A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

"Oh dear, Gabby! It's the letter from the duchess herself! She wish to hold a lunch with us. How great is that! This is magnificent!" "A lunch?" The girl who had been sitting beside the woman appeared shocked by this. "And by the duchess?! Is that correct, mama?" Her daughter, Gabriella moved quickly toward her mother to look over the letter which her mother had received. The girl quickly tore the envelope, and her eyes moving so rapidly that one might fear her eyeballs would fall from the quick movement. "A lunch with the duchess! Oh Heaven! This is the duchy's family emblem! She must had heard of my wonderful reputation amongst the ladies during the tea parties." The girl quickly created h

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

she mumbled and wanted to ask more questions when the Duke and Duchess of Lyria walked towards them. "She's more beautiful than I ever imagined,Your highness." Duchess Amberie smiled softly at Lia who stood up and bowed in respect for the Duke and Duchess.. "It's an honor to meet you both."she said politely and the Duke was truly impressed... "No, it's an honor to have you in Lyria, Your highness." Duke smiled at her.. "I hope he isn't being a puckering Old Wolf?" The Duchess asked and Damian glared at them.. Lia couldn't hold back her giggle and shook her head..

Rebecca flashed a glance at Zita, who was wearing a smile. "It seems you were right. The Lady does have an appetite." She replied jokingly. "You know Zita, you'll definitely make a good governess for the Lady." "Are you really that sure, Your grace? I don't have any knowledge of the role of a governess." Zita answered jovially, surprised at the position. "Well, you know the Lady-." The door opened and the Duke entered the room. Rebecca caught a glimpse of him and stopped. She looked away and had her eyes on her daughter. Zita turned to her side and saw him.

Anna Garcia came running over with the tablet in her arms, with a strange face: 'Sister Kristen Healey, it's so strange that you read the comments in the play. Kristen Oliver looked at the tablet, which showed 'The Phoenix Crys and the Moon Hearts', and the comments on it were all scolding mistress. And this scolded mistress seems to be her. Kristen Oliver looked speechless: 'I am a mistress, whose mistress is it?' Anna Garcia spoke carefully: 'It belongs to Mr. Wharton.' 'Bullshit.' Kristen Oliver couldn't help swearing: 'When did I become his mistress? Isn't this nonsense? Who is the Lord? '

The thick lips that used to be kissed are more enticing. The Duke’s formal dress consisted of a white shirt trimmed to the top and encircled by a cravat, a black vest, and a maroon suit matching his fiancee’s gown. A pin on Carleton’s family crest stuck in his pocket. It’s like Rosetta’s fallen in love again the umpteenth time. “Are you ready, My Lady?” asked Lucas, bending the elbow and letting Rosetta hold his hands around. “Yes, My Lord. Let’s go,“ replied Rosetta. Her smile grew wide.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

“What makes you think Duke will fall for me again?” Harry smirked. “He already did once.” That answer silenced me completely. “The difference now is that you won’t be the weak, vulnerable Ann he met before. This time, you become the woman he can never fully have.” I looked away immediately. A part of me hated how good that sounded. “The plan is simple,” Harry continued. “Go back to Louis. Become his PA again. You will naturally be around Duke constantly. Slowly, we pull him back in.” I blew out a tired breath. This sounded messy.

Duke Lancia slowly rised from his chairs and put a gold coin to the table, "This is for the soups," But Jenkin still froze to her place even after Duke left that place. Her heart beating so fast and she can't breath. If his daughter is a witch, then Duke Lancia himself is a satan! *** "But, are you sure about this, Miss? I heard South Island is.. tough," Mary said to Cecilia while they are in the carriage after buy so many books to the store. "The hardest the challenge I got, the better. I want to prove something to everyone who hated me," Cecilia said while she closed her second books about the reseach of wasteland with disappoinment.

"Every time he sees me, he just tries to send me away. Maybe I'm not his type." The Duke, clad only in a pair of breeches, arched a brow. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty. "Does he have a type?" "Most of the time, yes, petite, golden blonde, blue eyes... nothing out of the world." "Ugh," she scoffed, taming her raven-black hair with her fingertips. She was a stunning, full-figured woman with dark hair. Was she the Duke's type? If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit.