My Crush Got Possessed By The Duke 소설 & 이야기

The word ‘nothing’ kept lingering in her mind and her earlier action replayed over and over again like it was taunting her, kissing her freedom goodbye. “He is only doing what he is commanded to do by his father. Haven’t you noticed? You are just a puppet in this kingdom for me to have, my beautiful princess,” Duke Conrad added whilst grinning like a wicked piranha. Lianne couldn’t talk back at him, unable to make out words that could piss him off or slap his grotesque face. Her mind had turned blank, weak, unguarded, and for this, the Duke used it as an advantage. His arms reached out to embrace her, wanting to press her breasts against his chest.

The atmosphere crackles with tension as he steps forward and plucks Zuri off of Bhyron’s chest in a heartbeat. Power play. That’s what it’s called. Bhyron just expertly manipulated his friend’s jealousy. It’s obvious that Duke hates it when Zuri gets close to someone else. The moment Duke touches her, Zuri’s eyes fly open and she freezes in his arms. Her face is a mask of shock as she stares down at him. “Duke? What the hell are you doing here? Put me down, right now!” Duke’s eyes narrow to slits; “you seemed very comfortable in Bhyron’s arms just a few seconds ago. What happened?”

I said while walking towards our carriage. "Well yeah, seeing you embarrassed and all" He teased again and I was about to reply when I saw him closing the carriage right in my face. 'That bastard! I should have thrown him to the wolf nest when I had a chance Beatrice's POV I thought I would be enjoying my breakfast after a tiring party last night when one of my mother's maids came. "My Lady, the duke and duchess asked you for a meal," She said and I sighed. I signaled her to leave and she looked at me shocked at my response.

Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”

You just shooed the two princes! "By the way, how was the Duke?" "I didn't know. I was busy preparing for our match." "Did you know I only punched him lightly?" "So..." "Maybe the only cure for his condition was a true love kiss. Go ahead, Don't be selfish with the medicine within you." I glared at the Prince. There was no doubt he was that person's long-lost twin. I did not know why. The next day, my feet brought me to Duke Frederick's estate. His hysterical mother hugged me the moment I opened the door.

“This is true. You have a strong point. Maybe we can forgo the servants altogether if you are going to be going out with me. It would be much easier for you to be dressed as a manservant and leave with me than two with the second being an unreliable female maid. Who knows what alliance she will have and the master that servant will serve.” Yan Sha bowed as the Duke stood up from the chair and started to strut out of the room. “I thank your highness for the rewards and making them fit to my needs and personality. I appreciate that you—“ But before she could finish her words, the Duke pounced as a dark look crossed his face suddenly. He wrapped his arms around her with a carnal look in

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.

She hadn’t thought this would be so hard, and yet with her father sitting there in his usual chair, the tea she’d made him sitting on the table beside him untouched, that disapproving, cold stare on his face, she found it was more difficult than she’d expected. She’d just finished telling him about her meeting with the Duke the night before, and what the offer had been. And then how she’d flatly refused, because she’d had to. Of course she had to. Because it wasn’t a ‘business arrangement’ after all. No, the Duke wanted them to conceive his child naturally, and she couldn’t do that. She just…couldn’t. Especially not after reading everything that had turned up in the internet search she’d don

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

"Lady, it seems the rain has clouded your mind. I’ll run a bath for you as an apology. After that, we’ll eat and spend the night together." “It seems the wine has made your mind sluggish, Duke?” “Did you just insult me, Rose?” “Think of it however you like,” she said, reaching for her cardigan on the floor. "I am giving you one last chance, Roselyn Sirius. Kiss me, and I will pretend this nonsense never happened." "No." "Fine! Leave! But don't you dare crawl back to me. I will make sure the title of Duchess and the place by my side are never yours."