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Some were actually using it. A man, who introduced himself as Radcliff, greeted us at the door and escorted us to our rooms. By his accent and skin color, I guessed him to be from Jamaica, but the formality of his dress and behavior intimidated me into not questioning him about it. I marveled at the breathtaking décor as he guided us through the grand house that still contained much of its original furnishings. It was just my taste. It made me think of one of my favorite period television mini-series, “Downton Abby.” It so reminded me of that show that, if it wasn’t for the fact that Downton Abby was filmed in another country, I would have questioned if this house was used to film it.

"She deserves our respect, not our mockery." Drake ran a hand through his hair, his usual arrogance replaced by genuine confusion. "How did we not sense this before? Three years, and none of us realised?" "Because we weren't looking," Knight said softly, his gaze returning to the sleeping couple. "We saw what we expected to see, the Beta's overlooked daughter. Nothing more." The truth of his words settled over them like a physical weight. For years, they had dismissed Annabella, treating her presence in Lucious's life as a passing amusement rather than the profound connection it truly was.

Jonathan had his studies, and Cassy continued the rigorous training from Miss Abigail, the petite, cheerful woman with a mind like a steel trap when it came to social functions and the peerage. As Cassy's chaperone, Miss Abigail rarely left her charge's side. She had been employed by the dowager duchess to fend off gossips before it became known that the infamous 'Devil' Eastland had acquired a young and very pretty girl as his ward. The woman's reputation was impeccable, her knowledge of manners unrivalled. She would mould Lady Trenton into the soul of propriety and fully intended that the American girl take the ton by storm. And best of all, as the duchess had foreseen, she knew how to use

It's not like I'm lying; I am very nervous about how tonight is going to go, I'm also nervous about the next five and half months of my life is going to go. "Well try to relax, we're here now" Rhodes's soothing tone calms me for a moment as I look out the window. The car is travelling up a long gravel driveway that weaves around to the front of a large looking estate. A grand tall yellow building is wide open in front of us. Men and women draped in fine jewels and expensive suits ascend the staircase up into the expansive hall. It looks like something straight out of Downton Abbey, such a regal event where I will stick out like a sore thumb.

I’m more than my womb damn it! “I don’t follow…” Abbey says, making a face as she looks up from her book. I scoff at a bow on my chest as if it personally did something to offend me. I grab it, throw it to the floor and stomp on it. “Excuse me,” the dressmaker scolds. Abbey is instantly on her feet and in her face. “That is our next Queen you just raised your voice to servant,” Abbey shouts, as I watch the woman, who is easily three times Abbey’s age, cower and fall to her knees. My jaw falls at the spectacle.

One of the ops units came up after we did a headcount, the lack of Leon Shepard amongst these wolves making my hackles rise. “Spread out and search the estate, he was here and participating.” I told them, a sharp nod following as they turned to go. “Excuse me, constable.” A Zeta in a servants uniform spoke up, a bolo tie with a deep rich sphalerite gem showing he was more than likely the one in charge of staff, his eyes holding fear as he looked around at all of his bound workers. “But the Lord of the estate had been gone for the last twelve hours. This party was hosted by Lord DuVall under the pretense of a birthday party for his nephew since he is a long time friend of the Shepard’s. He al

Francis Braxton opened the main doors to the ballroom and announced in his best butlers voice. "My Lords, ladies and gentlemen, please be upstanding for his grace the Duke of Shettleham and her grace the Duchess of Shettleham." As Jasper and Ellie went to their places at the table, Gracie nudged Gabriel, who she had opted to sit next to "Why is Francis calling Aunt Ellie Grace? That's my name. Gabriel spent the next ten minutes explaining the terms of the nobility to Gracie.

he walked ahead of me and I followed him in. His mansion was so different than ours. He had everything. All the human-made things. I looked around with my mouth hung open. "Is that a TV?" I asked, I have heard about it but never seen it in real life. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Is that the first time you have seen a TV?" My cheeks heated up with embarrassment. "Um... Yeah, we don't have all this stuff. We are royals, remember?" "Why?" He asked, genuinely concerned. "Why can't you?"

He sighed, “My brother vastly underestimated the love you all share for each other, as well as your abilities.” I heard a thud behind me, and Rose screamed. I turned around to see Abby on the ground – the information must have been too much for her. Aryk ran up to her and confirmed my thoughts. “She fainted; she will be fine. I’m sure all of this information at once was a lot for her to handle on top of everything else.” “So, is that rumor true, as well?” The duke asked, “Is the Dowager Princess pregnant?” The word “dowager” was like a knife through the heart for all of us. None of us were ready to accept that Grayson was truly gone. Thank the gods Abby hadn’t heard him say that. Who knows w

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.