Romans & histoires How Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

She said grabbing my hand and turning me around, I smiled at her and beckoned on my sister to pick anything she wanted and take her measurement. "It is courtesy of the duke." I told her as she squealed and whirled around heading for the isle that Calista was, My sister was one who never backed down from a fight and if there was one person who could give it to Calista, it was her. Greta began dropping some suggestions on the style to sew and soon she and my mother were lost in a hearty conversation, I left them and took a seat, my legs were killing me. I wondered what the duke was up to, I never knew what he did or how he came and went from the house but since he had teleported us the other d

Whispers of servants, viewers of the council, I maintained my position, though my heart sank within me. The council chamber was bigger than I used to know in my childhood. The large ceiling, fancy tapestries, and floors made me feel tiny. Councilors were muttering together, when Rowan gave a signal that I was coming. They all stopped at once with the eyes on me. Formally Rowan announced it: "Her Royal Highness, Princess Aurelia Valeon," and bowed slightly. "Heir to the Valeon Kingdom." I smiled, nodded my head, attempting to make myself deaf to the accelerated beat of my heart.

Because normally, the First Princess would already have exploded in anger after hearing rumors like this. But now Roxanne appeared far too calm. Far too controlled, and somehow, that frightened Orla even more. A few moments later, Roxanne finally opened her eyes again before asking quietly, “Where is the Duke right now?” “His Grace is in his study.” Roxanne fell silent. For some reason, her chest now felt slightly irritated. Killian truly had not returned to the bedroom. And the man had even allowed the entire mansion to spread strange rumors like this since morning.

He was exactly what Allan needed. Allan slotted his key card in the door. “I’ll introduce you to Riana. Don’t let her out of your sight for even a second, do you understand?” “Si, Signore.” Allan walked in to laughing and female chattering. Riana was seated in the living room speaking to a woman with purple hair that matched her lips. Who the hell was she? “Allan!” she started, jumping off the couch. “Come meet Guliana.” Guliana…the stylist. He let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. After Anthony’s threat, he was suspicious of everyone.

Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

Diana’s POV Okay, okay, calm down I am sure you are surprised about the sudden outcome of things right? Well here's what happened before Raphael came to the rescue ****** I Wasn't quite sure what I would call this. I stood amid every member of the Lorenzo's family. Marcel had a wicked smile on his face. "Come, Serena," Mrs Riley said Serena made her way to where Mrs Riley stood. Holding her hands, she declared, "Henceforth, this is Marcel's fiancée. She is the real daughter of the Kensingtons." She paused, then turned to look at me. "This one is a fake—an impostor."

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

“Olivia Reign. Your bride-to-be. You have to come with me to meet her in Reign mansion two days from now.” Duke takes the photo from his father’s hand before speaking. “She looks just like her,” he whispered. Edmond raised an eyebrow as he asked, “Have you met her?” “No,” Duke quickly answered, before turning his gaze outside the tinted window. “But the woman...” The woman is not on the other side of the road anymore. “Woman?”