Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Book The Duke And I

There was a double seat in one window where she sat reading another tome until the torches were blown out one by one until she was reading in the limited candlelight. The book was wrenched from her hands by a pair of large hands. The duke sat opposite of her and used her smaller candle to light the larger one which she had not noticed was by the window to illuminate the area. The duke smiled. "Why are you still awake? It's not the best for your health if you stay up so late waiting for me to return. Only the duchess does such things if I have done some things to upset her. It frightens me to see people like this."

" I was surprised and stunned by those words of her. She then smiled back to me and got inside her carriage. This time her smile contain coldness and jealousy. I was ready to let go of Duke and accept this woman as his wife but she hates me. "Why?"

Pardon me for the rush, but I can't wait to meet my future Duchess. Truly Yours, Duke Raziel Valen Donovan Duchy of Xynnar He had his signature at the end. Just like last time. But this time, she didn’t feel like vomiting in disgust. This time, she felt so excited. Vienna opened her cabinet to find the book, which is still intact. So that means she finished visiting Duke Raziel in his Rogue guild, and she hasn’t burned the book yet, and now she’ll have to meet with Duke Raziel.

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

Ellie said, pointing to a painting of a woman in very little clothing. Jasper grinned, he put his arms around Ellie his hands just underneath her breasts "She was a very, very bad girl. Her name was Gabrielle Teller, and she married the third duke. As you can tell, judging by her clothing or lack of it, she was a bit of a girl."

Then she sighed and looked back at the other nobles. "The eleventh Duke stated in the will that I shall be married in order to be a legitimate successor, is that correct?" she repeated. Everyone looked at one another before confirming it with a nod of their heads. "Indeed, Your Grace," Lord Albert said. "That is what it's said." And just like that, Violet Wintour said something that even her secretary couldn't have predicted. "Then so be it." ~*~

“I—“ He shook his head. “Even if I was interested in dating right now, it wouldn’t be you. How many times have you seen me before and not said a word. Do you even remember how mean you’ve been to me?” She flushed. “I haven’t—“ “My name is Duke,” he said, looking at her. “You sit in front of me in Frameworks. One the first day of classes, it was a literal monsoon outside and you asked your friend if you thought I was trying to embody a drowning dog.” My jaw dropped as her jaw dropped. I could see the understanding coming to her as she dragged her gaze over him. “I… I didn’t… You looked different.” “And you’re still a mean person. Please leave me alone.”

Duke nipped her ear and spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying sinful promises. “No, I wasn’t!” Adina evaded his lips and tongue. “Get off, I still want to read my book.” “Who was the one who impatiently chased the children away just now? And who was the one who hurried out of the bed to lock the door?” Duke trailed after her, giving her ear another nip. “Are you still saying no, hm?” “No, I’m really not in the mood!”

Their budding connection now seemed fragile, suspended in the uncertain space between duty and desire. With each passing step, Ava's thoughts wandered to the man she was meant to marry—the Duke of Cambridge. Whispers of his reputation seeped into her consciousness, casting a foreboding shadow over her heart. Rumors swirled about his cruel nature, his dark past, and a chilling tale of his involvement in his wife's demise. The stories painted the Duke as a figure shrouded in darkness, an enigma lurking within the grand halls of his ancestral estate. Tales of his icy demeanor and his propensity for manipulation echoed through the grapevine, leaving a trail of fear and unease in their wake.