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The study was dimly lit, the scent of old parchment and burning cedar filling the air. Heavy bookshelves and vases lined the walls, their spines gilded with gold and ruby, proof of centuries of knowledge and wealth passed down through the Ruiz lineage. At the center of the room stood Lord Michael Ruiz, dressed in a dark navy tunic, his broad shoulders squared as he leaned slightly over his father's massive mahogany desk, which was soon going to be his once he took over as Duke the day he marries Lady Daphne. Only the thought of getting married to her made his mood bitter.

Oliva’s point of view Rayne and the duke seemed to be very familiar with one another. The duke was too familiar with Miss. Rayne. He always found a way to touch her, whether it be her hand, touching her tresses, her face when he decided to be so bold as to run his thumb along her bottom plump lip. “M’lord that is inappropriate touching right, there save that till after ye two are married.” The duke turned his face to glare at me. I stared at the man right back into his eyes and refused to look away. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk, he opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue over his unusually long tooth ensuring that saw it, before turning his attention back onto Miss.

Pancras station in Starbucks, which she knew was just up from the subway. Today she would live like an average person, going out with a friend and having a pleasant time with her daughter. She was not going to stay in that awful flat, with a man who demanded food, demanded she go to the shop for more Strongbow and made her listen to his ridiculous ideas about being a duke. She laughed to herself she had seen the duke, she had met the duke. There was no way on God's earth that Grant could ever be a duke whether he was the son of one or not.

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

“Was it? I suppose it was. You’d know. Of course, you’d know. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, could you?” Duke’s briefest glance away was all the admission of guilt that Alex needed. He burst into uncontrolled laughter. “I knew it! All those times she was hot and bothered reading those idiotic romance books, you were too, weren’t you?” “What a perfect match,” he sneered. “It must be Fate. The Duke Agency couldn’t have done it better. A brainless football player for a closet slut. You can fucking have her. With my compliments. Go on, Caitie. Get up. Get over there with him.”

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

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.

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

“You played me.” I shrug, feigning innocence. “You got comfortable, Mr. Duke, and I easily took advantage of that.” He leans forward, his grin widening and light gray eyes glinting with intrigue as he mutters, “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I meet his gaze squarely and fold my arms over my chest, unable to stop the triumphant smirk from taking over my face. “I guess that means Lancaster Luxe has a new business partner.”

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