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“…If she gets close to me by chance, I’ll be force to separate you from her.” He threatened his wife. “If we aren’t welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from.” She replied boldly. “And you think I’ll allow you to go that easily?…You’re my wife and whatever I say stands. Don’t think you can get away from me easily.” ******************************************* Rebecca’s only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with anoth

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.

He was always too familiar with things that weren’t his. And surely, when we got to the main hall, he was there. Seated like a king. A glass of my brandy already in his hand, and a single suitcase beside him. “Dominic,” he said with a wide grin as soon as he saw me. Raising the glass as if to make a toast. His voice carried that same mocking warmth I’d known all my life. The kind that disguised command as jest. “My niece.” I stopped a few feet away, hands in pockets. “You should have called.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is that your dog?” I accused softly. The question wasn’t meant to anyone in specific. The Duke was watching me; his eyes burnt a hole in my face. His pupils darkened once our eyes met; he had them in purple again. I was surprised by their presence, the three of them in one place. My eyes seemed to not leave him as he did a new look. He cut his hair and dressed up neatly; he was as handsome as the first time I saw him. I felt happy for the thought we both cut our hairs. He had it brushed back from his forehead, like a gentleman. I pondered about the sorcery used to manage the strands in place with such volume. He wore a long black coat, a waistcoat of deep gr

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

she looked up at him with her eyelashes fluttering, “the Duke has me in the green room.” “The one furthest from mine!” Duchess Claire exclaimed from the other side of Eleanor, “What wonderful news! I’m sure you will enjoy his company after I retire tonight.” Beatrice’s mouth dropped open and Eleanor blinked in surprise, turning to stare at her new friend. “Do not worry about it, Eleanor. I have more than done my duty by the Duke. He had an heir and a spare before he wed me and I have given him two more boys and a girl. I have no want of more children. Since the healer's herbs don’t seem to prevent seed from taking root in me, he is free to seek his pleasure with anyone other than me.”

Amanda asked as if the girl's portrait could speak. The dust seems to have settled on the furniture of the rooms in the Duke Gramer residence. Amanda looked around the room and stopped at the window overlooking the garden to see Duke Gramer sitting on a bench frozen. 'He lost his only child, a daughter, and now his wife. How sad. It seems the Duke doesn't care about the mansion and its servants either.' Illarion was seen approaching the old man. While watching from a distance, Amanda muttered, “He respects the Duke so much. How did he treat his wife before?”

“For today we’ll lay low. Stay in the hotel. Tomorrow we’ll go back to Bucksnort and resume surveillance until . . . ” “Lemme guess. Until your date with Duke.” “We haven’t finalized it,” I snap defensively. “But . . . yeah . . . ” “Damn, girl, you have fallen hard for this hillbilly, haven’t you?” “For the last time, no. Duke is nothing to me but a piece of meat I am simultaneously using for the purpose of cleansing my palate of Nick-Fucking-Jin, and getting information for our assignment before I turn him into a literal piece of meat.”