Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

DUCHESS 47 A week after the dinner at the Royal Palace, invitations are already being distributed to every noble of the Sagareste Kingdom for the upcoming awarding and banquet celebration at the end of the month. word had circled around the nobles of whom the award banquet celebration might be, but a lot of them had already suspected that the award and banquet is dedicated to the current Duchess of the Fortess uchy: Friele Marcia Madrigal Fortess— me. Upon knowing that, many of the nobles had already sent me letters of congratulations and further invitations on their houses so as to establish a connection.

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

The woman he chose had to be someone who would sacrifice and give. I had been that girl. When we first had dinner together, I insisted on paying. When he mentioned in passing that he needed new sneakers, I worked a month of part-time shifts in the freezing cold to buy him a limited-edition pair for his birthday. He accepted them without a second thought, never once considering what it had cost me. We married, had Ryder, and I gave more and more, until my sacrifices became invisible. Once money began to flow, Michael wanted more. He wanted to prove himself and to prove he could provide others happiness with his wealth and power.

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

It was not like she did not have maids to take care of her in the Maximillan duchy, but she was so busy that she could barely take rest, so taking a good bath was out of the question. “Ah, how serene!” she muttered as she leaned in the bath. Her whole body was being taken care of with utter attention. “Young Duchess is very beautiful,” one of the maids said. “The young duchess’s skin is very soft and fair.” “The young duchess’s hair is very long and silky. The silver hair looks very good and elegant.” “The young duchess’s eyes are just like rubies. So beautiful!” I know guys, I know. Alessandra is beautiful, freaking beautiful, thanks to Duke Albert’s extraordinary genes. But the thing is, i

Even Helena, it seemed, was unsure what to make of it. "Are you thinking about the Duchess?" Saihan pressed again. Hugh looked up. "What do you think?" Kevin leaned back in his chair. "A noblewoman with keen insight. She’s impressive..." "But she’s a fraud," Hugh cut in, his gaze sharp. Kevin raised a brow. "Isn’t that what makes sense, Duke? Most noblewomen care only for finery, attention, or flattery... but this Duchess? She identifies what even some of our top officials overlook. Of course she’s different—she’s not Baron Galina’s real daughter."

Duchess Catherine continued, her expression growing more livid by the second. “I also heard your cub is a pure human? With no trace of gene injections or modification?” Marquess Maxxwell cut in calmly, his tone seeking confirmation as he looked at the parents, whose faces darkened further. “WHAT?!” Duchess Catherine roared, the disbelief bursting into a shockwave that nearly split the air. A pair of enormous white wings erupted from her back with blinding force, sending the crystal shards on the floor skittering. She lunged toward the stunned family of three, her overwhelming presence sucking the warmth from the room.

They had different kinds of swans: Mute Swan, Tundra Swan, and Trumpeter Swan. They radiated arrogance and gracefully took pride in their feathers. It was like the clouds were spread on the lake with all the white swans swimming in it as graciously as dancers. People had to say Qianci had a taste and along with taste she was adorned with a monumental ego. Everything in the Mansion was unique, rare, and sophisticatedly designed. It was obvious Old Madam Qianci didn't like having things like everyone has them. She took pride in having the best, the rarest, and things not easy to come by.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"