I Became The Duke's Servant In Disguise นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had lied to another, saying I was only there to carry out an order from my master. My experience as Rose's servant had truly helped out to trick everyone into thinking I was a servant, as no one would have suspected that the Grand Duke's guess would know servant work. After that, it had taken a lot of walking and asking several people for directions over the course of the trip to get to Black Fair. By then, it had obviously been very late, and I could only hope the dummy I left behind would continue to fool them. Now I was being surrounded by what appeared to be thugs after searching the place. Beneath the cloak I had swiped while in the castle, I gripped the knife I had also taken to defe

I quickly jumped into their conversation, seeing things weren't going right, "Can you please go and get my Mom?" Terry looked over at me, annoyed, "You've already been caught lying. This maid said the real Duke's daughter is still in the garden." "I'm not lying! Go get my Mom!" The maid looked concerted at the situation, "The Duchess is currently busy with the young mTom's lesson..." "I don't care if she's teaching Dan right now! Go get her! I wanna go back to my room!" The moment I said my brother's name, the maid looked surprised since I knew his name, which made her believe me, "I'll bring the Duchess right away!"

My biological father never looks at me like that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I work or the achievements I make. My father hates me, but I don’t blame him. I’m damaged goods. I’m contaminated. I hate myself, too. The moment we step out of the vehicle, we’re surrounded by Marie men dressed all in red and wearing eerie ghost masks. “The king is waiting.” One of them, whom I assume is their leader, says. I lift a brow; “no hellos? Manners maketh a man, you know.” Duke appears by my side and places a hand on my shoulder. It’s a warning. I shouldn’t bait the guard.

Yuvan left the entire household shrieking in disarray. "You whelp! Do you not see whom you strike? Stop! Stop at once! You—ah!" Emily cried out, her tears threatening to fall. Ivan snapped, "Stop immediately! I am to be the duke's rightful heir. How dare you—" But Yuvan cut him off, "The duke's eldest son fell on the battlefield, as all the world knows. Who do you think you are, pretending to be the Marquis of Whitgrave? I shall strike you dead!"

The one who would, in ten years, place a dagger in my heart while pretending to weep. A servant hurried toward me, bowing low. “My lady, the Duke wishes to” “I am not ready to greet him,” I said, my tone warm but unyielding. “Tell him I am speaking with someone far more important.” The poor boy blinked, startled, but nodded and scurried away. I stepped off the final stair, the hem of my gown whispering over the marble, and headed toward the far end of the room toward a man who, in my first life, had been ruined by Damien’s ambition.

The heavy wooden doors, reinforced with iron hinges, were adorned with the Duke's coat of arms, a symbol of his status and authority. A large courtyard, surrounded by high walls, led to the main entrance, where the guards now stood at attention. There wasn't enough time to admire the architecture of the manor, as guards were stationed everywhere, making it impossible to sneak in. Since I had already arrived in Dowin, I decided to shed my disguise and reveal my true identity. After all, I had to ensure that the Council wouldn't find out about my visit from the Duke's manor. I removed the fake mustache I had applied as a disguise and approached the manor. Marci seemed hesitant about my plan, b

The stakes of their relationship had always been high, but now, it felt like they were standing at the edge of something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. The silence between them was broken by the soft click of the door handle. The Duke’s head snapped toward the sound, his expression hardening once more. “Stay back,” he warned, his hand going to the hidden weapon at his side. But the figure that entered the room wasn’t Isabella. It was one of the servants. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. “Your Grace,” the servant gasped, his voice trembling. “There’s someone outside. Someone’s here.”

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

I became her once more, but this time I received her recent memories, and full knowledge about the place I was in, that gave me complete confidence in acting as her… “What is it Sarah?” I asked the maid who woke me up. “T-the Grand Duke is ill again!” she cried. Led by Immara's intense emotions, I jumped out of the bed, put a dressing gown and slippers, and ran through the palace hall to the Duke's chamber. I rushed inside and looked around. There were several medics in the room observing the lying on his bed Grand Duke writhing in agony. He was being torn apart by excruciating pain that made him give out inhuman sounds. I froze seeing him in this state. His shirt was unbuttoned and in the m

, she began as she set a cup of what looked like tea and cookies before me. She seemed ordinary, and I wondered if she was just a servant. She had this aura about her that a regular servant would have, but there were rumors too, that all the Duke's servants had fled the Manor. He had been a terror right from birth. I looked at her as she straightened up and turned to go. I reached out and held her sleeves. “ Please let me out of here”. She turned to look at me, her face unreadable. She managed a smile and stared at the tonic.