Grand Duke It Was A Mistake Novels & Stories

He hawkishly cleared his throat and he attempted to say something. "Your Magesty" He started as he itched in messy beard. "There's no doubt about what you said. I also love Crown Prince Dennis. He is such a caring and generous boy. I ..." The Duke immediately trailed off immediately he saw the icy look shot at him. He froze that instant, trying to recall what he said wrong. "And who the hell are you calling a boy?" Dennis voice echoed in the room and everyone was stunned. They enjoyed the complement that was said about Dennis but none of them took a glance at him if he was happy to sad about it.

Duke, who was completely thrown back by her words and the confidence that came with it, turned to Dennis and said, "Dude, you gotta watch your back. That lady doesn't sound like she's letting you off the hook that easily." "She broke!" Dennis snapped, taking his eyes off the exit. "She ain't got anything on me" Dennis replied, clearly unmoved by what was going on. "You didn't notice her shoes, did you?" "Nope! What about them?" Dennis lifted a brow. "They are from Horak. Horak makes the most expensive and designer quality shoes for the first class in America, including the Presidents. Where do you think she'll borrow a Horak product from? Are you sure you know your ex-wife, Dennis?" Duke's v

I wish she will be dead and never wake up again. "Have you forgotten what Diana told you? I've you forgotten so soon?" He asked in a low voice but his words were so harsh. I looked down at my shoes. I know I messed up big time. "How do we correct this foolish mistake?" he asked. He went to sit on the sofa and put his hand on his forehead as if he got a headache. I really wasn't thinking well before I did what I did but now what is the solution. I went to my father and knelt before him so I could look at him.

Miriam said sniffing hard. “You were a big mistake Carlos, a very big mistake that should never happen again!” Miriam said, throwing the last items into the fire.

Or why he pays me any sort of attention at all, truthfully. Brock grabs me from the elbow and lifts me back up to my feet, dusting the snow, ice and salt off me. “I’m fine,” I snap, brushing my jacket off. Brock turns and gives Danika the finger, wiping the grin from her face off. Her friends pull her at both elbows into Darkthorne academy’s brass double doors and I’m left to face the crowd again. The laughter, screaming and celebration has ceased. Me falling on my ass is clearly more important than

“How did you even see this?” Nina shrugged. The most irritating shrug in human history. “It bothered me.” I stared. “What bothered you?” “The timing.” That explained absolutely nothing. She must have noticed because she sighed. Patiently. Like she was explaining basic mathematics to a child. “The transfers were too clean.” I blinked. “What does that mean?” She turned the screen toward me. “People make mistakes.” “Sure.” “Especially rich people.” “Also sure.” “But these accounts never made mistakes.”

Running a massive company like Voss Jewellery with seven branches while chasing revenge came at a heavy price. "Gina, I told you not to let him out here." I pointed at the maid standing behind Zarek. Her guilty expression told me everything. "She tried, Mummy, but you know me. I am always making her job hard." Zarek pouted, his big eyes wide and his smile bright. He knew exactly how to use that dimple against me. "Do not do that!" I muttered, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Do not bribe me." "Mummy, I am not doing anything." Alexander imitated Zarek’s childish voice perfectly. I rolled my eyes again.

they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the small room, a moment they would both remember for different reasons. “Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Emily Green to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the clerk began, her monotone voice nearly drowning out the weight of the moment. "Dylan?" Emily echoed in confusion, glancing nervously at him. "Daryl," he feigned correction, a disarming smile plastered on his face. “The clerk must have made a mistake in reading my handwriting,” he lied with practiced ease.

I said. “Yes, your highness, please pardon us,” he said, then they all stood up. “Gale, if this happened again and you made my niece apologise to you or the knights, you know what will happen,” the Grand Duke said as he looked at his attendant and knights with anger.

Go and ask your dead Mother if she left any Company to you" Duke leaned back in his chair and looked at his Grandfather and said coldly, "You are making a mistake, Grandpa. A big grave mistake. You will have to do a lot of atonement for this mistake of yours." There was a kind of ferocity in Duke's voice. As if he was giving his victim one last chance to escape.