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"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.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

As we ate, so many people came for lunch too and even though I was so busy with the delicious grilled meat in front of me, I could hear some people keep taling about this specific topic. The duke's son is back. They said something about the young Lord of Vanle came upout of nowhere after a hundred years leaving without saying anything. Now this made me think back about what Declan say to Adam at the cave days ago. Lord Dawnbrook, he said. "Luca, who's the Duke's name?" I whispered it. I felt Declan and Finn halted from whatever they were doing. "The Duke? Julius Dawnbrook. I heard he is still ruling this land until now." He answered me calmly.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

He gestured to the young, dangerously arrogant man beside him. "Allow me to introduce Duke Cassius of the House of Laurent," Lord Aris declared, his heavy velvet voice echoing in the chamber. "He controls the largest private naval fleet in Europe and holds immense political power. And to secure our bloodline and completely erase the stain of your previous marriage... he is your new fiancé." The air in the room instantly turned to absolute zero. Duke Cassius stepped forward, his cold, emerald eyes completely devouring Zara's beautiful, tear-stained face. He reached out, attempting to smoothly take her hand.

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

The Duchess remembered Miss Tellaro's father, seemed to be pleased with the daughter, kept her talking for some time, and ended by sending her, a few weeks later, an invitation to join a house party at Belview. Miss Tellaro journeyed north in a private chaise, and arrived to find herself one of a distinguished company. Chief amongst the guests was the Duke of York, who had arrived a day earlier. His visit being quite unexpected, some slight disturbance had been caused, for the Duke of Aprize had been allotted the rooms that were invariably kept for York, and had had to be dispossessed in a hurry. However, as it was quite an understood thing that York and Alexandra should both have their part

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It was better than waiting. Once again, Beth was amazed at the size and beauty of Carlisle Crest. The hall was long and well-lit. A red rug ran its entire length as far as she could see. A couple of portraits decorated the walls by the door of the salon they had been in. In one, she saw the portrait of the Dowager Duchess holding the hand of a young boy. It had to be the Duke. He was smiling.