Extra But The Duke's Only Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mrs Duke declared openly. "Nonetheless, you finally killed two birds with a stone. The only person who could threaten your relationship with him as his childhood friend, is his wife. She is also the mother of his child. Now that you have taken her out of the way, you can finally become Mrs Shaw by using her child. I am thrilled to have you as my daughter. You are so blessed. Oh! My daughter, I am even envious of you now. If I had met such a handsome and powerful young man when I was a teenager, I wouldn't have ended up with such a loser" Mrs Duke expressed.

I spat out all the juice she was drinking, shocked at what she had heard. "Hahaha. Is this a real joke? I'm not ready for that kind of commitment... so I'm really sorry, your majesty... No thank you!" "Tell the prince that I slipped down the stairs and died." "Isabela! Don't be insolent... you will marry Prince Christopher and we will form an alliance with his kingdom, whether you like it or not. My father's menacing gaze fell on me. But I didn't care, I'm tired. “This is an opportunity to show us that you are worthy of our daughter… I trust you will do a good job!” Said my father trying to close the matter.

Maria patiently listened to Mai's story; the girl's voice was calm, but Maria knew this was only the calm before the storm. "The duke constantly spoiled the duchess and later his eldest daughter, big-sis Isis who was soon born. But even with his grand display of love and wealth, the duchess still did not return his love. Causing the duke great heartbreak, which later caused him to spiral out of control. One night, fed up with the duchess for not returning his love, the duke forced himself onto a maid who later bore him a second child.” Mai paused and tried to blink back her tears.

“And you aren’t what she was supposed to get.” “‘Get’?” Duke’s mouth twitched in a snarl as she jabbed at him, his irritation rapidly rising. “The Duke Agency?” he read disdainfully, flipping the card over briefly and dismissing it in the same second. He knew a con when he saw one. “And what exactly is it that you supply?” “If you don’t know, then you obviously don’t belong here,” Rachel snapped. Standing on tiptoe, she craned her neck to see over his shoulder into the room. “Caitlyn!”

I asked stretching my neck. “There…look closely.” I looked and I could see a fine smooth neck. I held my neck as he was about turning but suddenly he stopped. I shifted my gaze to find out that, Dame Grace’s daughter had called on to him. She was acting so sweet and literally falling over him. He tried to be decent with her. “Oh look, our royal bitchiness beat you to it. She says, he is her crush” Celia said as she eyed them. I chuckled in reply. Staring at Duke made me reminisce on the old times.

she looked up at him with her eyelashes fluttering, “the Duke has me in the green room.” “The one furthest from mine!” Duchess Claire exclaimed from the other side of Eleanor, “What wonderful news! I’m sure you will enjoy his company after I retire tonight.” Beatrice’s mouth dropped open and Eleanor blinked in surprise, turning to stare at her new friend. “Do not worry about it, Eleanor. I have more than done my duty by the Duke. He had an heir and a spare before he wed me and I have given him two more boys and a girl. I have no want of more children. Since the healer's herbs don’t seem to prevent seed from taking root in me, he is free to seek his pleasure with anyone other than me.”

“So you've got that kind of money, huh? You just wanna screw me over, then?” “Not at all! I only promised him that to get him to—” “Good. So you asked him to do it.” He paled all over again. “Don Draven, I really didn't mean to do it, please. I was just curious if my daughter was behaving —” “Your daughter is mine, Duke. Mine. You should know to never cross the line with me.” I walked over to the large steel table in the middle of the room and picked up a sharp paper cutter.

"I am sorry. Did you ever find what you were looking for in the north?" The Duke simply shook his head, a single, definitive negative. Then his gaze hardened, locking onto her face with an intensity that made the air between them feel brittle. "You really gave birth to her?" Lydia let out a long, ragged sigh. She didn't look at him. Instead, her eyes traveled across the crowded floor until they found me standing beside Damien. "Yes," she said softly. "Don't tell me she belongs to me," the Duke said. "No," Lydia replied, her voice steady despite the redness in her eyes. "She is not yours."