Duchess Debauchery Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

"I found something. Someone, actually. I thought it would be best if you heard it from me first." Victoria’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Who? Who have you found?" Before the Duke could answer, the door opened abruptly. Both Victoria and the Duke spun around to find a tall figure standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim light from the hallway. The figure’s features were hard to make out, but the posture, the air of confidence they carried, made Victoria’s heart skip a beat. She recognized that presence instantly. Isabella Deveaurux. She stood in the doorway, her eyes cold and calculating, her lips twisted into a small, smug smile. She was wearing a black leather jacket and pants, a fa

Maria patiently listened to Mai's story; the girl's voice was calm, but Maria knew this was only the calm before the storm. "The duke constantly spoiled the duchess and later his eldest daughter, big-sis Isis who was soon born. But even with his grand display of love and wealth, the duchess still did not return his love. Causing the duke great heartbreak, which later caused him to spiral out of control. One night, fed up with the duchess for not returning his love, the duke forced himself onto a maid who later bore him a second child.” Mai paused and tried to blink back her tears.

Then, as our broken mother tried to escape the estate with us in tow, the Duchess accused her of theft and a group of Knights that served the city attacked her, leaving her body in the streets while my brother and I hid behind a building. This was something that only I had known about. Something that I had never told my brother, because I knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking the Duchess’ life, thereby ruining any chance at achieving his goal of becoming a Knight. I had figured it all out on my own after we were forced into the Du Pleasant estate, finding torn and burnt documents with the Duchess’ handwriting detailing the abuse on my mother as well as the bonus payment h

Now that their lies and true colors have been revealed, their fake acting is ignored and nothing coming out of their mouth will be doing anything to make the others believe them. Just as Aldrich said before, they will be the ones killing themselves. And they have killed their connections and noble status in high society. They will be branded as nothing but dirty nobles defaming the princess of the empire. Duchess Loreant watched in silence as she witnessed everything went down, from the moment the princes deliberately started a conversation with Margaret up to now. Everything went exactly, up to each detail, like plans in the folder that the princes gave her. It was eerily the same that the

I look at Micah. "A puppet of the noblemen," he replies. "I am getting rid of them." I determinedly say. "Your highness's friend, too?" he asks about Duchess Winter. "I hope he's clean. If not, it isn't my place to cheat him out." I say with bitterness in my voice. "I believe he hasn't done anything bad." "I hope so too." Micah reassuringly smiles. I look at the page number that I have randomly turned into. Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.

"Blackwood Enterprises, 47th floor, executive suite. Report to my assistant Jennifer at 7:45 AM. She'll show you your desk and explain your duties. Don't be late. - D.B." Short. Professional. No warmth. No affection. Just instructions. She typed back: "I'll be there. Thank you for this chance." No response. She hadn't expected one. She set the phone down and whispered into the darkness: "I won't let you down. I promise. Whatever it takes. I'll prove I'm worth the risk." And across the city, in his study, Damien sat holding her necklace and thinking the exact same thing: Tomorrow, we'll see if love can survive betrayal. If submission can lead to forgiveness. If she's really willing to do what

Instead, he cleared his throat and stepped away, heading up to the wheel-house to start up the boat again. —-------------- “Squawk! Squeeze your glutes!” Bonnie glared at Duchess, who seemed to take her next snack as a given as she soared through the kitchen. “You have the worst timing on the…hey! What are you doing? Stop that!” Bonnie ducked as Duchess chucked a measuring cup from an open drawer at her. “Duchess, those aren’t toys.” She picked up the cup, then almost caught another in mid flight. Apparently entertained, Duchess stuck her beak into the junk drawer next to the sink and dug in.

"I witnessed how she treated her servants. There was a maid who accidentally spilled wine on her dress during a banquet. The poor girl was terrified and begging for forgiveness." “What did the duchess do?” "She smiled and told the girl it was fine, accidents happen. Then, after the banquet, she had the girl taken to the dungeons. She was beaten and left there for three days without food or water.” Bastian took a sharp breath. "That is barbaric." "That is Marianne," I corrected. "She manipulates and uses people, then discards them when they are no longer useful. And she does it all with a smile on her face."

POV: BRIGAIL The Deuce lounge on the Boulevard had the right kind of lighting. Low and forgiving. The music was just loud enough to drown out the conversations at neighboring booths. Pam was halfway through an impression of fourteen-year-old Eli performing Macbeth in a Swiss boarding school courtyard when Brigail had to put her drink down to stop it from spilling.

She's not the heiress of the Golden Age because it's been long stolen from them. She turned off the television and just stared at nowhere. Finally, the truth hit her. She's just a mistress. A kept woman of a rich man. She rolled and faced the other side of the bed and closed her eyes. She'll just sleep on it. Just when she's sleeping, she felt a warm wet body behind her and sucked her skin. She gasped and found his hard-on already behind her. "If you only joined me at the gym… we would both get a good sweat…" He pushed the covers, pulled her thighs, and spread it apart.