Erica Duchess Novels & Stories

“Your Highness the Queen is absolutely right. I am here to speak of something important.” “What is it?” “I want to talk with just the two of us.” She looked at Knight Erina who was standing behind Cristela. “Erina, leave us alone.” “But, Your Highness...” “Don’t worry she won’t do anything to me.” Although she objected, Erina nodded obediently and left them right away. After Erina left, Duchess Scarlet’s expression changed drastically. Cristela already knew the nature of the person in front of her, so she wasn’t surprised at all.

Duchess asked with an exaggerated morose expression. Kate sighed and said, “Yes.” “Oh, splendid!” Duchess exclaimed happily like a little girl. “You know what? I’m hosting an exclusive high tea tomorrow at The Peninsula. You should come,” Duchess spoke in a rush. “Why?” Kate asked dubiously. “Oh, you know, now that you’ve been officially announced as Mrs DaCosta, it’s time for you to meet fellow billionaire wives and make new friends,” Duchess explained brightly. “I don’t need new friends,” Kate said impatiently.

She stopped in front of her monitor. “You met someone? He provoked you?” I ask, sitting on her sofa. It’s hardness made me bounce a little. Hera turns sharply at me. “How do you know about him?” I scoff. “He is the Duke of Edinburgh, recognised the crest on his suit. What? Too old for you?” She returns to her monitor. “I will make sure I replay this video on the day of your wedding. Let people know, Eros is a softie..” I gasp in disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare!” It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. “Do you need me to talk to him? Invite him over dinner or something?” It was an innocent request and her reaction showed her surprise.

She made sure she walked slowly so she didn't fall from the step and finally she got into her new room. “I don't think she is okay.” Davies said to himself while watching her when she was heading to her room. He started thinking of what could be wrong with her that's making her stagger like a drunk. ************ Bianca was in her room searching about Erica, she desperately wanted to know the kind of person she is and why she might be doing such a thing. Bianca was shocked to see that Erica is a model, a one time international model that stopped modelling all of a sudden, what shocked Bianca the most is that Erica did not disclose anything about her family.

With her delicate makeup and cold demeanor, she had the aura of an untouchable ice queen. Liza scowled, eyeing Erica up and down. "And who are you?" Erica replied calmly, "Erica, CEO of the Mathis Group." Liza's expression faltered. She had heard of Erica and knew the latter was related to the Houston family. Erica continued, "Debra is like a sister to me, and my family will back her." As if to drive the point home, she raised her voice a little, ensuring that everyone present could hear her. "In fact, we've prepared a gift of one billion dollars for her. Let's see who dares to say a word against her now."

As far as he was concerned, marriage was restrictive, unbearable and there was no reason to look forward to it. “That's not the issue,” Cedric replied irritably. “There is no reason for all these conditions. Even after his death, he's still a controlling asshole… Can you imagine? He even has a bride ready for me…He picked out the woman who's supposed to be my duchess too. Can you believe that?”

“Damn.” What the heck was happening right now? Was I really watching this live? There really is nothing new under the sun. Erica pushed her chair back and stood. “Give me a sec, I need to use the toilet.” She mumbled out, then staggered off. I watched her go, before turning to Drex who stared back. “You think we should follow her?” He asked. “So she doesn't trip or something.” “You want to follow a woman to the toilet?” I made sure to express how dumb that sounded.

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

The Duchess opened the door so violently that it hit the wall with a shrill sound. In front of Ella's eyes wide with astonishment, the Duchess had completely abandoned her usual noble image, grabbed a long skirt that reached the ground, and ran towards her. "Gabriella, I'll take you to hide!" As soon as the Duchess saw her daughter, she became very excited. Her words made Ella and the surrounding servants even more agitated. But before the Duchess could touch the hem of Ella's skirt, Duke Hesing caught up and grabbed her waist.

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.