Novel & Cerita Secret Wardrobe Of The Duchess

“Upon opening my eyes, I was in a different place. I was in a humongous bedroom. And I was in a comfortable bed. My clothes were changed. And a bandage was wrapped around my head and knuckles. “The duchess explained everything. Right then and there, she welcomed me into her household. But unlike her other servants, I never asked for more than what I had. My head remained low as I went through my daily tasks. I kept my silence throughout my years of service, which gave me some sort of an invisible veil all over me. “Then, I slowly faded into the background. “Then, one night, I was on my way to the kitchen to fetch something. But before I could even reach the kitchen, I overheard a faint conve

the Duke replied. "That was what I was telling Hannah. The box in my room that I tried pressing its top the other day we stayed together...at ..night..." she uttered the last words slowly, wearing a shy face. The Duke understood her and laughed out. "Stop it." she muttered as she smiled, gently pushing his arm. He, then, smiled back. "I am sorry. You can proceed." Edward said. "When I told her that the box opened up a secret dungeon underneath the floor of my room, she, then, told me she saw the same box with the late Duchess." Emily spilled, slowly swallowing her spit.

One of the soldiers who had been walking around the perimeter spoke up, "My lord, the madam has gone to sleep in your quarters already. She spent most of the day reading in your quarters. Her personal maid was sent to aid the duchess. The maid recently returned and is sleeping in the storeroom along with the house maid." Ning Zhuo turned back to see that true to this, there were two bodied curled up there. He was incredibly confused why a woman who be here in the office. Was the duke not worried about the woman rifling through his things? Maybe the concubine was illiterate. As the groups of guards passed by Ning Zhuo moved smoothly through the ground and hid low on the ground as he he

It smelled faintly of leather and something darker — like expensive whiskey and danger wrapped in silk. Azrael King stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in black, his posture elegant and poised like a ruler surveying his kingdom. He didn’t turn around immediately. “I thought you’d change your mind about all this,” he said, voice smooth like honey, lethal like a blade. “I almost did,” I admitted, stepping inside, forcing the door to click shut behind me. “But I need this.” Finally, he turned. Sharp jaw, eyes like ink, lips curled in a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Selene asked, and the woman nodded. Among the duke's belongings, which were in the principal drawers, there was nothing but finely crafted clothing; however, just as Selene and Esther were giving up, a small chest, delicately wrapped in a cloth and tucked away at the bottom of the last of the drawers, caught the maid's attention. "My Lady, perhaps this is what you are looking for," said Esther, reaching out with the chest to Selene. The young lady's hands trembled, but she pushed the cloth aside and cursed when she saw the small padlock blocking the chest.

As all was ready, I was ready to face the meeting too. I wear my usual dark blue dress and put on my headwear which is made of silver. Then I take the small knife that is on my bed and carefully tuck it in my right boot. Just then, the doors open, and Duchess Winter walks in. I quickly compose myself as I don't want anyone to know that I am sneaking a weapon into the meeting room. "Any news about the treason?" I ask her. "Nothing at all. Things seem normal." she gives me a thumbs up. "Are you worried?"

She called out, and I nodded with understanding. “It must have been crazy though,” I said with a small knit of my eyebrows. “Oh, you know the good ol’ fashion runways. But as always, your girl nailed it. Did you by any chance get to watch it?” She smiled from ear to ear, and I pursed my lips before shaking my head no. “Urgh. You are infuriating. But, you are lucky I saved the good ones for you. I am going to send them later. But right now, let’s talk about our plans with the Archduchess of Fairefax.”

"Pick a place. Somewhere you can reach quickly if needed. Only Jules and I need to know the location." I headed toward my walk-in closet—the one Dominic had transformed into a fortress of designer armor and hidden security features. Past the rows of gowns that cost more than most people's cars, beneath a drawer filled with jewelry that could fund small wars, I lifted a wooden panel to reveal the velvet-lined compartment we'd never used. Quick. Clean. Accessible. But as I tucked the box inside, it still felt like hiding a ticking time bomb. When I returned to the hallway, the sound of laughter drifted from downstairs. Light, musical, feminine laughter that somehow set my teeth on edge.

The ballroom of Windsor Manor glittered with opulence, a dazzling display of wealth and status. Chandeliers dripped with crystals, and golden candelabras cast flickering light across the sea of silks and velvets. The air buzzed with polite conversation, the occasional ripple of laughter, and the clink of champagne flutes. Yet, beneath the glittering façade, tension brewed. Victoria Windsor stood at the edge of the room, her emerald gown perfectly tailored, her diamond necklace a testament to her station. She was every inch the Duchess of Sussex, untouchable and untarnished. But she could feel the weight of eyes on her-watching, waiting, judging.

Sylvia shivered. The chill of the autumn night seeped into her bones with each passing second. Alone in the bathroom, she dyed her hair, rubbing the thick viscous liquid along her scalp to ensure no trace of her original hair color showed. Her unusual eye color was already suspicious for people in the know, which included the Duke of House Winston. Hadn’t Livia already warned her of the estate’s tight security? As a previous Duchess, Sylvia was keenly aware of the ducal house’s elite group. Only a few have ever known of their existence—a group of elites among elites—the Shadows.