Romans & histoires The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue

“…If she gets close to me by chance, I’ll be force to separate you from her.” He threatened his wife. “If we aren’t welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from.” She replied boldly. “And you think I’ll allow you to go that easily?…You’re my wife and whatever I say stands. Don’t think you can get away from me easily.” ******************************************* Rebecca’s only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with anoth

The most important thing I had learned was that you must let others feel your emotional response, and never remain indifferent to praise or criticism! ‘If there's nothing else, go rest,’ the Duke waved his hand as if swatting mosquitoes, and buried his head back in his paperwork. I jumped down from the chair contentedly, almost tripping over myself, but I managed to stand firm. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the Duke seemed to tremble a little, probably because he wanted to catch me. But Elio, who was standing right in front of me, was indifferent, with a cold face. If I had fallen into his arms, he would definitely have dodged. What an unpleasant guy.

His steps were steady and swift, as though even a single wasted second was unacceptable to him. Eden followed silently behind. Roxanne remained where she stood. Her gaze lingered on Killian’s retreating back as he disappeared down the corridor. Cold, distant and untouchable. Exactly as she remembered. Nothing had changed. “The Duke has always been like that, Sister,” Rion’s voice came from beside her, breaking the silence. “I hope you can be patient when you marry him.” Roxanne turned her head slowly. Her expression had already returned to calm. She was even… smiling. A soft, graceful smile, just as expected of a princess.

Duke! "Duke, you kissed me?"

“Lord, how forgetful of you. You caught those bunch after they tried to claim a part of your territory as theirs. Their parents just paid a big ransom for them just a month ago. They’re now free as doves.” “So they’re our friends.” Lucas smiled back. “Yes, Lord Duke. They are f*cking adorable friends that gave us free money.” “The bastards dared to venture deep into my territory without my permission and they’re doing it again.” The duke shook his head as the stupid bunch tried to flirt with the mysterious lady. His gaze sharpened further after seeing that a few were already getting too physical. “Lucas, what should I do?” “Greet them my liege?”

"Your Highness?" The Duke looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Spread rumors about it being a nasty joke and… whoever dares to take the request… kill them." Ilian was well aware of those instructions, he would do it even if the Duke hadn't ordered him. That beautiful woman, Emma, didn't deserve to be prosecuted like that. Though he didn't know if those rumors had any basis, now watching the Duke react like that, he was sure that some truth was hiding. Maybe Emma really was the key to find the Pearl.

The Duke's eyes grew dimmer, as Ariana's face was the only thing he could think of at the moment of his death. “My granddaughter … She will be a good Alison successor,” he said quietly. In the next moment, Duke Andrew no longer blinked, no matter how long James waited for him. James let out a long breath, as he witnessed the end of the life of the master he respected so much. James saw the condition of his body. He smiled bitterly, as he used another pile of corpses to sit right next to Duke Andrew's corpse. “To be by your side until the time of my death is the greatest blessing of my life, Your Grace,” he whispered before he joined him in closing his eyes peacefully next to the Duke.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war