Novel & Cerita I Became The Duke's Servant In Disguise

“And Mama… she ain’t waking up.” The Duke felt his heart drop at the sight of his mate's dead body and his jaw tightened There was no time to grieve. He tore the silver medallion from his neck — the crest of House Etrama, the legacy of their bloodline — and shoved it into Ivan’s palm. “Listen to me,” he ordered urgently. “You have to run. Now.” “But—”

Ana: “Yes, just trust me.” “Well, let me start crying now, cause my father’s dead.” “Who’s gonna be duke now, your Lordship?” Kllian mocked, bowing slightly. I smirked at that, the realisation of becoming the duke in my father’s stead dawning on me. I’d do things so differently, as long as I had everyone by my side. “Shut the fuck up, idiot.” I snickered. “So, your lordship, how are we going to do this? Do we call the hospital?”

Her mother must have told her my real name. Well, let's hope that she wouldn’t sell me out here, that she would keep her mouth shut. “My name is Duke. I am the queen’s first son. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t think we have met before.” “No, we haven’t, Duke,” I answered, meeting his hand with mine in a handshake. It was a warm one, but of course he wasn’t to be trusted. From Laura's story, he was just like Adam, only without a wolf, and with magic. No wonder, they got along well, despite the age difference.

Immediately afterwards, he held out the goblet to a footman while another came by to put his robe upon him. Prince Stephen kicked his horse after his garment was complete and left the Duke's empire. His staff and friends he'd brought along dashed behind him on their own respective fillies. To the Prince, it was about fulfilling his father's orders, and his brothers were joining him home or he wasn't going anywhere. *** Monica pulled on her hair angrily, unaware of what to do. Somehow, she remembered the skeptical look on the Duke's face. And if more enemies spoke into his head like that, he was surely going to back out.

“Was he actually kidnapped? But isn’t this the ancient times? If he was kidnapped then he must be involved to a case somehow but he don’t know what the hell have he done before or what kind of involvement does he even had. Stanley processes his thought and recalled that he saw Byul back then. Did he do something that involves me? Anyway that dumbass wasn’t here so did he dump his f*cking responsibility to me?! Stanley groaned on his seat as he tried to claw his hands out from the rope. Seeing him trying to struggle away, the masked man gave him a slightly impatient glance and finally stood up from his seat. “Where’s his Highness, The Duke?” He asked with a hint of anger in his tone. “The Duk

But all of a sudden, she flinched because the servant of the palace announced the arrival of the young duke of Von Heinlein Duchy. "Announcing the arrival of the duke of Von Heinlein Duchy, Maxwell Angelo Von Heinlein!" The servant announced loudly. The nobles stared at the door where the servant announced the arrival of the young duke. Some of the nobles were amazed by how calm the servant was still even though the young duke was just behind him. But little did they know, inside the servant's mind, it was already screaming for help and that he wanted to run as far as he could from the young duke.

she nodded, but immediately defended, "he keeps everything formal and businesslike here. So, you will be addressed as Miss Kasdeya also." "Sure, no problem." "I'll leave you now to unpack your things. I'll see you downstairs in an hour," she tilted her chin up again (I realized a habit), then she left the room immediately. The moment I was alone, I laid down on bed, contemplating on what I got into. Weighing the good and the evil. Disguising is a lie, but I had to help aunt Jodie. I called aunt Jodie and informed her that Calliope accepted me as a reliever. She was so happy and tearful when we talked. I did not tell her about my disguise, it would only worry her.

I picked up the bread knife. "Who are you?" the guard yelled. "Hey! Don't attack us! I'm Duke Ivrea from Daria!" I put the bread knife to its corresponding plate, raised my dress, then marched to where he stood. "Your Grace, what are you doing here?" He tied his horse to the stone pine tree. " I should be the one asking your question." His footsteps were gigantic. With only five steps, he already reached the roofed patio. "I apologize if I startled you. Greetings, I'm Duke Frederick."

He had no idea that the disfigured and disgusting face he was looking at right now was a mask covering my real face. No wonder he looked at me with so much abuse. It was as if he was looking at a monster. "I am your new servant, Your Majesty," I said in my disguised voice. "I have passed the selection to be a servant at your wedding." "Oh. So you're my new servant," he replied with a displeased sigh. "Who let an ugly, ugly Omega like you get away with being a royal servant? You must have done a great job. Now, prove your skill."

“Only if you behave.” Hayden took a deep breath and continued, “The poor princess didn’t know that a man who had barged in her chamber at such an odd hour was none other than the Duke she was thirsting for. She thought of him as a stable servant. A handsome, stable servant. ‘What are your intentions?’ The Princess asked, her voice quivering when he prowled towards her. ‘I…’ The Duke, who had thought that the poor woman in nothing but a white dress was a maid, held her arm, ‘am going to ravish you.’ Stop grinning like that, Zara. This is…”