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Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.

CHAPTER ONE “When you meet someone for the first time, it is not the whole book. That’s just the first page” BRODY ARMSTRONG GUINEVERE I met the duke when I was a little girl of thirteen and he had patted my hair and said I looked beautiful, I had carried that all over with me because he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. My papa had a meeting with him and came back home angry, he asked us never to welcome the duke into our home again and never to speak to him if we met him at any event we are invited to. My mama agreed to this but I was disturbed as to why I could not speak to the handsome man and so the only thing a girl of thirteen could do was to dream about him.

Just like the real Alessandra, she had also become a vital person in the political world. Everything was going perfectly until he appeared in front of her with a contract marriage offer. "However, Duke Alexander, why should I accept your offer?" Alessandra inquired. The man in front of her had long black hair and dead-looking gray eyes. He was the Duke of Terrence Duchy and one of the most handsome and powerful men in the world of the novel. But he had a questionable personality.

I’d try to reassure him, but Duke still had my hand. “I don’t need her to be sworn in to know, and I don’t need her to promise me anything.” “I don’t really get what’s going on,” I said honestly. “There. You’ve met her. Now you can leave.” “As rude as Andrius is being right now, I could use some clothes,” I laughed. Duke nodded before he stood to his feet. Releasing my hand, he stared at me expectantly. But not in an uncomfortable, weird way. No, in a patient, take your time kind of way. If that even makes sense.

said a well-dressed man Eleanor had never seen before, “your uncle’s will - “ “DUKE!” John shot back, standing nose to nose with the man. “My father and uncle are dead. I am the oldest son and therefore the heir. I am now the duke, you will address me as is fit my station and I will do as I please!” “But the will - “

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

I’m going to keep on trying until I never have another dream for the rest of my life. Seeing as there’s no better time than the present to continue my efforts, I wake-up Duke (by doing something I would not be surprised to find out to be illegal in Tennessee . . . but he doesn’t seem to mind). After we’ve recovered from another round (I’ve lost count now . . . ), Duke stretches and climbs out of bed. Starting to pull on his clothes, he says, “I should oughtta get goin’, Nanny, iffin’ I’m gonna get to church this mornin’.”

Duke replied as he looked me in the eye with desire in his eyes. My pulse began to race, and I took a big breath. "OK OK, you may give me hickey in my neck," I eventually murmured. Duke's face was a bit disappointed with what he heard from me. " Eh, only hickey?!" And complain about it. I looked at him irritatedly on the face " whatever, take it or leave it" I said to him. " You have about 2 minutes to do that or you don't want to, then please place me back on the wheelchair I want to go to the Bathroom" I added .

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al