My Crush Got Possessed By The Duke Mga Nobela at Kwento

I screamed, straining with every last bit of strength I possessed to push him off me. It was no good. He was so much stronger than me. With minimal effort, he pushed my face into the mattress, muffling my screams of fear and anger. "You didn't do this for Duke, did you?" I stiffened in shock and cringed as the laugh vibrated through his body, making me aware of his erection once more. "Didn't you think I was watching, Gracie? Oh, I saw everything. Saw the way you offered your sweet body to him. He might not have been man enough to take you, but I certainly am. You belong to me. Born from my seed. Duke has no right to take this honour from me"

"Today, you have to answer why you don't like me. What does Duke have that I don't? I have money, wealth, power, a luxurious mansion, expensive cars, bikes, unlimited Bank card, none of which Duke has. Then why are you rejecting me again and again and choosing the bastard Duke over me? I will not lose to that crippled man. That crippled man is only worthy of human sympathy, not your love. You cannot love him. He does not deserve your and your love. I am worthy of your love. I will never let you be his. I will snatch you from him and kill him brutally. Your beautiful body is made only to satisfy my physical desires. I will not let anyone touch it.

“I’m the Duke’s—“ she paused, biting back the words as she realised the insult. “Exactly,” Eros said, “No one important.” She was nothing more than a mere mistress to the Duke; she was no one important to challenge Eros; she was a nobody. Eros crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the desk in his room; his expression was unreadable. “What has Rosetta done this time, brother?” he asked casually, though his sharp gaze never left the Duke. “It seems whenever your rage spikes as much as this, then your wife must have done the unthinkable.”The Duke sneered, his face a mask of fury as he reached into his pocket and whipped out a pair of torn lace panties and dangled them accusingly.

Their budding connection now seemed fragile, suspended in the uncertain space between duty and desire. With each passing step, Ava's thoughts wandered to the man she was meant to marry—the Duke of Cambridge. Whispers of his reputation seeped into her consciousness, casting a foreboding shadow over her heart. Rumors swirled about his cruel nature, his dark past, and a chilling tale of his involvement in his wife's demise. The stories painted the Duke as a figure shrouded in darkness, an enigma lurking within the grand halls of his ancestral estate. Tales of his icy demeanor and his propensity for manipulation echoed through the grapevine, leaving a trail of fear and unease in their wake.

She had to jog so that she would not be left behind. Duke suddenly stopped moving. She sighed in relief before she quickly went forward and stood beside Duke. As she raised her arm to link it with Duke’s, he took a step back. He stared at her with a sharp gaze. “If you want to remain in this banquet, stay away from me, or I’ll get Mr. Brown to send you home.” Dew was completely stunned. “Duke, d-do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve told you more than once that you better not fantasize about becoming the mistress of the Winters family,” Duke said in a hostile manner. “You can go back to the banquet hall.”

The mask on his face had a crack now and Lady Vienna wanted to get it but stopped herself, reminding that she respects the duke’s wishes. “My Avelina, leave that damn duke to rot there. I’ll give you a second chance if you come with me now.” The prince said and Princess Avelina shook her head. “No. I won’t stay a slave to you.” Lady Vienna then put her head on his chest to hear any heartbeat. Just then, she felt his heart beating. Wait a minute. His heart…was already beating? The duke’s eyes suddenly opened and winked at her, “Stay still, I was only pretending to be dead so I could strike. Cry more.” He whispered.

She swung her long mallet and sent the ball into the opponent's goal yet again. Florence smiled, remembering their good old days playing polo at their boarding school. She also remembered how girls would come to Violet's every practice, and not just because she was the daughter of a Duke. There were other richer girls from even more powerful families, but they knew they could be like Violet. The Duchess lived her life freely and by her own rules ever since she knew how to get a girl into her bed without having to say a word. "Lady Florence?" a male voice spoke from behind her. She turned, and to her surprise, found Lord Frederick, son of Prince Sabastian behind her.

"Since you and Flynn never got together, does that mean I'm allowed to pursue you now?" His sudden confession caught me completely off guard. I looked up at him, stunned. He swirled his drink and said, "Actually, I was also one of your admirers back then. I just never got the chance to talk to you because Flynn got in my way and chased me off before I could even get close. He even threatened me, saying he wouldn't go easy on me if I dared to bother you."

"The way she seemed distracted the whole time I was there. And when I was leaving, I mentioned something about 'whoever he is' and she looked... I don't know, caught." Dante scoffed loudly. "The Duchess doesn't do relationships. Everyone knows that. She has conquests, not boyfriends." "I'm just telling you what I observed," Adrian shrugged. "Something's different about her." The door flew opened just then, and Rick finally walked in, dressed more formally than usual in dark jeans and a button-down shirt, though still looking casual compared to the others. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence," Dante announced, tossing Rick a glass of whiskey across the table which he caugh