I Regressed As The Duke Novels & Stories

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.

Duke said "This brat! How dare you insult your grandpa? Okay, I admit you are running the company better than me and your dad but don't forget I am your grandfather" Old master Rodgers said being offended by his words. "Grandpa I don't want to get married now. Do you want me to do anything else?" Duke asked.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

I just hadn't expected the drama to have a sequel. Late that night, just as I was drifting off to sleep, heavy footsteps echoed outside my doors. "Your Majesty! Mr. Johnston broke out in a terrible rash after wearing the jewelry you sent! Please come with us immediately!"

The Duke, who thought himself a genius mastermind, had been outplayed by his own student in a game he had created. Liora used every lesson the Duke had given her to destroy him. "You... you dare destroy this infrastructure worth trillions of dollars?!" the Duke screamed over the radio. "This infrastructure was built on the blood of my family, Duke.” “I would rather see it destroyed than fall into your hands," Liora replied coldly. Back inside the cave, Mavric looked at Liora with an almost insane sense of pride. He pulled her into his weak embrace, wincing slightly at the pain from his stitches.

Duke is groaning in so much pain while holding on his chest. “Look at yourself, Duke. You are already a mess,” I said to him, “You can still stop and change this.” Duke laughed insanely but I can feel on him the pain and the anger. “Even if I change this, I lost everything that I can never bring back even my old life.” He glared on me. “So, for the fairness of our situation, I will make you feel lost even if I died here!” He quickly run where he putted Marie.

"Carlisle has shares in textile mills across four duchies. There are also the farmlands and estates. I can insure banknotes without blinking an eye. My mother is a chronic philanthropist and I am not the bit fazed." "Still, maybe…" Charles cut off her excuse. "All of these were before I was born." Beth did not know how to defend the man she did not know. "As a child, I hated him. Now I try to see reasons with him, still he could have tried to be proud of me." Beth saw how much the late Duke had hurt him and realized how right the Dowager Duchess was. His hurt ran deeper than the smile that was stolen from him. She decided to lay the topic to rest. It was upsetting enough, and the evening was

He weakly answered. "Rejected you?" I forced myself to ask. "Yes, just as my first mate had." He sighed, running a hand through his full, crown of hair. "First mate?" I asked in confusion. "Yes," He weakly sighed, leaning back into the chair with his eyes closed in defeat as pain marred his normally controlled, authoritative features. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed before speaking in the most painfilled tone that pierced at my heart," Everett and Evangeline's mother. I met her at a ball that was thrown here in the palace for a function. She was the daughter of a beta from the east. She was the most beautiful woman at the ball, actually the most beautiful woman I had

I related, leaning forward and clasping my hands on the desk. “Pfft!” Duke sneered, with furrowed brows. “Come on,” Blayne saw the absurdity too, “We have no regime over those pussycats.” “They claimed that I am the Beast King.” To my knowledge, no one held that title. “That’s a good one.” Duke snickered, finishing the last of his coffee. His blue eyes darkened with fury. “Nice way to drag us into their beef so that we fight their war for them.”

I could feel the warmth of his body higher than usual. “I am a demon who lives by desire and greed, you have yielded with the contract that you have exchanged with your life?” “Then what do you want?” “I want the whole of you Veta Le Blanchet, not just your blood, heart and soul, it is the whole of you.” Theroux Claude, the third prince of the kingdom. “Lady Le Blanchet, just how can you stand this demon duke? If you ever get tired of him, you are always welcome to my palace.”