Novel & Cerita Duke Orsino She's The Man

"Me? just me? I mean what of the others ? Damon and -" "I just need you Alex, just you", I said. He sighed and nodded, "What's the plan?" "Aladdin, the Indian prince, he's holding a festival tomorrow evening for all the indians in Italy, but I want him dead before then, today. Now we've been talking for a while now, he finds me attractive, very very attractive and he wants us to meet, on a date in a private hotel, just two of us, but I want you to come with me as a bodyguard ",I said.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

"I truly believe Alina and Orion are a perfect match. If it’s too soon, then let the children get to know each other better first." “That’s not the issue,” Duke George interrupted, his voice steady. “The real issue is that this morning we discovered that Orion has already fallen in love with someone else. The one he’s in love with is sitting right here in front of you.” The Northern Duke’s gaze shifted to me, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you telling me it’s Miss Ember?”

Even when they were broken, even when he thought she'd chosen Marcus, Duke had chosen her. "Who sent this?" she asked. "I don't know." Duke checked the tablet. "There's more files." He opened the next one. It showed Valentina and Marcus at the bar. The night she'd kissed him. But this video had audio. Marcus's voice: "—make it look mutual. Trust me, Duke will break when he sees it." A woman's voice. Isabella. "And I'll be there to pick up the pieces." "Perfect. Valentine kisses me, I get the photo, you seduce Duke. They destroy each other and we both win."

“I’m the Duke’s—“ she paused, biting back the words as she realised the insult. “Exactly,” Eros said, “No one important.” She was nothing more than a mere mistress to the Duke; she was no one important to challenge Eros; she was a nobody. Eros crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the desk in his room; his expression was unreadable. “What has Rosetta done this time, brother?” he asked casually, though his sharp gaze never left the Duke. “It seems whenever your rage spikes as much as this, then your wife must have done the unthinkable.”The Duke sneered, his face a mask of fury as he reached into his pocket and whipped out a pair of torn lace panties and dangled them accusingly.

she answered. “I told you, you are stunning. I was dazzled by your appearance and I want to keep in touch with a beautiful damsel like you.” “Just that?” Duke licked his upper teeth with his mouth still closed. It looked as if he was tired of her questions. Duke raised his hand and placed it gently on Sarafina's face. She surprisingly didn't stop him, she just looked at him as if he was a clown.

the Duke exclaimed as he observed her unmistakable surprise. “Then let me enlighten you, my dear,” he continued, his eyes ogling on the now frustrated princess. “You will come with me to the City of Olga. There, you will be my wife. No man shall come between me and Garlow’s agreement, not even your precious prince.”

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

ORLANDA blinked rapidly, her lips parting slightly as she looked at him. “What… what did you just say?” Oswald raised an eyebrow slightly, calm and serious. “I said, I want you to be mine, Orlanda.” Her eyes widened, and she staggered a step backward as though the floor beneath her had suddenly shifted. Her hand instinctively reached out, searching for balance, and she sank onto the nearest couch, completely overwhelmed. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her heart pounding against her ribs like a drum.

John added. “What a beautiful woman” Duke Essandor’s eyes lit up at the sight of Alexis. He was a greedy man who went after anything pretty and valuable. He hadn’t seen a woman like Alexis before. Someone who exuded such grace with nothing but her poise. He didn’t know who she was, but he had already resolved to have her as his concubine.