Duke Orsino She's The Man Novels & Stories

“Olivia Reign. Your bride-to-be. You have to come with me to meet her in Reign mansion two days from now.” Duke takes the photo from his father’s hand before speaking. “She looks just like her,” he whispered. Edmond raised an eyebrow as he asked, “Have you met her?” “No,” Duke quickly answered, before turning his gaze outside the tinted window. “But the woman...” The woman is not on the other side of the road anymore. “Woman?”

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.

"May I ask how you know me?" Instead of speaking, the woman lifted a hand and allowed it to connect with my cheek in a fierce slap that caused my jaw to pop and pain to radiate through my head. "How dare you!" The woman snarled as she lifted her hand for another attack. "Who do you think you are to seduce Elias?" "Who do I think I am?" I asked as my anger began to boil. "Who are you to smack me and scold me out of nowhere?" "Who am I?" The woman asked, smirking. "I am Veronica Van Syran; I am the Duke of Syran's daughter and Prince Elias' fiance."

Orseus eyeballed the scroll before lifting his head. “Duke Silverstone…” He called out to Duke Silverstone in a loud authoritative voice and waved his hand beckoning him to step forward. Duke Silverstone stepped forward without hesitation and knelt in the same position as he did previously; he would obey his king’s orders without hesitation and defiance, whether it was glory or shame. “I, Orseus Cornelius the second, with the power ordained to me by the ancestors, bestow you with the title of Duke of Essendon.”

"Today, you have to answer why you don't like me. What does Duke have that I don't? I have money, wealth, power, a luxurious mansion, expensive cars, bikes, unlimited Bank card, none of which Duke has. Then why are you rejecting me again and again and choosing the bastard Duke over me? I will not lose to that crippled man. That crippled man is only worthy of human sympathy, not your love. You cannot love him. He does not deserve your and your love. I am worthy of your love. I will never let you be his. I will snatch you from him and kill him brutally. Your beautiful body is made only to satisfy my physical desires. I will not let anyone touch it.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go and ruin all his hard work and dreams! This is ridiculous!" "If he will run after my woman, then this is what he will get. Or even worse, I will destroy him even if he dares to think of you again," he hissed, his thumb roughly swept over my lower lip. "Because you, cuore mio, belong to me, Duncan De Sylvano." Gasping, I stared at him. This man was insane! "You won't do such a thing! Or I will shove your possessiveness up your ass…"

And it seems like my first quest in this world already started… {Notice, Go and see what the Duke wants’ from you} Let’s pick a dress and go meet that old man, and let’s get over with this first quest!

’ I reasoned inside my mind as I picked up more papers about lands and searched for the ones that were up to my ideals and standards. A few minutes later, a knock came from the doors and I just said, “Come in.” as I was the only one present inside the office— Yuri and Nikos were busy doing their other duties. The doors opened and there it welcomed the one and only Marcus Timothy Zoldago. With a graceful movement, Marcus bowed down and said, “Greetings to the Duchess of Fortess. I hope Her Grace has already chosen— if not, has a line up of choices for possible places for the candle workshop.” As politely as possible, he said those words. I was shocked. This is something new. Did he hit his he

I looked at his side again and found him mercilessly looking at Giselle who can do nothing more but to bow her head. Neither Alpha Waylon nor Luna Karen can speak to Duke after they also saw the reaction on his face. I totally understand them. Duke barely shows emotion in public and yet this is how he decides to let them see his cruel side. "Duke." I called him. Fortunately, he did look back at me, but his eyes were still the same. "She was part of the Oracle." His brows shot up while narrowing his eyes on me, probably questioning how I managed to know about that.

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.