The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

“This may sound absurd but….. I'm thinking of marrying Duke Vel Lavite.” “WHAT?!” He jumped up from his seat and protested loudly. I waved my hands to calm him down as I continued “I know it’s ridiculous but no one knows this world better than I do. I know what the duke is up to and the image he is creating right now is just a façade for his long-awaited reve—“

Pinapahamak niya ako. "My daughter is engaged..." the duke started. "But I'm not." Napatampal ako sa noo dahil sa sinagot ni Cassius. What the hell? Why is he so sly like a fox? "It doesn't matter if you're not engaged. My daughter is engaged with the Crown Prince. You should know and understand that it's treason to covet someone's fiancée right?" the duke said firmly. Cassius chuckled and fixed his eyes on me. The way his eyes were on me, it felt uncomfortable because it feels like he knows what I'm thinking right now.

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.

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

the Duke looks me dead in the eyes, “You’re safe. If I go with you, the King will be happier that he has someone he trusts with you, though he will still want to see you in person soon. And your mate gets the benefit of your presence. If his Beta would guarantee my safety, I’d appreciate it, though.” For a moment, I silently studied this Duke fellow while he waited for Jayvon’s response. He was clearly smart. He knew politics and diplomacy well enough to intuit people’s motivations quickly. He was also gorgeous. He could pass for Latin or Italian with his smooth bronze skin and sinfully deep brown eyes. Yet, my experience had taught me that smooth-talking hotties weren’t always trustworthy.

His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly. She didnt recognize the duke from some photograph in a history book. She knew far too much about him. She knew everything. Like how the royal ladies-in-waiting swapped bawdy jokes about the sad size of the dukes scepter. About how hed lost that eye (hunting accident, on a trip hed joined to appease the king). And about how right now, the duke was going to send in the girls whom hed preselected as suitable marriage material for the twelve-year-old king waiting inside.

I felt like my whole body was burning and I knew that I would catch a fever later so I needed to hurry up and drink some medicine. It's my honeymoon with my husband, I can't be sick and do nothing here. I need to attend to him and be with him wherever he plans to go. When I got out of the bedroom, I found Duke on the shore and he's on the phone with someone. He looked livid and dangerous right now while talking to someone over the phone. His face was too dark and it felt like he wouldn't like it if I'd disturb him so I just stayed inside the house.

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

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I turnedto find him holding an umbrella over us, Duke included. His gaze was unreadable. “Coffee?” he asked. — “I should’ve said no. Should’ve lied, made up some excuse. But clearly, my mind and body never quite agreed when it came to Dominic Kingston. Now here I was, sitting across from him and muddy Duke, gently sipping my coffee while rain poured down outside the window. I finally worked up the courage to speak first. “So, you read Lola Noir?” Stupid, Eve. What a stupid question. His lips curved into a slow smile. “I do audiobooks.”