Duke Orsino She's The Man Novels & Stories

"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."

A man walking with his friend brushed past her, making her raise her chin to look at him, and their eyes met, "What's a girl like you doing in the club alone?" "I'm not alone… I'm with my… my boyfriend…" she stumbled over words then trailed off, but the man had already walked away with his friend. Suddenly she turned her head to the security man in a suit standing like a statue next to the stairs that would obviously lead to a VIP area. She rushed to him, then grabbed his muscled arm. He jerked up, pushing her away. "How may I help you, miss?" he asked with raised brows and a slightly annoyed face; he definitely didn't like people all up in his face.

That very something that led him to cry without anyone there. Well he was there. Watching. But that didn't count since if seen he was sure Edward would have a panic attack there and there. "I don't blame you for finally seeing the woman who you're working for. I mean.." Suzy held a hand to her chest. "She's drop dead gorgeous. She's what every man wants. So it only makes sense that you're drawn to her too. The duke is pretty stressed about this whole situation that he even goes to drink in this hot evening." She shuddered as if there was something crawling up her spine. "Maybe he thinks you might win her heart."

He raised an eyebrow and she glared at him. Duchess Evelyn was considered a seductress and the most beautiful woman in valeria.. She is undoubtedly a warrior and also the Prince's mate . "What do you mean by that? You belong to me alone! And I don't care if you're married to some fickle woman, I'm the only woman in your heart and you and I know you can't change that!" She brought her lips to his neck and trailed her tongue on his bare neck making him curse under his breath.

“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 frowned at him and pushed his hand that was on her body away because she hated the words that had just come out of his mouth. “What do you mean?” After straightening her short dress and taking a few steps away from him, she asked him in annoyance. “Do you really think I'm attracted to you or…I don't understand why you'd think I would want to hold onto you,” her eyebrows knitted, she was very mad at what Duke said to her. Duke only listened to her and began to scrutinize her with his eyes from head to toe. Seeing this, Sarafina walked away, she was already feeling disgusted and now this man she thought she'd never see again appeared saying she didn't want to let go.

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.