The Duchess Cast Novels & Stories

Rebecca continued, "Little wonder he raised some lady who stooped low to steal." That was the height of madness for Monica Maitland, "No offence my lady," deep down though she meant to offend, "I have a vivid memory of everything that happened years ago. Do you remember or do I need to remind you?" The duchess recognized the hidden threat in that question and panted angrily. When she shot her a glare, Monica returned one twice as daring. However she felt she was done here, having her mood spoilt was enough damage for one day. With one last look at the three ladies, she walked out after bowing to the men behind her.

"Every time he sees me, he just tries to send me away. Maybe I'm not his type." The Duke, clad only in a pair of breeches, arched a brow. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty. "Does he have a type?" "Most of the time, yes, petite, golden blonde, blue eyes... nothing out of the world." "Ugh," she scoffed, taming her raven-black hair with her fingertips. She was a stunning, full-figured woman with dark hair. Was she the Duke's type? If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit.

"I was tasked to ready the yacht for Mr. Myers and you.” “Is that so? I must say, thank you!” ‘A Lycan Lord.’ I heard Duke’s voice mind linking me and I was left looking at Dame with surprise and amusement inside me even though my face was emotionless as I looked at him. “Let’s go!” Duke interrupted my thoughts and before I could even say anything to Dame, I already felt Duke pulling me towards the yacht as if he doesn’t want to let me go until he makes sure that we were riding the yacht.

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.

“Oh, please, Inez. Jaxon will never find out and if he does then what is the worst-case scenario anyway. He will probably divorce me and then I will be free to marry William.” He listened to her laughing and whoever she was talking to must have said something because the next thing he heard was his wife saying, “Trust me, William will divorce that insufferable bitch who never knows her place. I swear you have no idea how much I want to drag her by the hair and dump her to the nearest trash can if it were not for Jax.” Paris giggled again. “Plus, Paris Windsor, Duchess of Ashbourne sounds great, isn’t it? Fine, Countess of Stilton for now but not for long. Once his dad and his grandfather exp

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

Ducan raised his sword in an instant, meeting hers. She glared at him then raised her sword again and thrust her hand forward. Ducan turned to his right in a quick motion and pointed the tip of his sword at her heart. "You would be dead right now." He said loudly. "Talk less." She screamed with a heavy breath then attacked him by jumping in mid air with a loud scream. Ducan raised his sword and it collided with hers. She landed on the ground and threw a punch at him which he grabbed in his palm and twisted.

Inside the high walls of the Fleming Palace, a suffocating silence blanketed the halls, disturbed only by the measured shuffle of nurses and doctors. Duke Cedric Fleming stood at the edge of the duchess's hospital bed, his towering figure rigid, hands clasped behind his back. His usual poise, cold and aloof, had shattered under the magnitude of his worry. The duchess, his mother, lay unconscious, hooked up to machines that beeped faintly in a losing battle against death. The most elite specialists in the country had tried, failed, and withdrawn.

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

Hearing the woman's screams and the mention of 'Her Grace', General Dion finally realized his mistake and hastily lowered his sword again. From start to finish, the girl who had been threatened just smiled gently while looking at them. The girl stopped as her maid was about to put on her body for her. Furthermore, the girl even introduced herself respectfully to Princess Elle. “Sorry if I startled you, Your Highness. Then, please forgive my maid's disrespect as well. I, Duchess Alison, greet Her Highness, Princess Elle. May health and prosperity always be with you.”