The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue 소설 & 이야기

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

I only had little lights here coming from the outside but it is enough for me to see. An evil laughed coming from him disturbed the silence of the place. “You are destroying my image! I am Duke Grey, a CEO of the famous Earl Grey and you are ruining my reputation!” He yelled angrily. I smirked. “You are the one who destroyed yourself from the first place, Duke.” I replied and goes out in the room because they aren't there and take the other room. I take a glimpsed on the next room but they wasn't inside. There are only three doors here in the second floor and I guess they were in the last room. I slowly head there making a steps without a sound that will trigger my presence.

"What do you mean? Weren't you the one who sent it and even signed it first?" "T-That was before, Duke!" I argued with him. My lips trembled so I looked down at my hands. "I've changed my mind, I don't want to divorce you anymore." "And my answer is right in front of you." Duke picked up a glass of champagne as he drank it. "Besides, I don't have any reason to keep you with me. You're a fraud, aren't you?" "A-A what?" I asked Duke in disbelief. "What did you call me?"

"Everything we could find on Rick Cameron." Valerie opened the folder, grateful for the distraction from her past memories. She was ‘The Duchess’ now. And Dominic Calder was six feet under. She shouldn’t be thinking about that life anymore. She looked through the folder. In it was the photograph of the man who had dismissed her so coldly last weekend. As she studied his arrogantly handsome face, the fury she had felt that night resurfaced. She will deal with him accordingly, and by the time she is done, he will bow to her when next he sees her. No one treats the Duchess that way and gets away with it.

Almost whimpering at the fierce scowl on the duke's face, Theresa offered a weak, "We, uh, had a glass of claret, your grace." Cassy looked up, her smile quickly fading as it hit her that Henry was there and he was furious. His tall frame blotted out the light from behind, and it seemed suddenly too dark and shadowy in the alleyway. "So, Zack," she heard Henry said lightly, "I see that you are once more with my wife. Getting to be a damnably dangerous habit for you, I'd say." "Henry," Zack began but stopped when the duke approached with a lazily graceful stride that looked more intimidating than it did casual. He stiffened and slid a glance toward Cassy as he stepped away from her.

Ian sighed as he was looking at the map of the recent riots that were happening all over the island before he rubbed his face with his hands, wanting to get out of the courtroom as soon as he possibly could. But of course, Nick has another plan coming for them when he saw the duke was pulling some other ledgers that went way back in the ancient time when The Origins perhaps lived. Ian arched his eyebrow at him. "Seriously? Do you want to look at the ledgers now? But it's almost morning and I don't think that we to spend the night at the Stone Tower when we have our wives to warm our beds," he stated as Nick shrugged. The duke was smirking.

I don't want to marry your son. "I understand but I realized from my recent visit to the duchy that my father was not handling it well, there was a rampant embezzlement that had started since my grandfather had passed away. I'm not asking to be handed the title of the duke but I hope until a proper heir can be bestowed the title, you would allow me to handle the affairs of the duchy as the acting duke. After all, my father is not of Garrick blood and other than me, none of his heirs are of Garrick blood." I replied. "Lady Audrey, I understand that you are concerned with your duchy's well being but we cannot remove the current duke without any valid reason." Prime Minister Zeno interceded.

"Divorce won't be a quick process. The Duke won't be back anytime soon. We must be patient." Dorothy leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then let her enjoy her little kingdom for a while longer… and you, Vivi, use this chance. Get close to the Duke. Make him even more dependent on you." Vivian's smile turned predatory. "Exactly. I will stay glued to his side. I'll follow him to the battlefield if I have to. I will make him mine completely."

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.