Romans & histoires Regressed As The Duke

His bride’s outrageous antics provided him with the excuse to do so earlier, and with his father’s blessings. Upon summons of his ailing father Stephen returned to England immediately, although reluctantly. The affairs of his family’s estate were in turmoil and he was required at home to assist. The duke was unwell and his physicians were unable to diagnose the cause of his ever worsening breathing ailment. To add to the upheaval, the overseer, Mr. Eversmith, suffered a tragic fall from his mount while chasing poachers off their land and died from a broken neck. With his father bedridden and the overseer deceased, the lands and management of the estate were in dire need of attention. His mot

But he does not let a drop touch his beloved mate. “Ezra!” he calls. His carriage driver comes out of the shadows. “Did you take care of the guards?” he asks the old man. “They are being catered to, my lord,” Ezra replies with a bow. “Good. I need a new set of clothes,” the Duke orders. “And tell one of the female fighters to cater to Roseanne. It will be a long journey ahead.” “Yes, my lord,” Ezra said with a bow. The Duke takes off his bloodied coat and wraps it around Roseanne before carrying her into his arms, bridal style.

“Is that a problem? I didn’t think that I was to be locked in my room for how ever many days, but if it bothers you I’ll stay in there until the trial. Which is when by the way?” “The trial was supposed to take place today, but it has been postponed until tomorrow seeing as I've been busy cleaning up, regaining order within the council.” “What do you mean regaining order?” I ask, annoyed that he’s drawing this out. What the hell is going on? “Duke is dead.” He says without an ounce of emotion. He sounds more irritated than anything else. Just another problem he has to deal with. “What?”

He’d only have to bide his time and watch things happen. Duke Maine therefore decided against further action for the present, no longer trusting The House of Assassins not to get him killed and took to trying to engage the peculiar lady’s attention instead. Soon all thoughts of his brother's crown left his mind as Johnathan took pains to make himself desirable to the lady.

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.

As she furiously scrolled through the flagged documents, her mind questioned why she was angry in the first place. Greg Claw was a duke, now in the good books of the kingdom. He was a bachelor with wealth, status, connections, and a vicious charm. How was it a surprise that he’d already moved on from Izabella and now had someone else? If it wasn’t a surprise, why did Sush feel something akin to betrayal?

“Uneasy? He will be overjoyed when this farce is sealed tomorrow. His daughter tamed, her loyalty proven by my ring. He will see only stability and strength when the ink dries on the contract. What unease could outweigh that?” Fowler’s gaze narrowed. “You underestimate the Duke’s heart. Yes, he has buried it beneath duty, but it beats still. When she screamed for him to perish in her mother’s stead, it cut him. I saw it. He may hate her disobedience, but he bleeds for it too. That is dangerous.”

“You think you can just… go to her? Bring her back into your world like nothing happened?” His jaw tightened. “Yes,” he said. “Or I’ll die trying.” Her hand trembled so violently she dropped her wine glass. It shattered at her feet, wine spreading like blood across the white tiles. Alexandra stared at him with unfiltered hatred—something pure, something obsessive. “You’re making a mistake, Duke.” “No,” he said with quiet resolve. “I’m correcting one.” The wind whipped around them, colder than ever. “This conversation is over,” Duke said. “I’ll have my lawyers amend the contract. And I’ll deal with the consequences.”

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.

After what felt like a lifetime long, the nobles and Alpha Bruce finally kissed my mansion goodbye. I was the first to retire upstairs and one after the other they left and 8 hoped more of them weren't on their way. I needed to think and act quickly if that crown was to be mine and not get distracted by these greedy men.