Love Advice From The Duke Of Hell Novels & Stories

The King’s madness was not yet subsiding. “I am accepting their challenge father. Let me kill that stupid dragon master, but I cannot accept that if I will win Princess Shelyca’s decision will be followed. Win or lose, it is as if I am going to lose. So please tell the Dragon Lord that if I will win, the First Princess of the Golden Glowing Pack will divorce her husband and will marry me thereafter,” with contempt in his voice, the Duke replied.

“Was it? I suppose it was. You’d know. Of course, you’d know. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, could you?” Duke’s briefest glance away was all the admission of guilt that Alex needed. He burst into uncontrolled laughter. “I knew it! All those times she was hot and bothered reading those idiotic romance books, you were too, weren’t you?” “What a perfect match,” he sneered. “It must be Fate. The Duke Agency couldn’t have done it better. A brainless football player for a closet slut. You can fucking have her. With my compliments. Go on, Caitie. Get up. Get over there with him.”

I was the one to come up with those conditions. He sighed. ‘That promise cannot be broken.’ The duke tried to read the paper again, but the image of Magnolia’s scars was too vivid to push away. He frowned. ‘There were so many.’ He wondered how painful they were when they were inflicted on her, and who dared hurt her. Suddenly, Daniel found himself fuming. His lust for killing was fully awake. ‘I would love to rip apart every limb of whoever laid hands on her.’ His hand trembled. “Henry.” He looked at his assistant who stiffened as soon as his eyes met the chilling gaze of the duke. “I need you to take care of something for me.” His voice was frosty and threatening.

“What does it suppose to mean?” “You sound like a British Lord Kentworthry right now, and not the down-to-earth, but broody American bartender Forrest Wood I knew.” I took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Don’t worry. My heart still beats for one person. British or American, I know deep in my heart, I only love the same person and the same man right in front of me.” “I do love you even you curse a lot and don’t filter. It’s you who I fell in love with—all in one package. And I will still love you no matter how dirty your mouth can be.”

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” ***

Duke muttered, looking slightly uncomfortable. Ali burst into laughter while Lara remained confused. “Why not? It’s in the past! And you’ve moved on already.” Duke sighed. “Ali—” Ali ignored him, turning to Lara with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Did you know that our dear Duke was hopelessly in love with someone back in the day? And that someone was also adorably dense, so much so that she didn’t even realize she broke his heart?” Lara’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Who? When?”

“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