Disobey The Duke If You Dare นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

He chuckled. "Why are you whispering?" "I don't want our child knowing what I'm about to do to you. What would they think? Ellie laughed. "They would think that you are completely disreputable. My delicious disreputable duke." The End.

Victoria paced the confines of the dimly lit room, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The Duke's proposition echoed in her thoughts, each repetition amplifying her uncertainty. Aligning with him meant betraying Lord Thomas, but refusing could seal her fate in this perilous game of power. The door creaked open, and the Duke entered, his demeanor calm yet commanding. "Have you reached a decision, Victoria?" She halted, meeting his gaze with defiance. "You offer freedom, but at what cost? How can I trust you?"

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

Daniel chuckled at Magnolia’s impressive manipulation. “Papa, since I am all grown now, can you teach me how to use a sword?” The duke pondered his request as Magnolia eyed him. She was nervous for her son but at the same time, she wanted him to learn how to protect himself. “Only if your mama says yes.” Geoffrey turned to his mother with puppy eyes. He knew they worked on her every time. “Mama please, please, please.” “You have to promise me to be careful though, and to listen to everything the duke says.”

“Killing me won’t change the fact that everyone knows Rosetta is the true heir to everything your greed desires.” Nia, her chest heaving with effort, mustered the strength to glare at the Duke. “You’re a coward,” she spat, her voice defiant despite her pain. “Hiding behind your power while destroying everyone around you!” The Duke’s face contorted with rage, his hand raised as if to strike her, but Vivienne stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Save the fun for the ball,” she whispered, her tone dripping with mockery. The Duke paused, his lips curled into a dark grin as he lowered his hand. “You’re right,” he said, his gaze shifting back to Nia. “Tonight, we’ll make this a spectacle t

Pompous and self-assertive. Laura snorts. “Mom, there’s no way I’m marrying a man with an obtrusive behavior.” “That settles it, then. We’re not getting married,” he announced, not minding everyone’s distorted reactions. “Olivia…” Ophelia looks at her daughter whose eyes are filled with grimace as she stares at Duke on the other side of the table. Duke’s father, Edmond, on the other hand, carefully leaned towards his son’s ears before whispering, making sure no one on the table can hear them. "I remember warning you this morning. Stop being stubborn this instant,” he warned.