Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Books The Duke And I

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

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

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?”

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.”

I was given the bare minimum a daughter of a duke should have. Outside the house my father and stepmother made sure, it looks like they were taking really good care of me but in reality they can't wait to get rid of me. For my father to pass down the duke title to my stepbrother, I, who is the legitimate heir, should be incapable of inheriting the title. How can I be incapable of inheriting the title? If I die or if I were to be married off to someone with higher rank. In the case of our ducal house, if I got engaged to royalty. If I get engaged to anyone of lower rank than my ducal house, they will be married into the ducal house and would be the next duke since I'm the only one with the Ga

“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.”

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.”

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?"

She munmbled to the man to see him smile again. Dropping the items carefully on the table, she walked out of the kitchen to the huge living room to see her sister Melinda and along her was Herbert, Yuan and the Duke. The very same Duke her sister had been pestering her about. "Good day everyone." She greeted, winking at Yuan who gestured with her eyes to see who was with them. "Duke.. Good day Milord." Beatrice completed, and the Duke gave a faint smile. "It is Duke Damian and I accidentally met your sister outside Town and fortunately I was heading here as well." The Duke said,to have Beatrice nod.

I was the one to come up with those conditions. He sighed. ‘That promise cannot be broken.’ The duke tried to read the paper again, but the image of Magnolia’s scars was too vivid to push away. He frowned. ‘There were so many.’ He wondered how painful they were when they were inflicted on her, and who dared hurt her. Suddenly, Daniel found himself fuming. His lust for killing was fully awake. ‘I would love to rip apart every limb of whoever laid hands on her.’ His hand trembled. “Henry.” He looked at his assistant who stiffened as soon as his eyes met the chilling gaze of the duke. “I need you to take care of something for me.” His voice was frosty and threatening.