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Zebian’s nose scrunched in disgust. “My Lord, my daughter is a pure maiden who has never been touched by a forbidden man. The princess shall give her virtue to the rightful owner. I must suggest If you would like to bed her right now, I shall be more than delighted to make your wish come true,” Benedict glanced at his daughter who was now looking at her dance.

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

He ordered as he passed the child to be cleaned. He went outside the room to meet his mother and his friend, Ben patiently waiting for him without being at each other’s throat. “The duchess passed away after pushing out an heir to the family.” He informed nonchantly. His face held no emotions as he spoke, which made Ben wondered why he had a change of mind.

But he was not on the same level as his sister and thus, Alessandra became the heir instead of him. While Alessandra was more like their father, Duke Albert, Alessandro was like their mother. But no one knew about it since their mother was absent for thirteen years from not only their lives but the world. And the disappearance of the duchess was a secret that only a few people knew, including Duke Albert and Alessandra as they were directly involved with the mystery. “My lady, how long are you going to sleep? The duke has invited you for lunch,” Matt said as he shook the young duchess who only turned a few times in her sleep, but did not wake up.

"What are you talking about?" "It's normal for a duke to have a few mistresses," he said. His words were like a knife in my heart. "Aunt Liana has always been good to me. She grew up here, it's normal she wouldn't want to leave! Mother, don't be so dramatic. Your position is not threatened." I froze. I couldn't believe those words came from my twelve-year-old son. "Damian! Do not be rude to your mother!" Alistair pretended to scold him. Then he turned to me. "Seraphina, a divorce is impossible."

Calmly, she said, “I will never be on anyone's side but yours, Cedric, but you are your father's first son, and the fact that he and your mother divorced doesn't change that. If he had done what he was supposed to do, then you would have been made heir a long time ago. Now, I know that he might not have named you heir for the right reasons, but It doesn't mean that he was wrong. You and I know that no one is more fit to be Duke than you. You deserve the inheritance….,” “I don't need it,” Cedric cut in. “I know that,” Diana continued, “But it doesn't make it less true,” she held his face in her palm so he wouldn't look away, “Take what is yours, son, and be the man… The Duke… Your father neve

"I thought you would want to have a male pub who would look exactly like his handsome fathers." I was about to reply back but Duke beat me to it. "I had always wanted to have a daughter who looked pretty much like her mother. She's the prettiest lady on earth and I'm glad that our daughter is going to be just like her." He gave me a look and I smiled thankfully at him. Just the tiniest things they did always managed to tug at my heart. I continued biting into my food when I heard a cutlery hit a plate. Looking up, I met Ruby's glare in Duke's direction and I wondered what could have gone wrong.

" Mom, are you listening?" Michael added, pushing me hard to check if I was still listening to him. I was still in shock with the descriptions my son gave me. "I am their aunt. I know them quite well." I told myself in my mind My mind flashbacked on Ella Duke's daughter. She was such a pretty girl and even though I haven't seen them for years, I knew they would resemble my son since they are step- siblings. They share one dad.

“Duke.” Her son jerked like a puppet on strings. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “You didn’t inform me that the damsel was pregnant when you convinced me to send her to war. You let your sins write the story of another’s death. And for that, I strip you of title, of inheritance, and of courtly protection. You are hereby exiled — to the Shadow Wastes, beyond the Eastern Veil. You may take nothing with you.” Gasps erupted. Several nobles stood abruptly, either to protest or flee. My mother clutched my hand. Duke had gone pale as marble, his mouth opening and closing, no sound emerging.

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.