The Duchess Deal Novels & Stories

The thick lips that used to be kissed are more enticing. The Duke’s formal dress consisted of a white shirt trimmed to the top and encircled by a cravat, a black vest, and a maroon suit matching his fiancee’s gown. A pin on Carleton’s family crest stuck in his pocket. It’s like Rosetta’s fallen in love again the umpteenth time. “Are you ready, My Lady?” asked Lucas, bending the elbow and letting Rosetta hold his hands around. “Yes, My Lord. Let’s go,“ replied Rosetta. Her smile grew wide.

His smirk only grew more and he stepped even closer to me as he repeated the moves he did to me the first time we met, took a strand of my hair and played with it. "What kind of deal, Princess?" He was smooth, I'll give him that because I know he knew what I was about to offer, he seemed smart enough to understand. "one year of an arranged marriage that'll serve both of us." I trailed off as I tried to read his attractive blue eyes but I couldn't read him... I doubt that anyone can. I pulled away from him to extend my hand to him as I said "So what do you say, Raymond Dalton?" He looked as if he might refuse for a second and that made fear creep in my mind but suddenly he took my hand in his

Then the Duchess waved him away. "Leave us," she said. The butler bowed and left them. Much to Clare's surprise, they were alone together for the first time. Clare's mind and body were in a sparring mode, waiting for whatever the Duchess was about to deliver. For all she knew, it could be that she had torn off their contracts and was going to announce that Clare had twenty-four hours to pack and go home.

Suddenly, the duchess spoke, "I know that it's a hard thing to grant but before I leave the capital and have a treatment somewhere, I wante dto see him with you as his partner once again just like on your debutante. The truth is, I don't want to push this one to you but I just really wanted to see you two together but if it's really troublesome, then please just refuse my request" she said and sniffed her nose a bit. There was a slight tear on her face and looking at it, she really looks pitiful. I never read a part on the novel that the duchess got sick so I was surprised and confused about it for a moment. Did the author perhaps didn't include this as well? Well maybe. Just like the duche

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

Once this is over, I’d love to look at a treaty between the Valkyrie and the Gearless Knights if you’re willing. The Duchess: Sounds great, Ironclad. We’ll cross that bridge soon. I hung up, jumping to my feet and yelling at Karma to pull everyone in, telling her Shorty needs her laptop. KARMA Within minutes, I had everyone rounded up and in the chapel, glad that it sounded like the Duchess had good news. That was right up until I walked in and saw her twiddling a knife between her fingers. “What’s happening, D?” I asked, sinking into my usual seat on her right.

"Perhaps you've got an excellent idea, after all." She smiled. "Yes. And you can always have those decadent Cyprians over when the season is at the end." Her smile had grown even more maliciously gleeful. "I understand you have a new opera singer in your stable of ladybirds that will tide you over nicely until then." "My dear duchess," Henry said with deceptive calm, "you have the tongue of a billingsgate fishwife." "Do I?" The duchess asked with a lifted brow. "Perhaps I've been around my nephew too much."

“But then again, we both know that nothing will happen.” “You impudent bitch!” the duchess snapped as she rose from her seat and was about to slap Emery. However, even after a full swing, the duchess just fell on the ground with a high pitched yelp after Emery dodged her slap. She looked down on her and said, “You are growing old already, Your Highness. Better be more careful or you will be on bed rest earlier than you should.” “Fine,” the empress finally said after a hard debate with herself. “I agree to that duel to death you are proposing.”

The man watched as Princess Elle nodded enthusiastically, then turned the other way when they heard a chattering sound from one of the food stalls in the capital. “Let me tell you something. My cousin who works in the palace said that Princess Elle of the Orvel Kingdom seems very close to His Majesty the King. His Majesty even used his first dance with Princess Elle instead of Her Grace, the Duchess of Alison. Duchess Alison was the one who sacrificed everything to get His Majesty in the position he was in. Almost everyone saw that Duchess Alison came to the party yesterday. But instead of dancing with the people who supported her, His Majesty the King prefers to dance with the person who ca

“Explain.” The Duke’s voice was a purr. “Let her go. Annul the marriage. In return, I shall grant you a deal most beneficial to your… financial situation.” Victoria turned to Thomas, her pulse racing. Would he—could he—actually consider this? Thomas’s silence stretched. Then— He laughed. Low. Dark. Dangerous. “You think me desperate, Marlborough?” His smile was razor-sharp. “You think I would trade my wife for coin?” The Duke tilted his head. “If not for coin, then for what?”