Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! Novels & Stories

I exclaimed. "Yes, indeed," Vincent said. "Duko and Tallulah had a son, Lycidas, who is the current King. But somehow, Daliah, the King's mother, didn't believe Lycidas' bloodline is pure. So, she declared that Duko was mad when he married Tallulah, so their marriage wasn't valid. Then, he exiled Lycidas to the North and drove Tallulah away. But the thing is, Tallulah was pregnant with Duko's child at that time."

Taking his place next to me, he hands Michael a new copy of the divorce paperwork in a thick manila envelope. “My attorneys will be contacting you about your son’s assault on my employee and my niece,” Hunter’s grin is feral, every one of his perfect teeth on display as he leans forward, forcing Michael to shrink under his imposing presence as he presses the envelope more firmly into his hand before letting go and saying, “Have a nice day.” The look of stunned shock on Michael's frightened face quickly changes to one of determination. "Is this our new game, Addy?" Michael pulls out the divorce papers, "Fine, I'll play. But know this," Michael grins as he slowly shreds the paperwork one page

He blinked again—slow, like he needed extra seconds to process the words. Then he shook his head, slow and final. “Unfortunately, Hazel… your marriage with the king is not one you can easily end.” My stomach dropped. He kept going, voice low, careful, like he was explaining something fragile that might break if he spoke too loud. “It’s the late king’s last request. That you both be married and produce the kingdom’s next heir. Your marriage is sealed by a blood decree. Nobody in the council—not even the high elders—is powerful enough to break it. The magic is tied to royal blood. It would take one of you dying to dissolve it. It's a forever thing.”

I pull it over my head. “I don’t know, maybe it’s best you sleep somewhere else in the house. Once we have this marriage out of the way then you will be King of the streets. We can get divorced not long after that should give you what you want.” Her voice is cold now, she is giving me whiplash. Divorce? We haven’t even gotten married yet. “It won’t work like that, Lucky. You will give me heirs.”

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."

Her decision still shuffled me, her decision is a big question mark to me. “ No, Sir, I will say this is the cleanest divorce that I have ever seen,” he told me with a shake of his head, he looked more amused than anything. Yeah, to me, it's not about having the cleanest divorce, it's finding out what game is this woman playing. She went into so much trouble to have me marry her, and she wants a divorce now with no money. I'm not buying it. She's up to something, and I know I won't like whatever she is cooking, whatever she has up her sleeves, I need to be prepared for it. One thing I know for sure she is not going to catch me off guard again.

The eunuchs stood in order in front of him waiting for his instructions; They were anxious for the king to spend the night with some concubine and thus secure the future of the dynasty with an heir. "Your Majesty, you wish... "I don't want anything, go away. The eunuch had failed in his objective and with no alternative withdrew with the entire army of eunuchs. The king devoted himself to watching the wood of his bonfire burn. He was not eager to visit any palace, he did not want to see the faces and fake smiles that all his wives addressed to him. With nothing else to do, the king fell asleep on his immense couch. The days in the palace had passed as slowly as the walk of a turtle and the w

His voice is soft but commanding, carrying the strength I’ve missed so much. “I’m divorced,” I tell him solemnly, my throat tight with emotion. The admission feels heavier than I expected, as though saying it out loud makes it more real. “Did you finally see the true face of that man?” he asks, his tone calm but sharp. I don’t respond. Instead, I let out a quiet sob, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. “Return home to the palace, my princess,” my father orders.

“Erm.. Madam, why exactly am I here then? I am of no importance in this place” She blinked and held the reins of her horse to a stop. “I have chosen you to be a bride for my son, I have also forwarded your divorce papers to one of the best law firms in the state, it took 24 hours to find out everything about you and I hear that your brother has been falsely accused” I nodded as I had no other words to say. Wait what the hell was going on?

he said now as she refused to look at him, “I would never allow them to do that to you. I will not. If you will not marry the duke, then not even the Queen of England can say otherwise.” “And what about you?” Cassy asked through the tears. “You heard master Nicholas. If you refuse to become the duke’s ward, then father and mother’s estate will be sold to taxes.” “I don’t care,” he said stubbornly. “I don’t mind having to work for the rest of my life to care for you if that is what needs to be done.”