A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

For someone who had both the money and fame, it was a puzzle of how antisocial her young Duchess was. "I'll get the Maybach ready for you or you rather ride the chopper instead? It's an hour drive from here." "No, the car is fine. I don't mind the long drive, the longer the better," said the Duchess. "And thank you, Shirley." Shirley smiled and left the room. ~*~ Lady Florence burst through the door of Violet's office, all dressed up in her glamorous robe of glittering red and gold. "I thought you were ready," Florence said with a grunt.

"The Duke sent Miss Liana away in the middle of the night..." "Sent her to that beautiful estate in the south. He wouldn't want her to suffer the slightest discomfort." "Sigh, it was bound to happen. Ten years. Did they think no one knew?" "Ever since that ball ten years ago, Miss Liana has had him wrapped around her finger. At first, he worried because she was his adopted sister, but then..." "Then they started sleeping together almost every night the Duchess was away. The whole staff knew. Only Her Grace was kept in the dark."

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”

It seemed like someone had just bought the most expensive and tacky-looking things out of a catalog and thrown them all in the grand open-spaced living room and dining room and called it a day. Julia stood near the living room area and gestured for Charlotte to join her. She closed the door behind her and sat on a couch opposite Julia. The woman picked up a bell the second her behind touched the cushion and a woman in a maid's dress hurriedly appeared. "Yes, ma'am?" the woman said, her eyes glued to the floor. "What would you like to drink?" Julia said to Charlotte. "There's wine, champagne, anything you'd like." "Water is fine, thank you."

It was almost always entertaining to converse with him. "I hope your uncle will manage to be sensible over the issue..." Sir Nicholas was saying before stopping and in a different and quieter tone of voice said, "Devil take it; Lady Spode has spotted us. Why are you so blasted tall, and why does she have to be your sister-in-law?" Darcy repressed his own sigh once he saw Lady Spode, the former Caroline Bingley, heading their way. "I prefer to think of her as my sister-in-law's sister-in-law," he said quietly.

However, the next second when he helped his wife out of the car, all the people were stunned to see a very beautiful woman beside the infamous cold Duke. The way people were used to seeing the sun rising in the east, in the same way, they are used to seeing their cold Duke single. Most even predicted that the rumours were all truth, no lies. No woman would ever come in his dark life. Some elderly people even believe that the Duke is cursed. He would never get along with women. However, the appearance of this gorgeous woman did not only failed their predictions but shocked them to the fullest. How come their cold Duke let a woman stand beside them?

(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th) The Duke of Frozen Peak City were unable to refute anything nor he can even replied to the mocking tone of the Aeternum Colonel before him, as before he even got the chance to even utter a single word, a sword slashed already separating his head from his neck. All that he can do is watched as the Colonel mockingly smiled at his dead corpse. As the duke corpse started to lose it’s warmth, the dulled silenced throne room started to began to bustling with noises. At the same time, a blonde young woman entered the room, a very attractive looking woman in her middle 30’s, if there were any surviving subordinate of the Duke were in the room they would definitely recog

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

“Humans always lose something in order to be found. What are you seeking in the middle of the night?” “Serenity to my poor heart. You couldn’t sleep either, my Lady.” The woman in front of me was older than the portrait the Duke had in his room. However, her expression didn’t change; she had a gentle smile but piercing eyes. She was Lady Markbill and this Lady was someone the Duke couldn’t handle. She knew everything about him. When I was in the Palace, I listened to the maids saying she was the greatest villain society knew of. Rumors said she was the right hand of the previous queen, getting rid of anyone who offended her.

After a slight pause, the duchess turned her attention to a guest on her left, and Cassy was left to listen idly to the conversation flowing around her. She tried to pay attention but her gaze strayed again and again to where the duke sat at the head of the table. A beautiful blond woman sat next to him, very self-assured, very correct, and very flirtatious. Her snowy muslin gown revealed a generous bosom and she had obviously worked very hard to make the most of that asset. Her name, Cassy recalled with a pang, was Rebecca Spencer. Though reportedly engaged to another man, she was obviously after the duke of Eastland.