Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

After a slight pause, the duchess turned her attention to a guest on her left, and Cassy was left to listen idly to the conversation flowing around her. She tried to pay attention but her gaze strayed again and again to where the duke sat at the head of the table. A beautiful blond woman sat next to him, very self-assured, very correct, and very flirtatious. Her snowy muslin gown revealed a generous bosom and she had obviously worked very hard to make the most of that asset. Her name, Cassy recalled with a pang, was Rebecca Spencer. Though reportedly engaged to another man, she was obviously after the duke of Eastland.

I went down as well but stood a bit far off away from them. The Whites walked in, Mr. Brian Whites who is my father’s friend and also shares a deep friendship with my real father held his hands wife as they both smiled. His wife, Mrs. Sasha Whites, was one of the biggest fashion models in her prime before she fell off due to being married, her beauty did pass on greatly to her daughter, Selma. Selma as I have understood was Abigail’s ex, I haven’t known why they broken up but it seems to have been something really bad because of the way Abigail brushes off any topic brought up by his mother regarding her.

She called out, and I nodded with understanding. “It must have been crazy though,” I said with a small knit of my eyebrows. “Oh, you know the good ol’ fashion runways. But as always, your girl nailed it. Did you by any chance get to watch it?” She smiled from ear to ear, and I pursed my lips before shaking my head no. “Urgh. You are infuriating. But, you are lucky I saved the good ones for you. I am going to send them later. But right now, let’s talk about our plans with the Archduchess of Fairefax.”

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

someone shouted. Dante strode in confidently, exuding quiet royalty. He wore a tailored black tuxedo with deep satin lapels, a crisp white shirt, and a sleek black bow tie. His polished Oxford shoes gleamed beneath the chandeliers. Beside him stood a tall, slender woman with flawless fair skin. She wore a floor-length red satin gown with a low back and a thigh-high slit. Diamond drop earrings sparkled under the lights, and crystal stilettos completed her look. Her black hair cascaded in soft curls over one shoulder, red lipstick gracing her lips.

DARIUS I watched the omega servants, who were victims of debts just like Juliette, but silent and obedient, bathe Juliette in my jacuzzi. Her face was scrunched up in distress, and it filled me with satisfaction. As soon as the servants were done bathing her, they dried her up and draped her in a wine colored silk maxi dress I had chosen earlier. They bathed her in my cologne as I had instructed. After which Juliette was led to a chair I had placed in the centre of my chamber. She sat down under my instruction, her brows creasing into a frown.

Tonight’s charity gala was not just a fundraiser, it was a confrontation decades in the making. Juliette stood poised at the top of the grand staircase, regal in a burgundy silk gown that cascaded like blood-red waves. Her chignon revealed the delicate curve of her neck, but her eyes were hard, scanning the crowd with purpose. Every inch of her appearance was carefully chosen not to impress, but to intimidate. She was no longer the forgotten wife. She was the storm that Celeste had never anticipated.

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

Dew was holding Duke’s arm. It was her first time attending a banquet with Duke. She had looked forward to this for four years, and her wish finally came true tonight. She knew that George must have talked to Duke. Hence, this man had brought her to this important business banquet. She had purposely dressed up for tonight. She was wearing an $ 800,000-worth ocean starlight dress with Chanel’s new limited edition diamond necklace. Besides, the leather purse in her hand was also custom-made and unique in the world. Her outfit was destined to make her the most dazzling woman in the banquet.

It was like seeing a goddess. Her hair was a pale purple–a faint lavender, it seemed to reflect a cool cold light. Her eyes were closed, and her body looked tiny on the giant wolf's back. But oh, her face was a face that wouldn't be forgotten in everyone's mind, easily imprinted on their memories. This was the second time they had seen their new Duchess figure. The first time was during the Old Duke's victory party after the war in the West. And at that time, the Luna was wearing a formal dress.