All Chapters of Married To The Riveted Duke: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Williams kissed her passionately. Rebecca, almost lost in it, broke it. She panted as she furrowed her brow annoyingly. "What was that for?" She queried him. "You said I was jealous and I did that to show how jealous I can be if I see you close to other men. I guess it was a bad idea to bring you with me." He answered coldly, glancing at those who were still staring at them. Rebecca turned to her side and saw that most eyes were staring at her. Their mouth moved, murmuring almost to her hearing. She looked at Williams. "You are shamed of me?" She asked plainly. "I didn't say that. I only said that-." He replied coolly. "Well, you've proved your point. You should have gone with your beloved princess; you probably will be recognized than me." She said ironically. "Look, don't take what I had said the wrong way." He said, sensing she was angry through her tone. "If that's-." A guard walked towards them and cleared his throat. He interrupted Rebecca. "I'm sorry to interrupt you

Rebecca bit her lips nervously. Zita stood there, confused on what was going on. She glanced at the two-Rebecca and George-and waited for either one of them to shed light to what was said. "What do you mean daughter?" Rebecca stammered. "The one you had. I still can't believe you would hide such a news from me." George said coldly. "I clearly don't know what you are talking about." Rebecca denied, without making eye contact. "Don't play dumb, Becky. The truth is quite evident in this case." George said frigidly. "What's going on here?" George turned to his side when he recognized the voice. Fiona as well as her companion, Tracey, entered the living room. "Your Majesty," Fiona said airily, surprised to see her brother. She curtsied in front of him. "Oh, Your Majesty! It's a pleasure to see you again." Tracey said happily. "I don't feel the same." George said bluntly. He diverted his attention to Rebecca. "If you keep stalling, I'll go and get my daughter myself.

The carriage pulled over at the entrance of the castle. The horseman got down and opened it for Rebecca. Rebecca smiled at him faintly and got out while carrying Catherine. She glanced at the castle and then her daughter. She heaved and walked to the door. The guard at the entrance pulled it open for her. Rebecca, unused to such treatment, entered inside. She walked through the corridor and arrived at the throne room. She saw the maids standing on a queue. They curtsied in front of her. "Was this really necessary?" She said inwardly. "You decided to come." Rebecca turned to her side and saw Violet. Her facial expression wasn't welcoming and her tone sounded a bit harsh. Rebecca swallowed nervously and glanced at Catherine, who babbled as she tried to pull her mother's curly hair. "Your Majesty." She acknowledged her and curtsied. Violet rolled her eyes and looked at her sternly. "You can quit the good girl act. I have already learnt about your affair with my husband. And to th

"Your grace?" The knock on the door disrupted Rebecca's sleep. She blearily opened her eyes and sluggishly sat up. She covered her mouth as she yawned. She removed the duvet and stood on her feet. She walked towards the door. Rebecca pulled the door open and saw Zita. "Zita, you-." "I'm sorry to wake you, Duchess but you've visitors. They are waiting for you in the living room." Zita said quickly, feeling edgy. "Visitors?" Rebecca asked doubtfully. Zita replied in a nod. Rebecca looked away from the door and glanced at the cot. Catherine was still asleep. "You..." She said as she faced Zita, "...look after the Lady while I go and meet the visitors." "Okay, Your grace. But whatever that happens, please don't leave." Zita said coaxingly. Rebecca became perplexed. She wanted to ask more questions but refrained from doing so. She left the room and climbed down the stairs. Halfway down, she saw everyone, asides the stewards and the maid, in the living room. Williams sat down on

Rebecca was caught off guard and felt the liquid dripping down her hair. Fiona picked the bottle from the table and emptied the liquid on Rebecca. She smirked as she kept the empty bottle back on the table. "That was refreshing. Wasn't it, Duchess?" She said gleefully. Zita gasped when she watched how her mistress was humiliated. She turned to her side, eager to know what her master's reaction would be. Rebecca stood up from the chair and scowled at Fiona. "It was." She answered ironically. Williams angrily stood on his feet and walked towards Fiona. He grasped her arm and pulled her back to the house. "Let go of me!" She said as she struggled to break free. Williams tightened his grip each time she talked. He dragged to the living room and let go of her. Fiona lost her balance and fell to the floor. She sat up and wore an angry look. "Thomas!" He called him sternly. Fiona stood on her feet and dusted her dress. Rebecca and Zita entered the room minutes later. "Thomas!" He