Duchess Satine 소설 & 이야기

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.

A clear voice chimed from behind me. I tilted my body to the side because the guy was so fucking huge that he blocked my whole view. My jaw almost hang in awe at the sight before me, the voice belonged to a skinny girl, she was small, in all honesty, like maybe, five foot four. Her hair was purple from top to bottom with occasional azure blue and pink highlights, it was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a black tattered crop tee that showed off her belly button that was a deep blue stone and a blue denim shorts, hanging low on her hips, showing the v line of her hips smoothly.

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.

Something about her made all the sirens in my head go off, but I ignored the feeling for a moment of fantasy with my little archduchess. “Our best bottle here is Domaine De La Romanee, and it was given to the airport as an award for being the best airport in the air.” The lady informed, causing Viper to reveal all of his charms. The man knew how to get into ladies’ panties better than anybody else that I knew. If ever I would consider expanding to prostitution, I would fucking leave him in charge of that. “That’s just perfect. Now why don’t you be a good girl and bring it out for us?” He smiled his million-dollar smile, and I just sat waiting for all of that to be over.

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

Sergio says, watching the sun setting across the city skyline. He turns to look at Serena. “Don’t look at me like that,” Serena sighs, smiling. “It’s not like I haven’t tried. You know as well as I do that no one calls me Serena these days. They call me Duchess.” “Duchess? Really?” Sergio asks, frowning. “That sounds more like a title.” Serena chuckles. “Maybe someday. For now, I think it suits me well. Especially when people say ‘my Queen’ and bow.”

Fine, I'll change-should I poke their eyes out first? Before I entered a stall, I noticed a woman wearing skinny jeans and a sleeveless turtleneck crop top. She didn't seem to care what I wore-she was too busy applying lipstick. As I put on the dress from Sir Leo, I remembered seeing this exact design online. If I'm not mistaken, it's the Satin bustier dress with brassiere that costs around $2,545! The prettier it was, the more expensive it seemed. There were three paper bags. One held patent leather slingbacks with DG Karol heels, the other had a Jige Duo Touch wallet from Hermès. The shoes cost around $845, and the wallet was over $5,150.

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.