Novel & Cerita Grand Duchess Maria

She was fat and had thick frames. “Hej, too, Miss Marie Sieran. I knew you. You were Prince Mharl’s girlfriend. The two of you are an adorable couple. I think you will be a successful royal soon.” The old lady smiled. “Before I tell you everything, please get these.” “My aunt’s pictures? Why did you have them?”

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

"She is the only one I can think of marrying. Unlike other noblewomen, the young duchess is a truly admirable person, I have to admit. Even I was forced to admire her." "I heard a lot about the young duchess though I have not seen her myself," Cornelius said. "She holds a great amount of power in the political world despite her age. It will help you." "Isn't that why I am marrying her?" "But what I don't understand is, when did the lord see the young duchess before?" "I haven't before," Alexander said. "I just heard about her. Even my spies respect her ability. She has a twin brother as well, but even so, Duke Albert made her the heir."

Silver roses bloom only for a week once every five years – their life spans are too short and too far apart but also far too sweet to be fully ignored. These flowers are like one’s childhood love – a memory that came too soon but rarely leaves. Tristal Mariana Andry, the Grand Duchess of the Noble House of Andry, sighed deeply. At age sixty and mostly bedridden, she had become more and more prone to melancholic spells, especially when it came to remembering her past. Today, she had been in reverie once more as she faced a seemingly daunting task. It was the first time she had been out of her room and in a party. It was also the first time in decades that she had chosen to speak to Caldwell a

My focus now lay solely on my children and the future I had built for us as the Grand Duchess of Bellwood. The upcoming meeting would serve as a powerful reminder to both of us that life had moved on, and I, Faustina Miles Bellwood, Grand Duchess of Thalren, was no longer the broken-hearted woman he once knew.

Even if she was going down, Greta was going down with her. A sinister glint flickered in Marie's eyes. When she returned to the banquet, she noticed Duchess Lemoine engaged in a deep conversation with her friend. Her eyes fell on the necklace around Duchess Lemoine's neck. The necklace was worth a few billion dollars. Marie sneered and went to a corner to make a call. "Hey, it's me. I'll send you a picture. Find a way to dress exactly like her and follow my instructions." Marie thought, "Greta Everhart, you may have the privilege to sleep with Prince Toddy, but you will never be the princess. Prepare to meet your end!"

"It wasn't easy, though. That lady life is one hell of a private rollercoaster ride," "Good work, Amico." "Why don't you save the praises until you go through it," he said, that mischievous smile returning. I quickly tore open the envelope and brought out a couple of documents. The first document had information on the actual birth of Maria. It did not show any record of the duchess ever being pregnant.

As a result, Zena sent a letter to Hertia to return, not knowing what condition the Grand Duke was in. "Because of duke sudden departure, Gera, who was leading the troops, felt overwhelmed, and almost all of them had to be injured, not to mention the people who had to be affected by this," Sira said with a trembling voice. "Sira, why are you saying these things to the sick Duchess?" Mira came in hastily, not expecting to hear Sira's words. "Duchess must know what's going on here, Auntie. After all, she is now the Grand Duchess of this region," Sira replied, looking at Mira, who had just arrived.

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.