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It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

I chewed on my lips before I released a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I really do want this, Duke." "And that's because you have to bear my child. Isn't it?" I'm lost at words as I watch him clench his jaw again. Duke distanced himself to me before he stood up while looking down at my body. His hands moved and started unbuttoning his dark polo. When Duke removed his clothes, I was only watching him while silently complimenting his masculine body in my mind. I gulped when I felt the intense heat inside me until I saw Duke removing his pants as well.

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

It was Illian "Sir Ilian Freid, from the Southern army!" The crowd almost went crazy with the cheers. Then the silence invaded again the stadium when the lights from the right side illuminated a white robbed man with stunning red eyes. "That… that is the Duke!" "His Highness, Duke Liam Kobach!"

“You played me.” I shrug, feigning innocence. “You got comfortable, Mr. Duke, and I easily took advantage of that.” He leans forward, his grin widening and light gray eyes glinting with intrigue as he mutters, “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I meet his gaze squarely and fold my arms over my chest, unable to stop the triumphant smirk from taking over my face. “I guess that means Lancaster Luxe has a new business partner.”

8 ANNE Fury vibrated through me like a poorly strummed lute. My perfectly manicured nails dug into the velvet of the armchair, leaving faint crescent moons of frustration. There he sat, my supposed father, the Duke of Wales, sipping his brandy with an air of nonchalance that would make a saint want to spit fire. “That’s it?” I hissed, barely containing the storm within. “You just hand over the Dukedom to Annalisa? No fight, no argument?”

He was coarse into it by the compensation. "I don't know either." When the old man was through with his meal, he walked into his study to read the materials that Duke Ephraim sent to him about the Management of Dukedom. They were helpful. Otherwise, he would have been backward. While he was reading, his phone beeped with messages and he halted. With the help of the appreciation messages he sent to the dukes, they got his contact and added him to the Canterbury Duke Platform. Afterward, the admin of the platform introduced him to the other members.

Duke was now level-headed and rarely played with girls, not even when they threw themselves at him for free. I have more important things to concentrate on, he would say whenever I asked him why he wouldn't just live freely. And when I tried to find out what had his attention, it was always the gym and books. Duke was a voracious reader, even more than me, but then, that was one of the perks of this school—making you hungry for knowledge. "Where are your bags? Aren't you leaving yet?" Duke asked, his sharp eyes sweeping over me, behind me, searching for the bags in question. His brows furrowed as if his brain was already wondering why I had come out of my room empty-handed.