Erica Duchess 소설 & 이야기

She said yes" he screamed after which I saw my mum, Alex, Lucas Beatrice, and a little three years old girls running out from where they were hiding to join us. Beatrice was heavily pregnant and was been assisted by Lucas, I was so happy for her, and seeing her again after all these years was amazing. We all had a nice dinner together that night and had little chitchats before we all went back to our rooms. **** Erica POV I had showered and slipped on a beautiful pink lingerie set Damian got for me and was waiting for him to come in but he was nowhere in sight. I didn't want to sleep as I was a bit horny, no scratch that. I was sex-starved, can you imagine that since I got back from the hosp

It is not like it would not happen in the future, so what a better way than to do it now. "It is a pleasure to fight with you again, Duchess," Gia smiled as she saw the serious expression on the face of Emma. She thought she was having a hard time now hearing the voices of the crowd. "Duchess?" "She is… a silver-haired woman… the Duchess is also a silver-haired…" "Oh my!" "She is a Luriem, a witch!" "But she is the Duchess!" "How disgusting!" "Get her out!"

Erica offered her a warm smile, making Emma slightly surprised. In her past life, Erica was just like she was now—gentle and kind, obedient from a young age. Later, Luna Sandra arranged for her to marry Seventh Prince. But despite the high status of the mother of the Five Princes, Erica could only be a secondary wife due to her birth mother's situation. Luna had an arrogant disposition and an authoritarian nature. Erica's life did not go as she had wished. After losing two consecutive children, her mental state deteriorated, and she eventually became an abandoned member of the Seldom family. Seeing Erica's warm smile now, Emma couldn't help but feel bitter. She couldn't change the fate of ea

I thought the Prince usually has three maids assigned to him. Why is Jessica the only one? I mean… I could volunteer to assist His Highness,” she added with faux innocence. I rolled my eyes. The act was as thin as parchment. “Erica,” Madam Silvia snapped, “the Prince himself requested Jessica — and only Jessica. If you have concerns, you’re welcome to take them up with him personally.” Andy, standing nearby, struggled to suppress her laughter. Erica’s face burned with embarrassment, and she wisely said nothing further. “I want you all at your tasks immediately,” Madam Silvia commanded. “No errors.” “Yes, Madam,” we chorused in unison. “You’re dismissed.” As we filed out of the

If not to win his love, then at least his approval. As dessert was served, the sound of heels clacking against the marble floor drew Erika’s attention to the doorway. A woman entered, her presence both commanding and oddly charming. Dunia Di Rocco was beautiful in a severe way, with high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a smile that seemed permanently plastered to her face. “Diego,” she said warmly, her gaze flicking briefly to Erika. “You should have called me to meet your bride sooner.” Erika stood, unsure whether to bow or extend her hand. Dunia closed the distance and placed her hands lightly on Erika’s shoulders.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud, startling Victoria and the Duke. They both turned, their bodies tense, as a woman entered the room, her presence undeniable. There, standing in the threshold, was Isabella’s sister, Elena Deveaurux. Victoria’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of her. Elena was everything Isabella wasn’t: composed, calm, with a quiet power that emanated from her like a shroud. Her dark eyes flickered over the room, assessing the situation with a sharpness that made Victoria uneasy. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. But the coldness in her gaze was unmistakable.

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Possibly it was a bad idea to announce her marriage to the future king to everyone. The Earl assessed Janice, and he beamed as her brows creased. Even with the plain gown she wore, she was even more gorgeous than the Duchess. “Nice to be of your acquaintance, Ma'am.” He said, bowing to her. “You too,” Janice muttered, rolling her eyes discreetly. “May I escort the Duchess and her companion to their seats?” Janice keeps forgetting Maggie was now a Duchess, following Jeremy, who had taken the title of a Duke after his marriage with the Queen's approval.