Novel & Cerita But The Duke Isn't Home

He stared at them all awkwardly, muttered an excuse and continued hurrying to his house. He was at the house now and the only thing that filled his heads were thoughts of escaping from this place. Where to, he did not know. As usual, the twins were by themselves in the house, but Duke was nowhere to be found. “Where is Duke?” he asked, out of breath. “He is out playing soccer at the field.” The field! Anything could happen at the field. Before the police would come, it would be too late. Jason wanted to go to the city. He was tired of the countryside with its stupid superstitions and poverty.

Because of this, they already gave the impression that servants are not permitted. It is a result of how sensitive people are to cries for aid. It's a pretty astute maneuver from the Duke, or maybe the Duchess planned it all out? Who knows, but I'm convinced of one thing: no one in this noble family's home is innocent, even though at some point their fortune has grown suspiciously huge. I maintain control over my breathing until I hear more from the man whom the Duchess is still torturing. The sound of the unknown weapon the Duchess used, however, which had previously caused my ears to bleed, was overshadowed by silence after that.

Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”

Then, he turned his amethyst stare on the duke. "And you think that the young queen would ever learn about her own country if we're the ones that have to solve every problem that came her way? And how can she be a tough ruler if she did not even know how to handle the riots in her own dam country?!" Tom said as he was looking at Nick. Ian noticed that the duke was clenching his jaws and his hands were turning to fists. Then, Ian stepped between them before he broke out the fight that was bound to happen.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

"Duke, I'm not an ambitious man. But, that's okay. I will do what you want and help her with all I have." For some reason, Armano look satisfied. "That's better." Someone knocked the door for three times and a familiar heavy voice can be heard from behind of it, "Your Excellency, Young Miss is awake." "Call the doctor, Albert. I will be on my way." Duke said after he rose from his seat. "I understand. Please excuse me." Max followed the owner of the house, "Ah, finally! I'm relieved that she is okay." Armano stopped his movement, "After this, can you tell the Lancia's knights in the South Island to come back to the Capital?"

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

"Dad, are you sure this isn’t a scam? Is the letter legitimate?” “Yes, of course it’s legitimate and I know a scam when I see one.” His mouth thinned. “The son you were betrothed to is dead, but it doesn't matter. His first son, the new Duke, wishes to see you tomorrow night at Haerton so he can put his proposal to you.”

Chloe looked around. They are in a fine restaurant with a huge space. However, the whole place was empty but only two people. That's them. Alexander is sitting on the opposite, going through the menu. Gradually, he lost his patience and tossed the menu card on the table before calling the waiter, who was standing a bit away from them. Everyone was scared today. In the early morning, the Duke has arrived with a woman. God knows what's his plan but their life was in skate if anything goes wrong. So, everyone just rolled their sleeves and began working.

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.