Grand Duke It Was A Mistake Novels & Stories

She had a faint recollection of him from her childhood. “Dukia…?” Her grandfather, Arthur Goven spoke first with tears glistening in his eyes. “I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I don’t even know where to begin. I really wronged you and your mother. I let grief blind my eyes to the truth.” Arthur stood up from his chair and began to lower himself to the ground to kneel. “Grandpa Nooo. Butler James please raise him up. You are an old man, you do not need to kneel before me,” Dukia protested.

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.

My best friend Godrick Macafee asks, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Existed," I reply, turning my glare from the tuxedo to him, "and what the hell are you wearing?" I ask, taking in his navy blue button-up shirt and black slacks. "Well, you see, Milo, I am not the one being initiated in as Alpha today; that's you, bud. So I can wear whatever I want, and no one, not even the luna, can say otherwise because I still followed her damn dress code." Godrick replies, taking his black tie out of his pocket, quickly tying it into a Windsor knot around his neck.

“Do you ever regret it? Hiring me? Letting me in?” He laughed softly, a low sound that reverberated in the quiet room. “My billion-dollar mistake wasn’t hiring you.” He stepped closer, fingers brushing against mine as if he was afraid to let go. “It was thinking I could succeed alone. That I could control everything and everyone without seeing the value of… this.” He gestured between us. Between the life we’d built, the empire we’d protected, and the bond that had become the centre of everything. “I guess your mistake was mine too,” I whispered. “Believing I didn’t belong in any of this. That my voice didn’t matter.”

This was a mistake. A huge mistake. She carefully got out of bed. Quietly gathered her things. And slipped out of the penthouse before William woke up.

Pov: Nichole Kael, the man with the scarred neck, ushered us down a flight of stairs made of cracked concrete. He claimed that his real name was Kael rather than Victor and that he had used a fake name at the docks as a test. We descended into a heavily fortified steel bunker underground and the chamber was an environment leftover from the Cold War. One could smell damp earth and old electronics plus rows and rows of blinking green computer screens illuminating the dark room while showing complicated maps of the global banking networks.

Almost mocking. “And you expect me to believe you'll do any better with that Ashford girl?” Declan closed his eyes briefly. He wasn't in the mood for another lecture. Not today. Lately… Every decision he'd made over the past five years seemed to return one after another, mocking him. Looking back… He couldn't understand how he'd managed to ruin everything so thoroughly. “The Windsor Holdings Annual Banquet is in three days.” Alistair leaned back in his chair. His sharp gaze swept over Declan from head to toe.

“Dave…” “Yes?” “You live here?” “Unfortunately.” I looked at him like he had gone insane. What an asshole to have unfortunately in the same sentence while describing this beautiful place. “Unfortunately?” He shrugged carelessly, not realizing he was just a second away from getting smacked on the head by me. I was still trying to recover from the outside view when the car finally stopped. The driver rushed down immediately and opened the door respectfully. “Welcome back, Young Master.” Young Master again? I slowly stepped out beside Dave, not doing too much so they wouldn't notice my nervousness.

"But if The Great Sun wishes to save the life of his prized subordinate, he must come here and deliver his apology to us.” The Grand Duke was not deterred in the slightest. Assassination attempts targeted at him were certainly nothing new. However, it was now time for the silver-haired man to make all the tables turn.