her lips. That one you're thinking about." "Your... Grace... I... I don't... I don't know who you're talking——""Don't play games with me, Mister Gates. You don't want to," Rowan cut h






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