Novel & Cerita Annabelle Dukes

Duke Alexander eyed Alessandra suspiciously who just beamed innocently at him. But it did not fool him. Since the moment he met her, he had known the manipulative soul lay behind her innocent smile. “The duke and duchess of Terrence duchy were murdered,” Alexander said with a smile. “Since the young duchess is comparing the two incidents, I am even more curious as to what happened to the Maximillan duchess and her family.”

This time too, Emilio remained in a good mood, even if Ariana didn't answer and continued to eat her food quietly. “I worked hard to take care of the matter of transferring power from Duke Andrew to his heir. Ana, I have officially announced that you have become the Duchess of Alison from now on. But for your safety ... We won't have a celebration because I'm afraid someone will hurt you if you leave this place."

“I have to deal with this chef issue. If they keep treating me like this……wait! Can’t I send for her? If she’s here, then my life will get easier. Since she happens to care for the duke a lot, she will be nice to me in public. Alright, let’s write to her” The woman that captured the fierce duke’s heart was the youngest princess, Alana Willow Ducroft. She was the daughter of a commoner who was raped by the king and forcefully brought into the palace. Her mother died when she was young and she became the abandoned princess. Her father didn’t even remember her name or her existence.

Ace was about to say something when Duke's phone started ringing. Duke saw it was her grandfather. Duke picked up the call.. "Yes, grandpa" "Tomorrow you will attend a event on my behalf. My friend will come there with his granddaughter. You have done few business with them. They known as Lockwood. I think she is a good girl. The rest is up to you" Mr. Rodgers said and disconnected the call before Duke refused. Duke sighed and put down the phone. The next day Anna opened her eyes when she heard a thud sound.

My voice was deep and deadly and I could see her pulse quickening from the tiny vein that stretched across her exposed neck as I took her number instead of her name. Annabella, a 25 years old petite stuny Lady, who had the right amount of flesh where it was most needed, just enough for me to grab and spread, with her silky, red locks that falls in waves behind her, her sharp features, and seductive Aura, made her my renown whore that I occasionally bedded and most of the times, sent on assassination sprees and somehow, she managed to be good at everything as she kept all her jobs perfectly done and clean and not just that, she always managed to get out of every hotel with my foes or rivals,

Madam Leanne studied the girl in front of her and instantly noticed her attire before she gasped loudly, "My Lady! What is that you're wearing??" "This? It's my dress." Melissa looked down at her dress while replying tactfully. "Hmmph! Is the Duke getting poorer by the day that his only precious daughter needs to wear a rag at home? And I take it you also went out in this attire, My Lady?" Madam Leanne squinted her eyes while asking. She was clearly displeased with how this young lady had dressed and clearly blamed Duke Malcom for the girl's misfortune. Seeing how this older matron had reprimanded her father without any reservation, Melissa felt guilty that Duke Malcom had taken the blame fo

But after crossing out all the obvious Annas from Dante's socials and social gossip boards, one stood out. Annabelle Bancroft. The only one who felt like a real possibility. Upper class. Daughter of some business tycoon. Picturesque reputation. No public scandals. No love affairs. No children. The only thing remotely scandalous was a single, blurry photo—her in a car with an unidentified man. Black Bentley. The picture was too grainy to tell who the man was and so was the plate number. They say she moved abroad five years ago. No goodbye post. No farewell gala. Just gone.

I introduced myself wanting to get to know the young woman,maybe I would see what my mother saw in her to make such a change, “Camilla,Ma” she answered politely, “Oh no,please just call me Annabelle” I opposed, “Okay,it is a pleasure to finally meet you,Annabelle,I have heard so much about you” she grinned, “All good things I hope?” I asked, “Yes,very good things” she answered with a smile,I nodded slowly turning my head back towards the window. As we approached the famous Oliver’s Estate I sighted the large building before we even got there, taking a deep breath I muttered to myself,

With a mixture of sorrow and determination, she steeled herself to face the unknown path ahead, ready to embrace her daughter's new form and support her through the uncharted territory of a life reborn. Locked away in the confines of the secret room, Annabelle remained unaware of her true identity, her memories a void waiting to be filled. Chole, burdened by the knowledge of Annabelle's past as Lilith, grappled with the complexities of the situation, her heart heavy with the weight of the decisions she had made.

The power of cloning never has failed, not only has it been written by many writers but the triplets of the Dark Mountain have always remained a mystery. “I am the youngest and most powerful, welcome home, my lord,” Annabelle says with a smirk. Her siblings just roll their eyes. It seems not to be the first time for her to show off. Mckenny did not know what to make of their meeting, he wanted to ask how long he was required to stay and what was needed of him, but knowing it could come out as rude, he chose to remain quiet.