I Regressed As The Duke Wiki Novels & Stories

Messages, missed calls, notifications stacking faster than he could clear them. By the fifth call, flashing Ava💋, Cassie arched a brow. “Quite the Casanova, aren’t you?” He shot her a grin looking quite unbothered. “What can I say? I’m a people person.” “Right,” she said dryly, crossing one leg over the other. “And I’m the Queen of England.” He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through the air. “Feisty. No wonder Arden likes you.” Cassie looked away, pretending the comment didn’t send a quick flush up her neck. “Don’t mistake professionalism for interest.”

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

"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

Rion, lounging comfortably on the sofa, looked even more amused. “And what exactly do I think?” Roxanne let out an annoyed sigh before replying flatly, “You think I like Duke Lunnart.” Rion chuckled again. “Sister,” he said casually, “duke is only a temporary title for Killian Lunnart. Once the Grand Duke dies, he’ll inherit Grand Duchy Lereg… and you’ll become the Grand Duchess.” Roxanne stared at him for a few moments before looking away again. “No matter what,” she said quietly, “all of that will eventually be in your hands. Grand Duke Lereg’s support will belong to you.”

He could be a fraud for all he knew. But his clothes... They seemed of the best quality of silk... Or maybe not. "The Duke of Kerstone." Rowan said with a smirk. Immediately, Farrell's shoulders dropped and his chest retracted almost immediately. The... The what now? The Duke of Kerstone?! "And how do I know you're not lying and impersonating him?" "You're a wise man." Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant.

Now, they all fell through the floor with Reggie's reign. After the affair in South Africa with Alpha Eugene, Reggie's hold had gotten stronger somehow. Worsened. But after I had won Ciaran that information, the prince grew even wearier of me. Secretive. Defensive at every turn. Even his wife and son were under fire constantly. The signs of a mad king.

With his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if he became a playboy. As we reached the employee room, he locked the door and leaned on the table. "Duke Vel Lavite" He initiated "or should I say, Duke Nicholas Sebastian Vel Lavite, ruler of the Vel Lavite Duchy." I flinched as soon as I've heard his name.

If James said that Ariana was great, it meant that the girl was really so great that her abilities were recognized directly by the man. “I also feel the same way. My naughty granddaughter has really made me very proud of her achievements these past years.” When Duke Andrew spoke again, his lips involuntarily revealed a small smile that came from the bottom of his heart. Duke Andrew tried to recall his granddaughter's face before he raised his bloodied sword again. “Because of her, the Kingdom of Sigmund will be ruled by a better king. I was actually thinking of officially stepping down from my position after the war ended. Spending my time touring the continent seems good too. What do you th

Nothing seemed to be going as planned for him. Cedric didn't really care much about his father's death and he certainly didn't want to be Duke. it meant responsibilities and Cedric wasn't sure he was cut out for it, especially since he'd not thought about being Duke for years. He liked living his life on his own terms and he sure as hell didn't want to move back to Haerton Castle, but now it seemed like he didn't have a choice. The memories of being back at the castle were not pleasant ones and just being back there made him feel sick.

I looked at the bundle on the table, which seemed to radiate a cold stillness. No one believed me. Even my son's death was just a performance in their eyes. On the back of my neck, the fake mark, battered by the raw power of my unleashed royal blood, began to flake away like dead skin, revealing the pure, unblemished skin beneath. "I'll go," I said, struggling to my feet. "But you will regret this." "Regret what?" Sophia laughed. "Regret getting rid of a nuisance like you?" I walked toward the door.