Grand Duke It Was A Mistake Novels & Stories

Jones urges her to speak up. Taking a deep breath, she finally blurted out the truth. “I am sorry Mom. I am sorry dad. This is true, I am pregnant. This is what I am trying to tell you since long, Mom but you-” She touched her belly and closed her eyes letting the painful tears roll down. “I made a mistake and the culmination of that one mistake is growing inside me. I slept with a stranger on my best friend's Marriage night” Shame coarse through them. Alexander inches back in disbelief. Jones stood there paralysed. Everyone passes a dirty look to the bride who disgrace her father’s reputation in one instant.

Crying out all of my mistakes. All the mistakes of my past.

My vision went blurry. Every memory of the last six years — the late-night promises, the way he held me after Eli was born, the birthdays, the pack galas where he introduced me as his queen — shattered into sharp, jagged glass inside my mind. It had all been an act. A calculated, multi-year transaction. Had it, though? Some traitorous corner of my mind snagged on the memory of his hands shaking the night Eli was born — shaking in a way that had nothing to do with performance. I shoved the thought away. It didn't matter now.

Just how big was he, she wondered. While Natalia had made it to her destination, the noblemen had covered a certain distance into the Forest of Damnation. They hunted some low-level master, following the lead of the Grand Duke who was the most experienced person there. He rode beside the Crown Prince who found out that while he was technically in command, he couldn't command people through a place he had never been before. Having to face the truth was irritating for him.

He is loathing himself for the mistake of hiring Vanessa to do that shitty issue to Charles! Now it’s coming back to him. It’s like he had given away the woman he loves to the man he hates. And now she’s pregnant and he can’t have her back which crumbles his world. “A billionaire’s mistake!” He shouts, punching his freakin’ steering wheel when the light was red. “I messed up,” he kept grunting. Then he thought about Vanessa. No, this wasn’t his mistake, it was that fucking Vanessa’s mistake! Isn't it only just for him to make this all right?

“Your Royal Majesty, it’s an unexpected sight seeing you here. I am the Commander-in-chief, Deviklin Schit, the Grand Duke of Shcit.” ‘Yes… right. I was wrong. Dev is a man that wasn’t only a Duke, but a Grand Duke. Wait, no… didn’t Yuta mention that it’d take time for Dev to arrive? Why is he here in front of me?!’

I heard her retreat, heels biting into the floor, each step echoing with resentment, and Jasper shortly followed after her. This was a mistake she made today. She showed me her true intentions; she was not good at masking her greedy nature, as well as Jasper yet. A moment later, they both disappeared down the corridor. And then, at last, I approached the Grand Duke’s casket for the final goodbye. The hall had grown quiet. The Grand Duke lay still, wrapped in velvet and honor, the weight of his legacy pressing against my chest. I knelt beside him, fingers brushing the edge of the coffin. My voice, low and certain, whispered into the still air:

Then, Minister Kingsley noticed the discomfort of his fellow Ministers by seeing the Grand Duke of the Persley Kingdom. Having core for his action and a smooth explanation, Minister Kingsley reassures the other Ministers to be calm because the man is no threat. Yet, they remain suspicious, staring at the Grand Duke, which is rude. To halt the other Ministers from having rude treatment to Grand Duke Kristofer. Minister Kingsley introduces--- "I said, the man is no danger. He is the Grand Duke of the Presley kingdom." Minister Kingsley's voice reflects confidence, making the other Ministers calm a bit.

The butler bowed and withdrew, leaving the Grand Duke and Mia alone, with the double doors open for decorum. Mia motioned for the Grand Duke to be seated, and he nodded in acknowledgment, taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. "How may I help you, Your Grace?" The Grand Duke was known to be an excellent warrior, having won every battle in which he had participated. They called him ‘The Beast’. However, he’d always remained a recluse in his castle and did not attend events at Volia's court. Although none of the younger people had seen him, various rumors circulated about his appearance. The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color.

The widened eyes of the grand duke of the Malevolent World was enough answer for Damon to know that he could not trust him to hand over Maleficent to him, not when Maleficent willed herself to not see her father. Clearing his throat to regain his composure, the grand duke immediately squared his shoulders back again as if he was not bombarded by the news that would affect Maleficent’s future. “It does not matter. I will own the mistakes I did. My child should not pay for my momentary lapse of judgment.” ‘As it should be.’ Damon thought upon hearing the grand duke’s remark.