The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue Novels & Stories

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

I've to return quickly , if I meet any members of this family ; surely I'll dead . "My daughter , what are you doing here?" Duke asked with indifferent face. Sh*t, what a bad luck ,why sin have I committed to end up before the female lead's father. when I read the novel , it mentioned Duke loved his daughter , what's with the face. don't tell me he found out at first glance I'm not his daughter. I'm going to die today.

“Bit by bit, year by year, I became what he wanted. Spoke how he wanted. Dressed how he wanted. Until there was nothing left of Valentine Ross except in my dreams.” Duke’s expression softened. “And in mine.” The admission hung between them, delicate as spun glass. Valentina swallowed hard. “Your turn,” she said. “What happened after the airport?” Duke leaned back, eyes distant with memory. “I drank. A lot. Started riding with the Kings more seriously. Got into trouble.” His mouth curved in a self-deprecating smile. “The usual clichés. Broken heart, bad decisions.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.” He refilled their glasses. “Besides, those bad decisions led to good things even

“Your actions are very questionable sometimes but they lead to great results. I know you put great trust in me by showing me this. There hasn’t been any Transcendental in our kingdom in many years. You wish to protect your kingdom in exchange for the title of Duke?” “Yes.” “Why should we trust you? How do we know you won’t betray us like the former duke and current king of Ducroft, your husband?” “I don’t have answers for the future, your majesty. I do know that this is important for the both of us. I guarantee it. And please, your majesty, he is not my husband anymore and I’m nothing like him.”

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

Hearing Lelia's words, he felt like telling everything for a moment but whenever he felt that Lelia misunderstood and might leave him after hearing these things, he became silent. "I promise I will finish all this soon and tell you everything. I hope you will forgive me, Lelia. Because even if you want to leave me instead of forgiving, I can't let you go. You have become my habit. You I can't think of my own life for a moment without it,” Duke, muttered to himself looking into the mirror and splashed water on his face several times. Wiping his face Duke looked in the mirror, when an idea came in his mind. He immediately came out of the bathroom and picked up the phone from his bed and called

The Black Party was demolished. Yggdra expanded by one-third of its territory, and everyone celebrated. The people in the palace sang and danced. It was a very lively scene. Mavice held a banquet in the main hall of the palace. Duke was the only guest. “Mr. North, may I know what your plan is after this?” Mavice asked with a friendly smile. Duke said calmly, “I’ll go back to where I belong.” Mavice looked at him. “And where do you belong?” she asked hesitantly.

I’d try to reassure him, but Duke still had my hand. “I don’t need her to be sworn in to know, and I don’t need her to promise me anything.” “I don’t really get what’s going on,” I said honestly. “There. You’ve met her. Now you can leave.” “As rude as Andrius is being right now, I could use some clothes,” I laughed. Duke nodded before he stood to his feet. Releasing my hand, he stared at me expectantly. But not in an uncomfortable, weird way. No, in a patient, take your time kind of way. If that even makes sense.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

“You miss your friend a lot.” “Yes.” Jimmy nervously smiled. Karlyle gave him a suspicious look and sighed. “I forgot to tell you. The Duke went to another village to visit a friend. He will come back tomorrow.” Jimmy's eyes shone, “Can I go out then?!” The butler rolled his eyes, “No way. He made me swear and promise that I won't let you leave the mansion.” “Tsk,” Jimmy pouted. “He treats me like a prisoner. I am so tired of this.”