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They were smoky with irritation, and she knew that Jonathan had invited the duke's wrath with his careless words. While Jonathan turned with grim resignation toward the duke, Cassy watched him with appreciative eyes. Eastland looked so handsome, dressed much the same as her brother but with an assurance that Jonathan did not yet have. The duke's biscuit coloured trousers fit him perfectly, tightly skimming the lean muscles in his thighs and calves. He'd obviously just returned from an appointment because he still wore his greatcoat and beneath it his cutaway jacket, frilled shirt, and green waistcoat. His cravat was, as always, impeccably arranged, and he carried a tall crowned beaver hat in

" he said, adding one of his pantie dropping smiles in the bargain. Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha's sister was coming home that afternoon. "Alright, we can start again, and give it one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox." She said, holding her hand out timidly. "Jasper Neyve, eleventh Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding." He

"You wrote a speech. JJ saw the notebook." Duke sighed. "JJ has a big mouth." "He gets it from his father." She kissed his cheek. "Read it. Or I will, off your notebook, in front of everyone, badly." Duke pulled the notebook from his back pocket—he'd been carrying it all morning, hadn't found the right moment. Apparently the right moment had arrived whether he was ready or not. He called the room to attention, which took a moment given the volume of conversation, but eventually quieted into the specific listening silence of a family that had learned to give space when one of them had something to say.

She pulled one of the books she borrowed from the library onto her lap and tried to read—but the words blurred on the page, her mind too full, too loud. A soft knock broke the silence. It was one of the maids. “Would you like to come down for lunch, Miss Selene?” “I’m not feeling well,” she replied faintly. “Just a sandwich and some juice, please. In my room.” The door closed again, leaving her in quiet isolation. If only she could leave this place altogether, she would. Downstairs, Duke was already pacing outside his mother’s room, the morning papers folded tightly in his hands. The bold headlines screamed the story that had broken the internet the day before.

“Mr. Duke is in the hospital,” “Fuck! How dare he!? I won’t let him come between us!”

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

Duke bolted, scrambling for his clothes like his life depended on it. “I'm so sorry sir! We were- we weren’t doing anything!” Duke stammered, frantically pulling on his pants. I didn't move. I slowly slid my underwear back on, my eyes locked on Charles, burning with a hatred so intense I felt like I could set him on fire. “It's okay, kid.” Charles stepped further into the room, his presence sucking the air out of the space. He leaned over and whispered something into Duke’s ear. Whatever the fuck he said worked, because Duke vanished, running out of the house faster than a cheetah.

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

Let alone to be a scholar! Not only that, it means you can access to the secret library that only few knows. Jenkin's who have a great willingnes to learn, gulped. This is a lifetime offer. "Choose wisely, Miss. But, it's up to you if you want to stuck in this place forever. When you agree with this offer, send a heartwarming letter to my daughter," Duke Lancia slowly rised from his chairs and put a gold coin to the table, "This is for the soups,"

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.