The Bloody Duchess True Story Novels & Stories

Orseus asked out loud as he thought to himself. “What happened first, Alex’s mugging event or accident of the duke and duchess of Worthington?” Cornelius turned to Harry and Matthew; they were the only ones who were present at the time of these events. However, the answer didn’t come from them, John spoke in a low tense voice “The murder of the duke and duchess.” “Murder?” Aglaya’s eyes widened in shock while Cornelius and Baldwin shifted their gaze towards John, with Baldwin prompting “Are you sure it was murder?”

Do you understand the price of misleading your king? "Misleading the king?" My mother looked up, eyes bloodshot, voice shaking but fierce. "Every word I speak is truth. My daughter was the Duchess of Valecrest—your BETROTHED. "She was attacked on the road home and taken by Selovia. They KILLED her." Leon would not accept it. To him, it was another scheme. "Nonsense. If this were true, why was I not told? My personal guard answers to me alone. Who would dare withdraw them?"

Then, the King sees the blood on her clothes. "I killed two of her knights. It's my defense mechanism. I am glad that I made it out alive on that place." Amelia flatly says without explaining everything to the King. "What happened?" Worried, the King asks. "It's a long story. But, to make it short, it is confirmed... Lady Berenice is held captive in the Duchess's torture room while the Duke is dead. Therefore, the Duchess is indeed the mastermind of this mess." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

"Everything we could find on Rick Cameron." Valerie opened the folder, grateful for the distraction from her past memories. She was ‘The Duchess’ now. And Dominic Calder was six feet under. She shouldn’t be thinking about that life anymore. She looked through the folder. In it was the photograph of the man who had dismissed her so coldly last weekend. As she studied his arrogantly handsome face, the fury she had felt that night resurfaced. She will deal with him accordingly, and by the time she is done, he will bow to her when next he sees her. No one treats the Duchess that way and gets away with it.

Thinking he was just making things harder for her on purpose, Seraphina was getting annoyed. Anya came out from Seraphina's shadow and said awkwardly, "I think Kieran is probably at that tomb from last night." Seraphina frowned. "Why would he go there?" Anya lowered her head. "That girl, Eleanor, looks almost exactly like the Duchess of Blackwood from a few centuries ago. And she was the one who betrayed Kieran back then." Anya had once heard the story in life, whispered like a legend. People said the duchess played two sons of the duke at the same time. First, she was with Kieran, then she turned to his younger brother.

"My fellow lords, we cannot allow this blasphemy any longer; we mustn't pave the way for Satan into our lives. She, along with those of her kind, will cause us great misfortunes; plagues, chaos, war and even the wrath of God. The Devil will ruin our life's and fa-" "Kill the Witch!" Father Benedict, had barely formed his words, when someone shouted from amongst those seated. "Burn the Devil's spawn!" "Burn the witch!" and again came another. These sorts of words were echoed all through the courtroom. The duchess stood speechless; it was her trial, but she could not defend herself. The King cleared his throat, causing the upheaval to cease. He turned his gaze from those seated, to the woman i

“Are you sure this is your choice duchess? This would cause a burden to the Xaviera’s. I could hang you with a felony. Surrender now, Duchess. Your duke is not here. You are powerless.” She continued slinging her sword at him and he kept on dodging it. The prince then slipped and she had taken advantage of the situation. With a final blow, she managed to kick away his sword and the prince fell on the floor. She pointed her sword at him and smirked, “So? Do you need enough reason to prove that I won now? The prince spat on the ground and hissed, “This is treason against the empire.” “Hell if I care.” To her peripheral vision, she could see Ven gaining advantage too as the knights were surrend

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

The Duke asked softly. She blinked and saw a vivid picture. Eric's warm bloodied body on the cold ground, his quiet, still face, a wet patch on his shirt from her tears. Her breath caught. Would she ever forget? "He bled out on the top of the hill at Westside Manor." She almost cried. With a sniff, she added. "It was my birthday."

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.