Novel & Cerita Duchess Satine Kryze

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

When Zack had finally come to his senses, he let go of the chair before he went back to sitting while looking at us. When Duke’s eyes met mine, I quickly moved to sit beside him. “Before anything else, allow me to introduce myself to our new Luna Queen.” I heard Duke’s cousin say in a serious tone this time. He stood up and faced me. “I am Alpha Damon Alexander of Crimson Pack and also our Lycan Alpha King’s older cousin. You can always be sure that I’ll be in your service, Luna Queen.” When he remained standing and bowing his head at me, I started feeling nervous as I didn't know how to respond to him. Lory is not here to whisper to me what I should do.

Unlike the duke, however, he possessed an easygoing personality. He smiled naturally as he greeted familiar nobles, causing several young noblewomen to blush. His popularity among the younger generation was obvious. Then... The hall became silent once again. Another figure stepped through the doorway. The only daughter of Duke Adrian. Lady Kyra Asterion. She possessed the timeless elegance of a goddess. Porcelain skin glowed beneath the crystal chandeliers. Long raven-black hair cascaded gracefully to her waist. Her ruby-red eyes shimmered with both warmth and quiet melancholy.

Seated at the front of the luxurious motorcycle, Tristan Vance held the handlebars with his steady hands, while Vivienne sat comfortably behind him that afternoon. Vivienne's curvy body, wrapped in a modern cream-colored knitted dress with a Korean aesthetic, fit her perfectly, radiating the dark charm of a cyber queen who had just claimed the highest throne in the international market that afternoon. Her long black hair swayed beautifully in the afternoon breeze.

I looked at her and smirked pointing at her dress. "Ah... Now I remember where I'd seen that dress.... Last month when I went to Bhendi bazaar. It was exactly the same." Her jaw dropped and she looked at me clearly pissed. "What the- this dress is from Paris! Everything fabulous that I own is either from Milan or Paris!" She huffed. I bit my laughter. Just then my phone rang. It was Nida. I got out leaving bitchy diva alone in the control room. "Hey....so..... how's it going?" She asked excitedly.

Daphne stepped out of the elevator with the same flawless confidence she had weaponized years ago. With her long curly brown hair, and expensive coat draped over her arm like she was in the middle of a photoshoot, she drew attention to herself effortlessly. Her blue eyes scanned the area like a hawk. She chuckled slightly. How lovely. Daphne Cooper. The face of the fashion brand, ‘Sattire.’ The elegant supermodel.

Her gown is a masterpiece. "Oh, speaking of you..." Adonis smiles, immediatdiately, Caitrona turns to take a look at the person. This girl... She mutters as her smiling expression was quickly replaced with shock. Adonis smiles. "Caitrona this is Madame Duilio. Madame Duilio, this is my wife, Caitrona Dellucci!" Madame Clelia Tussauds Duilio, Milan richest female, Auction founder. Caitrona stretch out her hand for an handshake. With her normal genuine smile as usual. "Nice to meet you Madame Duilio,"

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.