روايات وقصص ضمن The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue

In the dimly lighted room, besides the steam floating from the tea and bright light from the smartphone, the room was quiet, duke's expressions have turned sour, his fist has turned sour due to his rage upon witnessing the proof of his trusted aide betrayal. "Is this real?...". (Duke Merrica) "It is,…..we weren't lying, right now, we even have the baron together with the 2 bandit leader alive in the other room…you can confirm all this by yourself if you want to...but…". (Elijah)

“Bär believes Duke. You and Ada felt it for a moment only. Had it been more, you would have felt it more.” Duke starts crying, holding Emma’s face. “Look into my eyes. Jillian, talk to Stag. I love you, Emma,” Duke says again. Stag- Jillan, I was tired from running. We were not thinking clearly because of the fight with Ada. I love you. Please forgive us. I love you so much. Emma hears Stag talking and looks at Duke’s eyes. He is crying. “Emma?” Ingrid calls again. “Mom, I’m okay. I believe him,” Emma says, but can’t say anymore as Duke presses his lips to hers.

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

I do not have the stamina to wield both weapons for long, and I am exhausted by the time I return to the castle with the Duke after midday. I arrive at the Duke's bedroom with a pitcher of clean water when I discover the Duke and his mistress are making up for the day before. Both were in a heated embrace, and I do not want to witness anything further. I silently close the door, leaving the pitcher on the office desk. The scene should not bother me, but it does. I need a distraction. I sit on the ground outside of the closed office door after I grabbed the book "The Odyssey," which the Duke must have returned to his library. I am at the end of the second

Rig sarcastically told Duke while he plays his balisong just like he always do but what he said was a fact. "Everything's going as planned, Duke." He muttered and placed the figured at the glass table beside his chair, placing it in between two figure of nude man holding a gun. "Everything's going on very well. Perfect and all so well." He slowly uttered while smirking his lips. "So you mean, the woman from last night. You know that she's escaping and you let her go?" Duke is still puzzled and his slow understanding is irritating the hell out of Rig and ignored by him.

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

“Oh, that would explain why you’re so spoiled.” Everyone laughed. “Humph. I shall take my leave now,” said Duke Henry. “Don’t think that you are getting away unscratched,” said Eric. He looked at Duke Wild with resentment. “What do you mean? My granddaughter is paying for her crimes already.” “I meant your crime. A word of apology is not enough for attempting to murder my wife.” Duke Henry chuckled and said, “Well, I’m sure it’s just a misunderstand-“

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

“And that was a very long time ago.” I looked at Iris with a slight frown. What was her game? “And I have moved on, Duke, so I suggest we end whatever it is you are about to say because I am going to decline,” I added firmly and gently placed my cup on the small table in front of me.. “At least hear me out,” Deucalion said. “I do not need to, Duke, there is nothing you can say to convince me to get with Iris,” I said as I gazed at his eldest daughter whose expression was still soft and smiling.

The crowd, having witnessed the uncomfortable exchange between two powerful men, quickly dispersed, not daring to linger. Halfway out, Duke Reginald suddenly turned back. He waved in Miranda’s direction. “Miranda, come here.” “Me?” Miranda was startled, pointing at herself in confusion. “Yes, you. Come here!” Sensing danger, Miranda instinctively took a step back. “What do you want, Duke Reginald?” she asked cautiously. Ah, she looks just like a cat with all its fur standing on end. Amused, Duke Reginald smiled. “My request is simple: you, come here.” He broke his command into three parts, his voice deliberately slow, laden with clear displeasure and threat.