Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

A shelf had also been installed on the opposite corner, where more art materials were neatly stored. Both Duke Malcom and his son couldn't really see what she was painting as her body was blocking the drawing easel. When they finally stood behind Melissa, both father and son gasped and Duke Malcom's eyes reddened. Lord Melvin instantly uttered a word, "Mother" and his expression saddened. Melissa was painting a portrait of Duchess Rose Knight. The painting was so vivid, it was as if the late Duchess was standing right in front of them. When Melissa heard the sound, she quickly turned around and saw her family. She smiled weakly at them and put down her brush and palette. She went over and ga

She understood immediately, and automatically, she stood up and bowed at Soren. “Good day, Mr. Harlow. I’m Rowena, I’m new to the scene, so I hope you’ll watch over me in the future. ” He laughed out loud. “Not bad. She certainly is a rare, talented actress.”

she angrily accuses him. Celso backed away while shaking his head when he saw the woman holding a knife. "If you're going to abandon my son as well, you'd better join us in hell!" Rowena yelled after starting to stab Celso. Celso struggled with the woman; he used the pillow as protection. Dextrose has been removed from his arm, and it began bleeding. Rowena is stronger than him since he just got back from surgery. "Argh!" Rowena grinned when she saw that she had injured Celso's arm.

Later that night, she showed me that other rumors were wrong too. After five days, when the bonding was finally over, I almost turned into my animal self. Watching Chloe sleep, I got out of bed and heard some noise outside. I looked out the window and saw Rowena with a huge bunch of roses. The maid in the hallway said Rowena had been out there for five days. She would not leave despite two big storms and a fever. She just had the droopy roses replaced with fresh ones. However, I was just annoyed. Who was she trying to impress?

The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the cut on her arm that hadn't fully healed. Suddenly, she looked up and saw me. Her eyes lit up as she hurried over. "Thank you for helping me when I got injured that day. My boyfriend wants to treat you to dinner." In my past life, Micah once said that Rowena was different from the women who chased his wealth—that her eyes were clear and untouched, like a blank sheet of paper. I used to think that was laughable. But now, meeting her clear, sincere gaze, I couldn't find a single word to argue back.

McKinnon to ever storm into this house again as if he owns it. Mrs. Lachlan nodded thoughtfully, her determination unwavering. "I will handle my brother," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Turning to the woman assisting us, she instructed, "Please, show us your most beautiful collection of wedding dresses." The woman hesitated for a moment, but under Mrs. Lachlan's authoritative gaze, she nodded and began to lead us to the stunning array of dresses. With a slight pause, the woman assisting us gently asked, 'What are your preferences?' Her inquiry prompted Mrs. Lachlan to turn her expectant gaze towards me.

She deposited them on the table in front of Anna then bustled out again. The Duke went around the side of the desk, pulled open a drawer, retrieved something from it then came over to where Anna sat. The look in his eyes was hot, a flame that made it impossible for her to think. Then, much to her shock, he dropped down onto one knee in a sudden, graceful movement.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.

The words engraved in gold screamed louder than anything I have ever heard in my life. “An invitation to Nikolai’s birthday.” My teeth clenched when my eyes skated along the gold engraving! Because the invitation was extended not to me; but to RAYANA ELIZABETH MOUNTBATTEN, AKA THE ROYAL ARCHDUCHESS OF FAIRFAX. And my fucking wife at that!