Duke Dennis Before Fame の小説・ストーリー

"Is that what you were trying to tell me earlier?" A hot flush stained her cheeks, but she couldn't deny it. "I suppose. Oh Jonathan! What shall I do?" "For God's sake, don't let him know it! Don't you know his reputation, Cass?" He asked irritably. When she shook her head, he shrugged with exasperation. "I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles."

Huh, the only cocktail he wanted was a Jagermeister and some Four X, mind you a nice bit o' smack would be cool. He'd been surprised when he'd got the letter from old Conway. His old mum had been right then he was a son of a Duke. He'd laughed all those years when she'd told him that his father would see 'im right. Nah, he wouldn't want to be a duke, just his money would do. Let high and mighty Jasper live on the bread line for a few years, see how he liked it.

"I took a few sips of Tequila. But... I'm sure I saw right. How about you dropping by later to confirm for yourself?" "There'll never be a need for that. I don't need to come confirm that." Dennis's voice was confident as he spoke. "Cardi can never own even a power bike all by herself, talk more of a Rolls... Duke! Get the fuck out of my phone. Call me back after taking a nap." "But Dennis I mean..." Dennis hung up with a smirk, cutting Duke off mid-sentence. To Dennis, Duke was too drunk and was saying absolute nonsense. With a sigh of relief, Dennis got up taking another sip from his wine.

to be able to stun those reporters and critics into silence? Dennis Westwood was supposed to be a useless piece of trash! Sure, he was known as a legendary genius during his years of studying at the university. But he was doomed to lead a life of poverty and failure right after he graduated! He was supposed to rely on Henry, begging him for scraps! Dennis was unable to produce a movie for more than a decade after he graduated! He was supposedly a goner! In fact, he should be a goner who couldn't do anything right now!

Too quiet. Then I saw him—coming from the opposite direction like fate had a sense of humor. "Hello, your majesty," Dennis said. He was smiling, but it was the kind of smile people practice in mirrors. Fake enough to reflect. "Afternoon," I replied. "Do you remember me? I'm the duke's nephew," Dennis said. "Is that who you are?" I raised a brow. "What a coincidence we're meeting like this. Would you like to have some tea?" he asked.

•A MAN DECEPTION GOT DECEIVED• Living in a life full of money, money that seems not to get empty in his bank. He helped too many orphans, he started being a philanthropist, donated enough bucks on cancer patients, started a party club where famous DJ's gets to the floor, and the food that he wants. From the ugly past of Duke Hermes he left behind, he became Alexis Peterson, taking his grandfather's name and his Mother's maiden name. He's now proud of himself, taking his path alone.

"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

The breaks were pathetically short, and the head seamstress ensured we didn't dillydally. Despite the strict schedule and watchful eyes, there was often whispered gossip that helped me understand my perilous mission better. Some stories even delved into the Duke's past, his parents, and the choices that shaped him into the man he was, with no scandals or love affairs to use against him.

Hopefully he was oblivious. As the day went on, the local news started zeroing in on Timothy in particular. As he brought Duke into the bath, they began asking him questions about his intent behind the fundraiser. “Most people probably don’t know, but I’m a huge fan of dogs,” he told them, giving the retriever a playful scratch under his ear. This was probably the first time he was willingly exposing Duke to the news. “This is my pal, Duke. I figured if he had fun with his Sunday baths, others would enjoy it just as much.”

“Hi, I’m Cricket.” “Oh, we know all about you ’round here,” Duke said grinning at Minus. “Is that so?” I asked. “Golden boy here moped all around the ranch for six months when he first got here on account’a you.” He leaned close to me. “There’s only one kinda sick that can make a man act like that. Woman sick,” he said dramatically. “Woman sick, huh?” I asked. Minus grinned sheepishly. “Alright, I think that’s about enough of that,” he said.