The Duchess Deal Novels & Stories

“That is a significant acquisition. Are you sure about this Ma’am?” “Very certain. I want this purchase to be untraceable. Use the shell companies we earlier set up. Once the acquisition is complete, change the terms of supply to cash on delivery.” “Cash on delivery? The Young Industries won’t be able to afford their supplies upfront.” “That’s the point.” Silence “Consider it done, Ms Goven.” -------- Three days later, Dukia sat in her office watching the news on her tablet.

When that was over and their privacy was confirmed, Elizabeth wrapped her fingers round the stem of her glass and rasped, "Straight to the point, let's strike a deal." It was out of pure disdain that Monica stayed quiet. She dragged her narrow eyes to the blonde who seemed to be teasing her with a similar stare. Finally, Monica sighed and muttered, "What makes you think I will agree to do anything with you. I'm suffocating sharing an office with you already." Grinning as usual, Anfield's future duchess lowered her cup, fixing her blonde hair behind her ears. She stared into her wine and said, "It is your home we speak of. What possibly will you have to lose?"

Roselle ended up standing there, frozen, as the duchess scrutinized her reaction. Even though Duchess Rowena had yet to meet her husband due to the current situation, she had already heard about this. And this was why she sought to meet the Princess. Of course, she already knew about the deal of Romeo's marriage to this human princess. And Duchess Rowena was actually disheartened when she heard about the deal that Romeo was not even allowed to touch his own wife.

Out of all of us working under a master, he’s the most sensible one out of all of us. He won’t be telling this to me now if he was not sure. “Do you really think the duchess is a good thing for the duke?” He continued asking. I cleared my throat, “O-of course! The duke is crazy for the duchess!” I yelled. The corners of his lips then curved into a smirk. “Yes sure, Huxley. This is madness, going crazy for that villainess.” At that, I covered his mouth, “Don’t you dare say that to our duchess! She’s sweet!”

He could not believe his ears and before he could speak further, Dominic was whisking his daughter away and slowly heading back to the church. “We are late, Mr. Duke. We have come too far to quit. And we cannot keep the people waiting. Neither can we drop a bombshell on them at this hour. But most importantly, we’re still in.” “Out of our own volition,” Andra added. “So, let’s finish what you started.” “Exactly,” Dominic added supportively as they went. Duke stood there, confused for a while. He finally snapped out of his immobile state but he was still surprised that the deal was sort of no longer in his hands.

The weight of this information settled on Mia's chest with a pressure that had nothing to do with the frequency hum. Dax had gone very still. She knew, without looking at him directly, that he was recalculating. She could feel it in the quality of the air beside her, the particular stillness of a man revising the architecture of his own history. Dutch Steele had told his sons that the deal with the Death Dealers was about territory, about club survival, about the hard mathematics of a compromised loyalty. It had been none of those things. It had been a transaction in a war that none of the people conducting it had fully understood.

“I thought, asshole. He kissed me last night and didn’t even remember me today. And he’s getting married to another woman.” “You can’t hide these eyes, baby. In my defense, you insulted me. I thought, okay. This is how you wanna play this, then by all means, let’s have some fun.” “Really?” I faked my anger. “You danced with me, called me Juliet, stole the flower from my mask, and then kissed me after. And then you pretended you didn’t recognize me. You deserved it.” He laughed, leaning down to whisper into my ear. “You’re mine now, Duchess. Remember my promise?” He spun me and caught me flawlessly.

She didn't know if she would be able to act the perfect girlfriend. She needed someone to teach her. She called Jessica. “Hello, who am I speaking with?” Jessica said Immediately she picked up the call. Marley rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, Jessy.” “So you remember there is a person named Jessy. I thought we were no longer on speaking terms.” Jessica said sulking. “I'm sorry. A lot has been going on and I was preoccupied.” “A lot? What has been going on?” Marley bit her lips. She can't tell her about the deal she signed with Anthonio. He said no one was to know and besides that, this deal was something she wanted to keep hidden from anyone else.

He was not swearing, raising his voice, or issuing any threats of violence, yet he was overpowering the Duke. “You wouldn’t dare,” Edmund spluttered. “What do I have to lose? I am doing this for money. You break this deal, I seek my finances elsewhere. We achieve our mutual goal, the Duchess falls pregnant-“ his eyes shooting to mine with a fierce, burning gaze, “and we are all satisfied,” though his final words did not have the same fiery confidence. Edmund glared into the fire, unwilling to move or utter another word. Fitz approached him with an outstretched hand. “We do not need to quarrel Your Grace. We are both keen for the same result. Believe me it shall happen this month.”

If I continue to be nice to people then they will think I am weak and will take me for granted. Well, I am good as long as I don't take innocent people for granted and I don't take innocent lives. I carried my laptop on my palm and headed to my well, large furnished office on the third floor. I sipped my coffee as I sat down to finalize the deal with Dwayne & Co properties. "Is that the final price for the hotel? Look, Mr. Dwayne, I already have people who are disturbing my emails every day for me to buy their hotels. I am just waiting for you to talk over it."