Bridgerton Book The Duke And I Romane & Geschichten

Duke Malcom readily agreed to the plan, as he was worried about his daughter's health. However, when Duke Kensington heard this, he found himself reluctant to agree. In fact, if he's given the choice, he would've married her even in this state and transport her back to the Kensington's Estates so he could tend to her himself. The sight of the half-read book placed on the small table beside the bed could only mean one thing, the Prince had been visiting Lady Melissa in secret. Duke Kensington had seen the book in the Prince's study once. There was no mistake in that, what he feared had actually happened. With this knowledge, how could he agree to postpone the wedding? Someone's trying to snat

"No… it is my private matter, it doesn't have anything to do with you." 'Do you think I have to share my secrets with you when you don't mind sharing yours with me? Who gives you the right?' The Duke took his hand back and stared at her. However, the next moment, he moved forward quickly, and before she knew it, the book was already in his hands. "Stop…" She wanted to snatch it, but he was already passing the pages with a frown in his eyes.

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

The room was silent, save for the faint scratch of pen against paper. Alexandra’s lips curved upward, triumph barely contained, while Duke leaned back in his chair, jaw tight, breathing like a man carrying the weight of a world on his shoulders. He had saved Austen Holdings—but he hadn’t agreed to the engagement. Not yet. And that, Duke knew, would make her fury all the more dangerous. The chandelier’s light glinted off the polished table as Alexandra’s eyes met his. “We’ll see how long your pride holds, Duke.”

Of course, connected with the duke would bring the world under their feet. And here, this woman was always a mess in front of him. Always obliging to his domineering commands. Though everyone does. But, when it was her, he found it exciting for himself too. It's so pleasing. And sometimes frustrating. Specially, these days because of her pregnancy. Still, he decided to play with her a little bit. He bent down on her face deliberately fanning his hot breath on her face, as it was affecting her like crazy. "What is it, Dutchess? What do you want?" He seductively whispered in her ear and bit down on the ear lobe.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Lasers of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the scenery a-glow like melted platinum together with the tiny heavenly bodies glittering merrily in their lovely abode. '12th balcony to the left' is what I remembered to be Duke Vel Lavite's sanctuary in the Imperial Palace. I still remembered a scene from the book where he attended a banquet and got distressed by the number of ladies swarming around him. He felt nauseous from all the malicious attention directed towards him which is why he escaped and ran as fast as he could towards the long, dark corridor. It is also where he bumped into the female lead of the story. With her platinum blonde hair touching her shiny silver dress, it

Libba blushed and pointed towards the door and a pair of black bootsGodric's boots. "I'm sorry, Miss. I saw His Grace's boots and" "Never mind that, Libba. That man has an awful habit of throwing clothes about and leaving them places he shouldn't. It's no surprise he left them in my room." Managing the duke and getting him to value her above a mistress would not be easy. In order to make him fall in love with her enough to marry her, she'd have to figure out what made him tick.

He didn't even look up when he saw me standing in front of his desk. I was a little curious about the appearance of Duke Nigel. He never appeared in the novel because since Ario made his social debut on his eighteenth birthday, he had inherited the title of Grand Duke, and his father, Ian Nigel, had completely withdrawn from public life. This event took place before the beginning of the first act of the novel. I hesitated to bow to the duke. My posture might not have been accurate, but no one would correct a six-year-old. He finally looked up at me, his dark hair and bloodshot eyes. His handsome but emaciated face. The genes are really powerful, the Duke is practically the adult version of A

Viviane I must confess I was kind of upset after meeting the duke. Something is off with him, I don't like it. I don't like how he can pull me with his piercing stare. Thankfully, I got the opportunity of a brief meeting with my handsome futre husband his royal office and made the proper presentations with the lords. Later, I was escorted to the palace and settled in one of the wings next to the royal family.