Novel & Cerita Kora Duke Parents

As uncle brought Amelia to her room, aunt Amor steered Cass towards an empty room. "From now on, this will be your room whenever you stay here, got that? I'm so happy Eli got a friend like you. Where's your parents?" She asked. "Umm, my father is missing till now. So I'm the one who's managing the household. My mother died when I was young, so I don't know her. My father's servant is the only person I'm with, although he's at our place, tending the house." Cass answered, twisting some information.

I did that to see if Ava could stand up for herself, but I was quickly disappointed. “You think you can show your face here after everything you’ve done?” Kora spat , Kora, Andrea’s hot-tempered cousin, stormed toward her, shoving Ava backward. “I didn’t do anything,” Ava said quietly, hoping to de-escalate the situation. “Didn’t do anything?” Kora’s voice rose. “Because of you, Andrea’s parents are ready to disown her! They didn’t want her mating with Joshua because they were afraid they’d end up with something like you.”

"How can her parents afford this? It's quite expensive." "You may have saved a millionaire's daughter," Kyle chuckles. "What name does she go by?" Mark asks, pulling out his phone. "Lauren Duke." He types for a few moments while I gaze at the stack of gift cards before me, astonished. It looked like I wouldn't need to buy food for a long time. Mark laughs and says, "Oh, wow." "What did you discover?" I inquire, returning the cards to the box and neatly stacking them. "Her father is a senator," he mutters, turning his phone around to show a family picture. My jaw drops, and they both laugh. "Quite the choice."

Because normally, the First Princess would already have exploded in anger after hearing rumors like this. But now Roxanne appeared far too calm. Far too controlled, and somehow, that frightened Orla even more. A few moments later, Roxanne finally opened her eyes again before asking quietly, “Where is the Duke right now?” “His Grace is in his study.” Roxanne fell silent. For some reason, her chest now felt slightly irritated. Killian truly had not returned to the bedroom. And the man had even allowed the entire mansion to spread strange rumors like this since morning.

"I need to go talk to mama noBaba-!" "No!" I jumped as I shook my head. I had no doubt that my sister would make sure I was back home in a matter of hours the second she stepped foot into my parent's house. Dudu was a force and what she says, goes, But Aebischer had made himself very clear and I didn’t want anyone getting hurt because I could see that this was all about the money for him and he was willing to do anything for it. "No? Did you just say no?"

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

I didn't expect him to humble himself for Drake and me. "Truth be told, we've long forgotten about what happened. Right now, all we want is to start a new life together with our children," I said, making him smile at me. "By the way, how's your search for your real parents? Have you found them?" "Yes, and they've also met Drake." "How are they? Are they okay? Did you have any problems with them?" "The truth is, Dad, you know them," Drake said, surprising him. "Aunt Noreen is Keira's real mother, Uncle Fred's only sibling." Edward was once again taken aback.

Octavia looked at the duke in confusion when Pellethia said, “Well, if that’s necessary, then yes. We can make arrangements for anyone you’d like to see, um…” Pellethia threw Lucianne a puzzled look, not knowing how to address Greg because she didn’t know who he was. Lucianne explained simply, “This is the duke from Xandar’s paternal side.” Pellethia nodded in comprehension and finished her sentence from earlier with a courteous nod, “Your Grace.”

“I thought you two have a thing. I heard you went to the city to buy her clothes.” “Because she doesn’t have a pair. Nothing more.” My reply didn’t convince Duke. We may grow up together. We went to school together. We trained together. Our parents were best friends. His father was my father’s beta. The moment they stepped down, we took over the position of Alpha and Beta. But sometimes, he wasn't so observant around him. “I heard those kids were giving her a hard time,” he said. “She will gain their respect once she’s proven she’s not just a rogue,” Kindra replied to her mate.

Both watched intently as their mother, Arla-Rosa, entered Amelia Grace’s private ward, accompanied by their father. The Duke paused at the ward entrance, his strong frame a quiet barrier between the cameras and the nerves of the day. He knelt slightly to Cassian and Celeste, brushing a hand through each child’s hair. “Watch closely,” he said softly, “but know your mother is in control. She has always been in control.”