Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This may sound absurd but….. I'm thinking of marrying Duke Vel Lavite.” “WHAT?!” He jumped up from his seat and protested loudly. I waved my hands to calm him down as I continued “I know it’s ridiculous but no one knows this world better than I do. I know what the duke is up to and the image he is creating right now is just a façade for his long-awaited reve—“

Harry nodded in understanding as made a careless remark “He must have gotten a divorce when the lass was sentenced.” “What divorce?” Duke Rovner asked anxiously as he heard the remark even though Harry was speaking to Matthew. “Eh?” Harry looked stunned, like a cat caught with his head in the milk pot; he pursed his lips as he hesitated with a conflicted expression. “From one father to another…” Duke Rovner made a sincere plea before promising “I promise you to owe you this favor on my honor.” “No need to owe me…” Harry waved his hand in disinterest “I don’t know if the news is reliable…. We heard it in passing.”

"You will never divorce me, Bella. Let me be very clear about that. Not through me, not through the King, not through anyone. The only way this marriage ends is if I decide to end it. That is the only way. What you want is completely irrelevant." “You just heard the King…” “I heard the King tell me I couldn't take a second Luna,” Andrew said. “I didn't hear him hand you a divorce. Those are two very different things.” He leaned back. "You're staying. Get used to it." I sat with that for a moment. The redness on my neck was starting to hurt properly now, a dull insistent sting that made it hard to think about anything else. I pressed my fingers against it lightly and looked out the window and

I gazed sharply at Duke as he tilted his head while eyeing the paper. "What am I, a fool? Why would I want to divorce my beloved wife?" Duke looked at me, smirking playfully. "Ah, my dear hopeless wife. This is all your fault after all. Bitch, you think I'll let you live the life you want and get me out of the picture so you two can happen? Until now, you're still up with your delusions, huh?" "What the fuck is he talking about?" Atlas muttered beside me. Oh damn!

“We’re done, Leonard. And the best thing you can do for me right now… is let me go.” His face twisted.. “I can’t,” he said. “You’re my wife—” He reached for me. But before his hand could touch me. Duke stepped in. Blocking him completely. “Stop this madness.” His voice was quiet. But deadly. “She doesn’t want you,” Duke said, his eyes locked on Leonard. “You’re divorced. Learn to accept it.” He took a step forward. “And if you don’t… I will make you.” Duke vowed. Leonard stared at him, stunned.

Duke said resolutely. His words caused everyone’s eyes to focus on him with worried looks creasing their brows. His angry eyes glared at his daughter’s worried expression and tear-filled gaze. “I have made up my mind, that I am going to marry you off so that I will no longer have to worry about your excesses. Then I can focus on my political career.” Duke stormed away, leaving them all shocked. “Honey,” Carla called cautiously but he didn’t respond. She hastily followed behind him, disappearing into the house after him.

He might not understand the true emotion of an artist, yet he is determined to support his wife and enjoy her happiness with an open heart. He cupped her face. "Baby, calm down..." He hugged her and she held onto him tightly, as Cameron turned around, covering them with his figure. As the Duke and the dutchess, they had their private spot and not everyone was allowed there. So, their interactions are kept hidden from the people. "I always knew you could do it, dark eyes and see? You did it. I may not know your James D, But I know my wife is blessed with magical hands."

She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden. "You don't have anything to worry about" Duke Arthur firmly said. "Grand Duke, your wedding is about to start," Charles said on the other side of the door. "Well now, let's get married" Arthur offered his hand to Beatrice with a huge smile on his face showing all of his perfect teeth. Beatrice is nervous about what will become of her after she gets married and lives in another place she is not familiar with while on the other hand, Arthur stands there calmly. The door went open showing the Grand Duke and the future Grand Duchess of Xylem