Love Advice From The Duke Of Hell 소설 & 이야기

Daemon’s POV The weight of the blackmail had settled in like an iron chain around my throat. Charles Sinclair had me exactly where he wanted, and the worst part was—I had let him. I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I replayed our last conversation. "Marry my daughter, Daemon. You have no other choice. Refuse, and your secrets will burn you to the ground." I had built my empire on control, on precision. I didn’t make mistakes. But somehow, I had underestimated Charles, and now, I was trapped in a deal I had no way of breaking—at least, not yet.

I asked again in a more nervous voice, now that I knew who he was, I was sure he had the connections to do that, and that realisation scared me. “Oh, he's serious, no doubts about that”, Duke answered without missing a beat, and my heart fell. Then he added, “But then again, you are the first girl he's bringing home and given a chance to earn her keep… so good luck and try to avoid getting on his bad side” ***

- And in exchange for what would you do, I said in a weak voice “Here is my proposal,” he began. You may have already seen that I was not insensitive to your charm. So here is what I suggest to you..... Dreading his last sentence I will make my eyes. - .... If you become my mistress I will prevent it, he said, smiling as my world collapsed Taking into account the words he had just said, I looked at him like a madman and a strong anger took hold of me. - my answer is no I will never be your mistress whether in this life or another. Who would stick such a thing in your head, I prefer exile a thousand times over, I say with difficulty before spitting blood

"I didn't want this for you. I didn't want you involved in this world. It's dangerous, Sasha. It's a love from hell." His voice cracked slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. He couldn't look at her, couldn't bear to see the woman he loved being dragged into the darkness that consumed him. "I didn't want this for you," he repeated, his back still turned to her. "You can never do something like that again."

Ace said more like threatened him. "Grandfather wants an heir" Duke said "That's why you sent your sample to the hospital." Ace said "I didn't expect them try to mess with it. Luckily Max destroyed it before it fall in their hands" Duke said. "Duke don't take this risk. Why don't you have a girlfriend?" Ace asked Duke who smiled hearing this "The person who said girlfriend and marriage is waste of time" Duke smirked at Ace. "Don't worry about me." Ace was about to say something when Duke's phone started ringing.

Calmly, she said, “I will never be on anyone's side but yours, Cedric, but you are your father's first son, and the fact that he and your mother divorced doesn't change that. If he had done what he was supposed to do, then you would have been made heir a long time ago. Now, I know that he might not have named you heir for the right reasons, but It doesn't mean that he was wrong. You and I know that no one is more fit to be Duke than you. You deserve the inheritance….,” “I don't need it,” Cedric cut in. “I know that,” Diana continued, “But it doesn't make it less true,” she held his face in her palm so he wouldn't look away, “Take what is yours, son, and be the man… The Duke… Your father neve

"Divorce won't be a quick process. The Duke won't be back anytime soon. We must be patient." Dorothy leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then let her enjoy her little kingdom for a while longer… and you, Vivi, use this chance. Get close to the Duke. Make him even more dependent on you." Vivian's smile turned predatory. "Exactly. I will stay glued to his side. I'll follow him to the battlefield if I have to. I will make him mine completely."

“She’s sexy, smart, independent. And we have a lot in common.” “Yeah? Like what? Sex and sarcasm?” Addison said, clearly unimpressed. “She's too liberated and too unpredictable.” “That’s why we work. No strings, no drama. We’re not pretending it's love or anything.” “So what? You’re just her... what? Fling buddy?” Addison said bluntly, eyeing him carefully. “That’s sad, Duke. You used to believe in love.” "That was a long time ago,” he said, his voice turning colder. “I’ve grown up.”

"Yes, sir, indeed I have always heard - but you do not understand me! It is not on that count that I - pray believe, sir, that what you propose can never be! You must marry some lady of rank, some princess. You know it must be so!" "Not at all, not at all!" declared the Duke, puffing out his cheeks. "There can be no objection, no hitch of any sort. You are not to be thinking this is cream-pot love, as they say, because, when I am married, you know, Parliament will make me a grant, and I shall pay off my debts, and be alright and tight. We shall do delightfully well!" Miss Tellaro got up, and moved away from him to the window. "We should not suit, sir. I thank you for the honor you have done

I had never raised my voice at him or at anyone here, at least while I was outside the ring. Hell. I was acting suspicious and defensive. “I’m just saying,” Duke replied as he climbed down the ring. His injuries had been healed. “I know your type when it comes to women and it just so happened that this Katriona passed with flying colors. I don’t want you to be entangled in another sick love triangle. You’ve been there before, Alexander. And so was your mother. It did not end well for both of you. If you are going to love again, I hope she is someone who lives here in the North since no one will understand you better than the people who reside here.