Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Book The Duke And I

Rebecca saw the look he wore-certainly a sign for her to avoid him-and she swallowed nervously. "I-I will go and set the table for Her grace." Zita stuttered cowardly and quickly left the two. The bang of the door made Rebecca's heart beat to increase. Being left alone with the Duke made her nervous as she already was. The Duke stood a step forward, standing slightly opposite her. "I hope you like the room?" He asked her plainly. Rebecca nervously nodded and avoided eye contact. The Duke looked at her, and then her belly. He seethed at the sight of her pregnancy and heaved. He had his fist clenched behind him.

“Don’t tempt me to break you again tonight.” He rolled them over gently, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Break me, ruin me—just don’t stop touching me.” Her hands found his hair, tugging lightly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “We have three weeks,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise. “Think you’ll survive?” “With you?” Duke grinned, a look of mischievous satisfaction lighting his eyes. “Barely. But I’ll die a happy man.”

But then, unconsciously, he began reading it, I WOULD LOVE TO CONGRATULATE YOU, BUT I AM NOT IN SUPPORT OF THIS WEDDING… The Duke frowned, walked towards the dark terrace and leaned out, reading some more. DO NOT GET MARRIED TO THE VISCOUNT'S DAUGHTER, EVEN IF YOU WANT TO. I HAVE MY REASONS. AND IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY… YOU AND I WILL ATTEND HER FUNERAL. BEST WISHES, THE SCOTTISH DAMSEL.

As the best man no less! Should I really be surprised? “Gosh, that was lovely.” Marcus breathed next to me. I tore my eyes away from Cristo. “Hm? Yes, very.” “I guess I’m kind of a romantic.” He shrugged, “Weddings are so nice.” “It’s all just a show.” I shook my head. Marcus was silent beside me and I scanned for Aubrey. She was the bridesmaid and was to be positioned right by Blair Halls at all times. “You really think that?” he said. I looked over at him quickly because he sounded genuinely upset.

I said and the Duke looked at me wondering what I'm trying to say. "Your granddaughter can't hold the ducal title like me and my mother. You know this too, right? I'm sure you're gonna find a man who will love your granddaughter and treat her well. After all, my grandfather did the same. Have you met my father?" I looked at him and he seemed to understand what I meant.

Now…… “My lady, even if you cannot count on anyone else, I am always available to help you. I think it’s about time we send servants from your father’s house” “NO!” her reply was immediate and sharp, surprising the men. “Why don’t you want your servants to come? It’s a custom…….” “I understand your concerns, Bastian, Gerald, but if you send in the servants after seeing my condition, the duke would certainly think they are spies from father. The servants of the duke’s home are not as generous as he is so I fear they may be treated unjustly or perhaps killed. I am fine. I don’t need blood sacrifices on my head”

She continues to work, looking sad, but in her head, she is planning her coronation. “My Duchess,” Duke calls. Ada pretends not to hear her. She hoped Emma would answer and embarrass herself. “My Duchess,” Duke calls again but this time he is walking to her. “Yes, Your Grace,” Ada answers looking at him. “Please join me in the office,” Duke says before turning away. “Little Duchess.” Duke leans into Emma and gives her a kiss. “See you soon, My Duke,” Emma says. Ada clocks several Omegas rolling their eyes. “Duke,” Bär calls. “Where are you going?”

He felt intimate somehow. Ian shook his head before he was looking at the invitation that he was asked by the young queen to attend. He was holding his neck before he sighed. It's time for me to take a bride as well, he mused before he was remembering what his best friend, the Duke of Belikov was now happily married to his duchess. Ian sighed before he was shaking his head. He might have to find a bride but he will try to find someone that will not bother his life as much as falling in love with him.

She tossed her golden hair—the exact same shade as Selene's—with practiced arrogance. "That's fine," Selene said, looking at Ivan. "Serve her." "Yes, my lady," Ivan replied, though his distaste was obvious. Selene turned and walked away. Vivian immediately closed the distance to Ivan. "I want to see the Duke's chambers." "My apologies. The Duke's room is locked. No one is permitted inside without his permission," Ivan answered flatly. Vivian glared at him. "I will eventually be your mistress as well. Why are you being so stubborn?"