The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

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.

I said and the Duke looked at me wondering what I'm trying to say. "Your granddaughter can't hold the ducal title like me and my mother. You know this too, right? I'm sure you're gonna find a man who will love your granddaughter and treat her well. After all, my grandfather did the same. Have you met my father?" I looked at him and he seemed to understand what I meant.

"She's so cautious, as if she's terrified of disappointing the Duke. And yet the Duke... he is a wild man." Ivan took a long, steadying breath, holding back from saying anything. Vivian stopped abruptly in front of a massive painting draped in a heavy velvet shroud. She turned, a curious, playful smile on her lips. "This belongs to the Duke as well, doesn't it?" Ivan's posture stiffened instantly. "Indeed, my lady. But it would be best if you did not touch it. It is dangerous." Vivian clicked her tongue, her expression turning dismissive. "Dangerous? It's just a painting under a cloth. You expect me to believe that?"

"No… it is my private matter, it doesn't have anything to do with you." 'Do you think I have to share my secrets with you when you don't mind sharing yours with me? Who gives you the right?' The Duke took his hand back and stared at her. However, the next moment, he moved forward quickly, and before she knew it, the book was already in his hands. "Stop…" She wanted to snatch it, but he was already passing the pages with a frown in his eyes.

They were smoky with irritation, and she knew that Jonathan had invited the duke's wrath with his careless words. While Jonathan turned with grim resignation toward the duke, Cassy watched him with appreciative eyes. Eastland looked so handsome, dressed much the same as her brother but with an assurance that Jonathan did not yet have. The duke's biscuit coloured trousers fit him perfectly, tightly skimming the lean muscles in his thighs and calves. He'd obviously just returned from an appointment because he still wore his greatcoat and beneath it his cutaway jacket, frilled shirt, and green waistcoat. His cravat was, as always, impeccably arranged, and he carried a tall crowned beaver hat in

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

“I—“ He shook his head. “Even if I was interested in dating right now, it wouldn’t be you. How many times have you seen me before and not said a word. Do you even remember how mean you’ve been to me?” She flushed. “I haven’t—“ “My name is Duke,” he said, looking at her. “You sit in front of me in Frameworks. One the first day of classes, it was a literal monsoon outside and you asked your friend if you thought I was trying to embody a drowning dog.” My jaw dropped as her jaw dropped. I could see the understanding coming to her as she dragged her gaze over him. “I… I didn’t… You looked different.” “And you’re still a mean person. Please leave me alone.”

“He is cursed? Oh my God! If the Jamaerah knew that, they would kill him. I think he deserves it… He is a cruel and merciless person. Full of rubbish. Full of stupidity. Arrogance. It’s better if we get out of here. Do you want to get out of here? This is such a stupid question. I will crack these doors open, tell me your story in the meantime. Start the show! The world is full of untold stories.” The man I talked to for a whole day, the man I laughed with and told stories, the man who used his hands to unlock both our cells and lead me outside, the man who knew the hidden passages of the Duke’s mansion, that man… had a mask hiding his face in the shape of a moth. Like the rumour I heard wee

ok I didn't expect her to lie but the way she say it nobody will believe her, she looked too nervous, her hands are shaking, the cloth used to wrap the baby fall one side exposing his back and birthmark, the Duke's eyes fall to it, he scrolls, eyes fix on the birthmark, he steps forward, the duchess step backward he carried the baby from her hand she was reluctant but he gave her a hard stare and she releases the child, he opens the cloth on the baby, he gasps, the wife peep to see what he's looking at, when she saw it she draw in a shaking breathe "did you see this," he asked "yea, should, I did" she stammer the duke rolled his eyes at her and walked away quickly, I followed him. one, out o

“Gabby started talking nonsense. She got close, I didn’t move fast enough, she leaned in, our lips touched and I moved. I stopped it. I told her how much I love Ada and Emma and how I would never want to lose them.” “You should know I spoke to Gabby already,” Bär tells him. “Ingrid and I heard her version. So, speak carefully.” “If you talked to her, then you know she has lost her mind. She wanted me to reject my mates, I told her never,” Duke tells them. “Did you tell her that you never reject your mates because I would strip you of your title at my Queen’s request?” Bär asks. “No,” Duke shakes his head. “I told her she was insane to think that if I did reject my mates that she would ever b