Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! Novels & Stories

Again Duke Alantoin and Queen Minerva widened their eyes at another unexpected news from the maid. “Th-this is very strange,” said Duke Alantoin, stuttering because he couldn't believe what he heard. “The Black Prince and his wife both filed for divorce, and the girl is no longer in the palace. As if saving his wife from murder on our part if that girl dares to file for divorce? Is this so weird? I feel something is off here.” Queen Minerva stared intently at her older brother, analyzing what had happened. "You're right this is very strange ..." she hangs.

Henry told him. Duke was listening to his grandfather on a shocking stage. His Grandfather's words sounded to him like the villain of a fairy tale. The one who wants to separate the hero and heroine by conspiring. I can't believe that girl did magic on his Grandfather that he was so obsessed with getting him married to that girl. "Did she tell you she wanted a divorce from her so-called husband? Did she tell you she wanted to marry me?" Duke asked his Grandfather.

he begged desperately and about to come closer to me when I signalled him not to take a step to me. “Can you hear yourself, Duke? Do you really think that is so easy to replace what you took away from me?” I asked, glaring on him, “It is not, Duke. You can't replace it and I already made up my mind. I still want a divorce. I should've know you more first before I entered this marriage.” “No! There is no divorce that going to happen!” He stood up and hold my face angrily. “You are only mine, Christmas!” “I am not yours anymore!” I yelled back that made him stop.

“You will marry Princess Eleanor of House Ashton. The announcement will be made within the month.” ‘Oh hell no.’ The laughter burst out of me before I could stop it. “You cannot be serious.” My mother chuckled. “I have never been more serious in my life.” “But I am only twenty-three.” “But you’re also a prince,” she snapped. “And princes marry for alliances.” “I’ll marry when I decide to,” I retorted. “You are done deciding.” I swung my legs off the bed and stood, with my hands holding onto my bedsheet. “You don’t get to auction me off like some antique material.”

"King Carl of Everton do you take Princess of Azrael as your wife and queen?" Carl sighed, thinking. I can't believe, I'm marrying this annoying Princess. After a few seconds, he replied "I do" Zara scoffed. What took him so long to reply. She should be the one thinking. After all, she was the one marrying such an arrogant person. "Princess Zara of Azrael do you take king Carl of Everton as your husband and king." Zara rolled her eyes. "I do" "I now pronounced you husband and wife, and also king and queen. You may now kiss the bride."

Then he bent down and picked up the sheet of paper. The faint rustling sound of the paper seemed unusually loud in the quiet room. He straightened up again and glanced at the words printed across the page. A moment later, he chuckled. It was not a warm laugh. It sounded more like disbelief mixed with irritation. “A divorce agreement?” he said with a chuckle as he lifted the paper slightly, turning his gaze back to Petra. His eyebrows raised as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Petra, are you out of your mind? You’re going to divorce me over something so small?”

So what option did they give you? "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Miner stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and Mr. Morton can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

Duke Conrad answered whilst about to kiss the back of her hand. Like lightning, Lianne pulled her hand away. “Have you forgotten who is the king? Don’t even think that you still want to claim the bargain you had with Garlow?!” she pointed out. “Well, the better it is, my princess!” he exclaimed which confused Lianne. She wanted to leave as soon as possible but with how the Duke didn’t show any worry, it made her want to investigate some more. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Justin is your Ex-husband, Alexa. He cheated on you with another woman and Lucas reported that he humiliated you at the cemetery…” He halted and immediately flashed a cruel glance at me. “Nobody ever messes with the Sullivan Family. I am the Duke of Sarto and no man has ever disrespected me! Justin Milton didn't just disrespect me, he also insulted me before so many people! By marrying you, cheating on you and drawing all those pints from your body…he has forfeited all his rights to taste our mercy!” Then he leaned closer to me, breathing hollow and loud. “Within twenty-four hours, I will make him suffer. Take away his company, his mansion and his livelihood! All that I need is your possess