All Chapters of Duke Damian, The Duchess Wants a Divorce!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Their breaths were ragged, and the session finally ended with the two of them lying together. Selene was exhausted, yet still acutely aware of the weight of Damian's arm as he pulled her into a possessive embrace.Selene fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. When she finally opened her eyes, soft morning light was filtering through the curtains, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. She turned her head slightly and was met with the rare sight of Damian still fast asleep beside her.It was a rare sight. Usually, by the time she woke, the space beside her was cold. Damian almost never stayed until morning. There had been a lot of changes lately, and Selene herself didn't know how to interpret them.Perhaps they had continued until the pre-dawn hours, leaving him too drained to move. Or perhaps, because they were in his private chambers, he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down until the sun rose.She tried to shift her body, but she failed. Damian's heavy arm was draped firmly

"Do you find the Duke strange?" Selene asked Ivan as they walked together."Yes, my lady," Ivan replied honestly."So it isn't just my imagination," Selene murmured before moving on.Night had nearly fallen. Damian actually returned before dinner—just as he had promised—but he did not come alone. Vivian was clinging to him.From the second floor, Selene stared on coldly, her eyes hidden by ripples of emotion she couldn't control. They entered the hall, walking side by side, as if the world belonged to them alone."Damian…" Vivian's voice was sweet and wheedling, but beneath it lay an underlying pressure. Her fingers gripped his arm tightly, a desperate brand of ownership. She didn't seem to care about the dozens of servants watching them."Your mother and grandmother are gone. Are you still going to throw me out too?"The echo of her voice bounced off the high stone walls of the hall, creating a suffocating tension. Usually, Vivian and Damian maintained some semblance of distanc

"I will never let you go."Those words continued to ring in Selene's ears until the first light of dawn broke through the curtains. She woke before him, staring at the man lying by her side. Damian slept peacefully, as if the storm of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream. But for Selene, the scars and the invisible chains felt more real than ever.When Damian's eyes finally fluttered open, his gaze fell instantly upon her. A faint smile appeared, as if satisfied that his wife was still by his side."Are you just going to stare at me like that?" His voice was hoarse and low, making Selene stiffen."No. It's morning. You need to prepare for your departure," Selene replied, moving to sit up. The silk sheets slid down, exposing her pale shoulders to the cool morning air.Damian's gaze darkened. Instead of rising to prepare, he moved with sudden agility, sweeping Selene up into his arms."Damian!" Selene gasped, her body stiffening in his arms.His eyes were cold, ye

If Damian were to return... Selene would likely be gone.That was her resolve. She had a plan to escape, refusing to wait a moment longer. She knew it would all be in vain.However, her steps were halted just before the castle doors. Standing in her path was Vivian—a woman who always made sure to be the center of attention, draped in luxurious silk and shimmering jewels. Every detail of her appearance was polished to perfection, as if desperate for the world to know her worth.Selene looked at that face. It was a face built on a foundation of pretense that could no longer be hidden. Anyone watching could see the sheer arrogance and envy radiating from her. Even Vivian's flashy attire could not eclipse Selene's quiet, natural elegance."Don't let Damian kiss you in front of everyone, make you think he loves you," Vivian said coldly, her arms folded across her chest. Selene remained composed. "Thank you for the reminder."The response caught Vivian off guard. Usually, Selene would

"Now, that is my daughter," Dorothy said with a proud smile she couldn't suppress. Her eyes sparkled, filled with a mixture of adoration and ambition.Vivian returned the look with a triumphant grin, basking in the knowledge that this moment belonged entirely to her. She looked at her parents, her head held high, her posture graceful yet radiating a fierce self-confidence.A moment later, the family's head butler, Bernard, entered with swift but orderly steps. "Master, someone has arrived to deliver some items," he reported in a formal tone."Items?" Robert asked, his eyebrows arching. He was curious, but he hadn't expected anything truly shocking.Vivian practically leaped from her seat, her eyes alight. "It must be the car! Is it big?" she asked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, sounding almost like a little girl receiving the gift of her dreams.Dorothy clapped her hands, joining in the excitement. "Exactly, Vivian! This is something extraordinary. Imagine… a car! Even noble