Romans & histoires But The Duke Isn't Home

“Well, I think you allowed her to make you forget about the plan we have tonight, Andrew,” Duke said, dropping the cigarette on the ground. Sarafina sighed, trying to maintain her patience as Duke's behavior got on her nerves, making her feel like dragging his hair completely out of his scalp. Andrew turned to Duke. “I didn't forget. I wanted you to understand that I have to take her home,” he explained. “She isn't a child, is she?” Duke stood up and approached them.

Duke did not speak to me for two weeks. “If this is a joke, then I’d have you know that it’s not funny. Where’s Amani? I left her in the care of the guards. I left her in your care. Where. Is. She?!” “She’s missing, okay?!” Duke growls. “She’s bloody missing. She ran away from the penthouse and she wouldn’t have resorted to such a risky move if you’d just tell her what the hell is going on and put an end to all of this drama. Now she’s nowhere to be seen and not answering her phone.

"How can there be any reason for you to doubt your strength? It's only unfortunate to them that they can't recognize you, that's why she can raise her voice and say such nonsense. Don't worry, I'll make them know who you are!" He turns to Lucien and the Pearsons and sneers evilly. "Since the Pearsons have gone blind after losing their properties and everything they owned, why not you do me the favor and allow me to open your eyes to the identity of the man before you? I know you all must have heard of Duke, haven't you? He–" "What is Duke?" Lucien laughs, interrupting him. "Is that the name of an animal? It does sound like one, doesn't it, my dear Brianna?"

“And you aren’t what she was supposed to get.” “‘Get’?” Duke’s mouth twitched in a snarl as she jabbed at him, his irritation rapidly rising. “The Duke Agency?” he read disdainfully, flipping the card over briefly and dismissing it in the same second. He knew a con when he saw one. “And what exactly is it that you supply?” “If you don’t know, then you obviously don’t belong here,” Rachel snapped. Standing on tiptoe, she craned her neck to see over his shoulder into the room. “Caitlyn!”

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.

“Who?” Jack and Mira asked in unison; they didn’t know the duke of Northington. The faces of the father and son paled, but it was only for a second before the Duke regained his composure and shook his head regretfully “No, we cannot count on the Duke of Worthington anymore.” Jack and Mira: “Huh?”

"Duke Everdale" Bloodshot irises looked up from the desk where papers were jumbled and arranged haphazardly. The Duke was in his late forties and had handsome features thus when the butler saw him as such he could not help but sigh and feel sorrow. Their mansion was once an impenetrable castle where not even a bird could enter without the permission of the Duke and two young masters but now it was all a shell made up of nothing but empty hallways.

Two days passed by. The door of the Duke's office burst open and the butler ran inside, completely breathless. "Why are you being noisy? Don't you want your head anymore?" Alexander muttered with furrowed brows as he smoked a cigar and did the paperwork. "Duke, the young duchess is here," Cornelius said with bated breath. The moment he had noticed the carriage of the North Maximillan duchy, he had run all the way to the Duke's office. "Oh, she must be here to meet Hayden to annul their engagement," Alexander said.

Neglecting his daughter wish he despised for killing his own and one only love, turning the girl onto the villainess of that served as pawn for him to control the throne trough political weddings! Someone knocked at the door and opened it after I gave permission, a woman dressed in maids clothes stood in front of the door and bowed in my direction then spoke. The duke? Speak of the devil and he shall appear… everything is going to clear up the moment I meet him… if his world is really from that game or not! The duke came in without permission; well it’s his house but still!

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