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Dev felt like she was complimenting him too much, thus waved his hand. “Actually, it’s my pleasure to have a spar with you if possible. Also, I am here to congratulate you with your marriage with His Majesty, the Emperor. Because of my absence on your wedding day, I’ve been feeling guilty and felt like I should do a better job. Please forgive this servant of yours for daring not attending your wedding day, Your Majesty.” He bowed again as an action of loyalty and pleading for forgiveness. “Of course, Duke. I know that you have a lot of matters to deal with including the monsters. You’ve been busy and I know that you have a reasonable excuse as to why you couldn’t attend. But since you’re fin

But this time, the young Grand Duke looked so upset that Jordan wondered what Hertia was facing. "Regina," Hertia replied briefly. "What?" asked Jordan, not hearing what the duke said. "I'm waiting for Regina," Hertia said, repeating he words. Jordan was surprised to hear what the lord had said, he wondered what had made Hertia so upset. It was about the woman who was contractually married to the Grand Duke. How did Jordan know, since he was the one who took care of the contract papers that both husband and wife had to sign. "Sir, did I misunderstand you? Can you repeat what you just said?" asked Jordan, asking Hertia to repeat her question.

Marie's eyes widened but it quickly turned to a smile, "I never but you shouldn't worry. No one will know that you have faked a reason to refuse his marriage. The duchess is a terrifying woman. I remembered how once she had—" "Mother!" Gabby sighed in frustration, "You are making a terrible mistake! I had heard it from the maids! They claim that Dominic, the heir of the duchy is a very handsome man! Not to mention, all those rumors about his curse was all false!" Marie raised her eyebrows and shook her head, "You will believe their words, darling? We all know how he had been rumored cursed since he was younger." "But you don't know if those rumors are true either!" Gabby stomped on the floor

Looking at how our hands overlapped, it was bigger than mine. The massive explosion of yellow light on our hands made me close my eyes. What was happening? "Beth? Is that really you?" I turned into a statue. The Duke, who went into a deep slumber, scratched his eyes. His mind processed why a woman was sitting beside her bed. I watched as he sat on his bed to face me. If earlier I was a statue, now I became a sculpture hammered into pieces when he suddenly hugged me. "I'm sorry, I didn't save you. You had to marry a jerk prince from another kingdom. Don't worry, you won't be his wife for long."

I placed my glass on the railings and only then did I take the letter and unfolded it carefully. My Lord Duke Novellia, written on the letter. My eyes darted across the page, spotting my own name alongside the words "wedding" and "union." It did not take long before it dawned on me that this was a marriage proposal written by my father. I furrowed my brows as I took in the realisation that I was getting married, possibly, if he had agreed to. I tried to find comfort in the thought of marrying a duke, convincing myself that it would bring union and prestige to our family. Hold on, if this letter was sent to him, then the person that I was talking to right now is a…DUKE?!

I promise, ignoring Duke and forcing him down. Duke- Her wolf, oh my perfect mate wants us. Ariella steps away from the Warlock but stays between he and I. “Okay, I’m not in his arms anymore. I think you know I can’t be mated to you,” Ariella says with her eyebrows raised. “I was supposed to be mated to your sons.” Duke- They lose, we win. Say that, girls love that shit. I nod and take a deep breath, trying to control Duke. Her scent is calming me, even if it mixed with his right now. Duke is howling, soaking her in.

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

Observing her, Duri smelled something wrong in their relationship. "I have to ask one thing." Duri declared. "Go on!" Steven permitted with the proud look, pulling Abby closer to his body. "I want to talk to you alone," Duri proclaimed, firmly fixing his gaze at Abby. "I won't go anywhere. I'm her husband." Steven purposely acted rude to him. Abby kept quiet, letting Steven perform. "Then your wish!" Duri talked informally and looked at Abby before querying, "Are you two living under the same roof with the terms and conditions, which means contractual marriage, aren't you?"

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” Lara quickly changed the subject. “Enough about me. What about you? Any special someone in your life?” Duke’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Actually, yes. I do have a partner.” Lara’s face lit up with excitement. “Really?! When can I meet her?” Duke chuckled, his amusement clear. “It’s a him.” Lara blinked. “... Huh?” “My partner is a man,” Duke clarified casually, as if he had just told her the weather forecast.

Bhyron is more gorgeous than the villains in my favourite anime. Duke stands by his side in a marching suit, looking majestic as always. There’s something behind Bhyron’s eyes as he takes my hand. Something dark. Something that makes me want to run out of this garden screaming. But alas, the seconds tick off quickly and it’s finally time for me to say my vows. “Miss Amani, do you take Mr. Bhyron Macaulay as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?”