Novel & Cerita Duke In Bridgerton

Did I disappoint my husband because of that? "They said that you never also visited the training ground while I was away. Is that true?" Duke started eating, even in a simple way, he really does look like royalty. Well, he's a real royalty. The Lycan King to be exact. I lowered my head before I slowly nodded at him, "That's true."

The function hall was grand—chandeliers glittered overhead, jazz music filled the air, and people in suits and gowns mingled like they belonged to some elite society. Selene stepped in quietly, grabbing a glass of wine from a passing waiter. She had no intention of stealing attention, but as soon as she entered, camera flashes sparked. She smiled faintly and nodded, acknowledging them with grace. And then—she saw him. Duke. Standing at the center of the room in a navy tuxedo, tall, poised, and devastatingly more handsome than she remembered. Broader. Sharper. Like the years had carved him into something unshakable.

Just like the real Alessandra, she had also become a vital person in the political world. Everything was going perfectly until he appeared in front of her with a contract marriage offer. "However, Duke Alexander, why should I accept your offer?" Alessandra inquired. The man in front of her had long black hair and dead-looking gray eyes. He was the Duke of Terrence Duchy and one of the most handsome and powerful men in the world of the novel. But he had a questionable personality.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

The best way to do that was to get him married. “Tell me why you’re really here, Duke Kristen” Meanwhile, the conversation between the two egoistic males was taking a deep plunge. It was honestly interesting to watch. She knew what her husband wanted. She had coerced her brother into giving it. All that was left to do is sit and watch the drama unfold. “I wanted to acknowledge your influence in high society” “You didn’t care about that before. Oh, my father must’ve told you that I would soon become the Marquis of House Adamantine”

"Divorce won't be a quick process. The Duke won't be back anytime soon. We must be patient." Dorothy leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then let her enjoy her little kingdom for a while longer… and you, Vivi, use this chance. Get close to the Duke. Make him even more dependent on you." Vivian's smile turned predatory. "Exactly. I will stay glued to his side. I'll follow him to the battlefield if I have to. I will make him mine completely."

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” Lara quickly changed the subject. “Enough about me. What about you? Any special someone in your life?” Duke’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Actually, yes. I do have a partner.” Lara’s face lit up with excitement. “Really?! When can I meet her?” Duke chuckled, his amusement clear. “It’s a him.” Lara blinked. “... Huh?” “My partner is a man,” Duke clarified casually, as if he had just told her the weather forecast.

She found the coat around her shoulders warmer than her drapes, even his voice that seemed familiar brought warmth in her heart. She raised her head and saw a handsome man, almost the same skin color as her, with ink black hair standing next to her. 'Who might he be? His voice was so familiar to my ears. Especially those red eyes ...' "Insolence! How could a brat like you tell us what to do?! Tessa! Call all the knights and throw this bastard out of the gates!" The Duke yelled angrily. No one dared to talk back to him like this before. Why? Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family.

What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them. Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.

My head snapped towards it, my eyes growing large as I saw Duke stood there, a very sizable bulge in his trousers letting me know that he had seen the entire dance. "That," he said, walking into the room with the gait of a deadly predator, "was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life." His eyes were trained on me, never once leaving my face, letting me know that if he was the predator, I was most definitely his prey