Grand Duke It Was A Mistake Novels & Stories

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:

Grand Duke Kristofer corrects her in an authoritative tone, looking straight into her eyes. "Meh..." Grumbles Lady Paisley, uninterested. Grand Duke Kristofer shrugs it all as he announces. "So let's go sweep them out of our sight. I am relying on your strength, Lady Paisley." Beaming with glossy orbs, Lady Paisley bounces back the enthusiasm behind the Grand Duke's massage. "Sure! I got your back, so as you got my back." Dumbfounded, the Grand Duke's body stiffens in a second and soon snaps back at his senses, hiding his face away from the Lady. He doesn't want Lady Paisley to see his pinkish cheeks.

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.

Already wishing I can take back the fast decision I made to the moron who asked to help her. Nathan was basically laying down as Adria was laying on him. Her hand resting on his chest, and his stupid face resting on her forehead. What the living hell? I stared...NO I gawped. I know that it was rude of me too, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't seem to peer my eyes away from them. Like if someone was holding my eyes open, forcing me to look at them. "And to think that could have been you" Adam whispered "to bad you're to stubborn for your own good."

He knew that if his grandfather acted this way, Clinton should already beg for forgiveness. "I am sorry—" "Did I ever raise you to be that meek?" the chairman smiled. He put the teacup back on the table and stared at his grandchild. "You are the smartest among all of you. Clinton Von, you have the ability to swallow the company had you desired to do so," he smiled, feeling genuinely proud of where the shy Clinton came to be. “It worries me that you’re becoming weaker in your decisions,” the chairman added. "I never wish to have something that grand to receive. I worked my way up, Abuelo. And I would like to continue doing so. I am sorry I made such a foolish mistake. I will find her, Abuelo.

Why couldn't he have stayed out with Vera? “Open the door, baby. This is my room too. Come on,” he said in a whiny voice. She'd never been so unattracted to him as she was in this moment. She'd never seen him drunk before. Maybe Vera wasn't a good influence on him. She laughed at that. It would be sweet karma if his mistress brought him nothing but bad luck and social mishaps. She opened the door and Nathaniel stumbled in. “Oh, hey baby,” he said with a smile. “Did I wake you?”

"How can he be with someone like Aria after being with someone so perfect like Ms.Brown." The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. My father, Petter William, had always made it clear that I was an afterthought, a mere inconvenience in his perfect life. Natalie, with her beauty, charm, and flawless reputation, was the golden child, the pride of the William family. Meanwhile, I had been cast aside, a burden, a shadow that barely deserved to exist. "Maybe she thought getting pregnant with Mr. King's baby would finally make her someone in the family," the first maid teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Too bad even that failed."