Duchess Debauchery Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

She acted like I was nothing but a piece of shit, she was trying to wash off. The evening came too quickly. Cameras flashed as we stepped out of the car, the mansion entrance glowing with light. Aurora’s arm was in mine, her ivory dress flowing like moonlight against the dark night. We were a picture of unity, of wealth and the Blackwood name embodied. Inside, the chandeliers glittered. The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmur of business talk filled the air. As we crossed the hall, the announcer’s voice rang out clearly:

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

Farrers had made a monumental error. In his panic, in allowing every servant to charge into the room with his supplies instead of sending for me, or one trusted valet he had opened himself to the wolves. The gossip pages had him now. /Duke of Tarrick near death. Young, pregnant Duchess distraught/ read the more professional papers. /Dirty Duke! Tarrick is Sick with a pain in his Pr–-/ were some of the less savoury attempts.

"Are you still planning to go to the library?" "Yes, I am. Do you need something?" "Have you been feeling okay?" "Um... yes? Why do you ask?" "Oh, good. You have been going to bed awfully early. I was getting worried you might be coming down with something." A blush scorched my cheeks. The Duke's touch had ignited a relentless wildfire within me I failed to douse. Every time I replayed the scene in my mind, I felt a yearning for him I couldn't explain. Touching myself was the only way to stay sane, every night and early morning. The relief was fleeting. It was nowhere close to the explosive orgasm but---

But, it cannot be denied that they are talented. “Mmmhh, what’s that?” Clandes jerked a little bit when someone whispered right in her ear. She looked at the man with a furious face but the man only chuckled. “Just kidding,” Mauvais said and sat beside her. “So, what’s that?” “A book, obviously.” Mauvais frowned at her. “What’s wrong with you. You’re so grumpy.” “Nothing.” Clandes kept the book and napped. She was not in the mood to talk. She felt weird lately since she read the novel of Lilia Desaix. There’s something from the novel that changed the way she talks, moves, and thinks.

Penny urged. So much for not allowing himself to get distracted. He opened the book and scanned the table of contents. “Penny, this is great stuff.” He turned a couple of pages, mesmerized by the plans of the house and a portrait of René de Montalt, the 9th Duc, dated 1787, two years before the family fled to England. “Glad to be of service. I’ll leave you to it as I can see you’re hooked. Oh, and check out how it all ended. Pretty ironic as the last Duc, head of these Satanists, Devil worshippers or whatever they called themselves, burned to death.”

He bid his good bye and closed his door after he heard Liam closing his bedroom and switched the lights off. Lucas wasn’t sleepy. He took a warm bath, thinking about the meeting he had to attend. He had a hunch that someone was selling their secrets to their enemies. And finally tonight the traitor was caught. Though he was a little fish, he couldn’t manage to make huge money but still. There was no word like deceiving in Lucas's dictionary. He made sure that the traitor would pay for his deeds before he would meet his death. And only then he came back to get Liam.

“Althea. Cycle 127. Two days after, she ended her life. Just a small change. His wealth still fell apart, though it moved more slowly once she was gone She replaces the book and picks up another. “‘The Duke watched me today at the ball. His eyes are like frost on a grave. I must make him see me.’” She smiles thinly. “Corvina. Cycle 211. She tried to seduce him. Far from court, he sent her away because she played too deep in politics. In a quiet nunnery, sickness took her life

“I knew everything that happened in the DaCosta household as if I lived here. If Anthony didn’t have the cops in his pocket, he’d still be in jail by now.” “For what?” Instead of answering Kate’s question, Duchess laughed and took a big sip of champagne. “I hope you came with a driver. I can see that you’re already wasted,” Kate commented. “I’m not drunk, my dear,” Duchess assured her. “You know what, I shouldn’t tell you this but I will. Your husband isn’t who you think he is. He has done some very questionable things and gotten away with them. You should be very very careful in your dealings with him.”

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled contentedly in his new carrier, a fancy wicker basket lined with piles