I Regressed As The Duke Wiki Novels & Stories

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

"You will be quite content to earn the title Duke." "Duke? Do you think I like being a Duke? Do you think that makes me a Duke can repay all my services to the kingdom? Duke is not the highest title! Duke is just a slave who follows King's ass wherever he goes like an idiot!" snapped Edmund. Makes everyone come back by surprise, especially Edwig.

Chapter fifty-two The last few days flowed routinely and looked like an attempt to fix everything that was once ruined. The days of revival. The Duke's empire had been filled with hustling and bustling movements for the forthcoming wedding. If the Dowager Duchess had never been serious with anything in her life, she took this phase of trials easily and tried to restore the estate, even if it was the last thing she did. At least to give Philip time to get back on his feet…although it seemed to be taking forever.

I was not a member of any such establishment, though I was often required to haul my brother away from them in times gone by. The Duke of Tarrick repulses me in every way. He is dressed in such finery, surrounded by opulence and received the finest education and tutelage in the country. Yet, once amongst men he seems to regress. From a gentleman to a toad. His flimsy frail frame drowns in his tailored waistcoats and shirts. Weight is dropping from him, his hands shake and I hear when his back spasms the cries can be heard across the entirety of Tarrick Hall. His green eyes peering through his head of greying hair are the only thing stopping him looking like a withered rat in my eyes.

Zebian teased her, she nudged her arm in his elbow. “The Duke shall not belittle a commoner, it’s a rule embraced by your father,” She backfired him. He chuckled again. “Oh, so now the future duchess would teach her duke how to behave,” Zebian sneered, and both of them spun their head toward each other. Renai glared at him with a reasonable amount of audacity whereas he grinned with his heart in his eyes. “I repeat, I’m a commoner,” she gritted. Why had he always pretended to forget this fact? There was no way where she would hold high hopes. It would only get her a brutal downfall.

His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly. She didnt recognize the duke from some photograph in a history book. She knew far too much about him. She knew everything. Like how the royal ladies-in-waiting swapped bawdy jokes about the sad size of the dukes scepter. About how hed lost that eye (hunting accident, on a trip hed joined to appease the king). And about how right now, the duke was going to send in the girls whom hed preselected as suitable marriage material for the twelve-year-old king waiting inside.

It was just a manuscript that she forced her brother to let her read. 'Eternal Regret' was a tragedy-romance novel in which the heroine died at the hands of the male lead due to her obsession with power. In the end, the male lead cried as he penetrated the sword into her stomach. She did not care about the novel, but that was until she found herself in the world of 'Eternal Regret'. She became the character named Alessandra, the daughter of Duke Albert Maximillan of the North.

He was giving them space but staying close enough to intervene if needed. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" Richard asked, his voice deceptively calm. "Showing up on every tabloid in the city with your ex-fiancé's brother, talking about love and marriage like you have forgotten all that has happened in the last week." Cassie walked further into the room, her chin lifted. "Didn't you want a Hale son for a son-in-law? This works perfectly for you then. The merger contract still holds." "This is different and you know it." Richard's voice rose slightly. "Marcus was stable and respected. He's exactly what this family needed but Dominic? He's—"

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.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the