Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And look where that got me. It got me a husband who slept around, making me a fool and a board of directors who think I am a joke. Caspian didn't poison me, Declan. He just reminded me that I could be my own person.” “Don't you get it?” Declan hissed. “He's using you!” “And so am I,” I shot back. “Who said men are the only ones who get to use a woman? He is the Alpha King. The wealthiest bachelor in the country. Being his woman comes with more privileges than our one-year marriage ever offered me,” I spat. “Why should I leave him now? Because you think he's not good for me?” He took a step back, his eyes flickering with emotions I didn't care to read.

“You’ve conquered a man no bullet, no blade could ever break. And now… I’m ruined for anyone but you.” Rhian smiled, her heart full, and nestled closer into his chest. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He chuckled low, his arm tightening around her, pulling her against his heartbeat. “Careful, love. When you mark a man like me, there’s no turning back. You’re bound to me now. Forever.” She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Forever sounds perfect.” The Mafia King, the man the world feared, held his wife like she was the only thing that mattered. And as sleep finally claimed her, Damon lay awake a little longer, watching her, vowing silently to protect her from everything—incl

The host is commenting on the pictures on the screen "...is most certainly not Mrs. King! Though the woman on the picture does look a bit like Mrs. King. I mean, look at that nose and that chin. Similar, you know! Nevertheless, James King has some explaining to do to wifie at home! Or...well, the King is a very private man so maybe...maybe he's divorced without telling anyone? Although I doubt it. It seems more likely that there's trouble in paradise. Our perfect King might finally have found a vice in his nature that" I turn off the TV. I call James again. Still no answer. I call Theo, his budyguard. No answer. I call Rob, his personal assistant who’s with him 80% of the day. No answer, Hav

“Now, why don’t you make me believe that you’ll truly stand by your words.” 7. Married To A Duke. (Intense-steamy) An arrange marriage. To a pretend King. To a Duke. To a Wolfe. I never thought I’d happily enter into one. But I did. Two broken hearts. Light tinted with darkness. Hope you like it. For the people who like their heroes dark and tortured. And heroine who didn't instantly fall head over her heels. Character development. And HEA.

He did it so carefully, as though he weren't the man who had just divorced me for the ninth time, and as though he weren't about to light up the entire city for another woman. He truly was a remarkable actor. He deceived those young women with their innocence and deceived me with promises of forever. I remembered what he'd told me after our first divorce: I was the only person he loved and that the women outside our marriage meant nothing and were just a bit of fun. I believed him. How pathetic. Not wanting to dwell on the past any longer, I decided to step outside for some air and clear my head. Just as I was about to stand, Ryland pressed a hand over mine. "Stay here and drink with everyon

Wischard asked. "Divorce is too troublesome and will have a negative impact on him if he marries Emily after so he would most likely depose her." Xavier said. "Yeah but if he does that he might inflict damage to Emily after all, we're family." I said. "So he'll assassinate you." Wyl said and I nodded. Everyone became silent. "Now let's say, the engagement got broken. I return to my house and marry another man. Do you think the duke will be very happy with that? His precious son will not be inheriting the ducal title." I explained.

“We haven't finished.” A displeased look flashes across my face. I give Bran a cue to take Isolde, and as he does, she spares a worried glance over her shoulder at me before the door closes. “Yes, Your Grace?” I ask, jaw locked, as I slip my hands into my pockets. “You’re going to divorce her, Drogo, and I shall have her in my abode,” the king says. “With all due respect, did your pea brain not get all that she just said?” I ask, and his eyes flash with anger. “She is content with me.”

The king’s jaw clenched again. “My king, people are dying,” Joe said quietly. “You don’t have a choice here.” I nodded in Joe’s direction, swirling the last drop of scotch in my glass. “Exactly. It’s just for three months. Then we can get a divorce. I would’ve preferred to divorce you the same day we get married, but we both know the law.” I placed the empty glass down gently. “A king needs to be married for at least three months before he can end it.”

the Duke's voice thundered through the king's chambers, the heavy oak door slamming against the stone wall as he burst in, his face a mask of fury and disbelief. Jasmine was on the massive four poster bed in her flowing white wedding gown, getting fucked silly by her own father. The Duke's intended didn't flinch. The fabric of her dress was hiked up around her waist, the bodice torn open to expose her full, heaving breasts that bounced wildly with each brutal thrust as she took her daddy's dick on all fours. King Aryan gripped her hips tightly, his muscular frame slick with sweat as he slammed into her with relentless force. His thick cock stretched her pussy wide, filling her completely.

Anaya rushed forward, she glanced at me once and looked away, too fast. “Duke, I asked you to leave right? In case you don't know, I'll be getting married soon, and this is my soon to be husband, Ryker.” Pride swelled in my chest as she said those sweet words. I thought she would be difficult after her dramatic exit but this was perfect. Acceptance. “That's a lie, he kissed you once doesn't mean he'll marry you.” The duke fellow uttered. Jealousy over his face. I smirked, stepped closer and said “well I'm going to get married to her and she's going to be my wife, but if you don't leave this room right now you're going to be the fool I beat up and sent to the hospital.”