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Duke Arthur and Beatrice Blanche who was sitting alone in the room were sitting quietly until it was filled with laughter of the Duke. "You are going to be the Grand Duchess of this Empire. You don't have to make a deal with me, do whatever you want!" Arthur shouted full of pride. "You don't even know me, what if I do something that can embarrass your name," Beatrice said shyly. Arthur thought the woman in front of him was very interesting. She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden.

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.

She picked it up and thumbed through it, finding the book to be a collection of poetry. "Poetry, eh?" she blurted softly to herself. She put the book down and looked at the sleeping Duchess again. She hadn't made any stir. Clare hesitated, unsure if she should wake up the woman or leave her to rest in peace. Curiosity got the better of Clare, and she leaned slightly over to peer at the figure lying next to her. Suddenly, the Duchess's bright icy blue eyes snapped open, almost causing Clare to jump. "Jesus, you scared me," Clare said, trying to catch her breath.

"Didn't you think I was watching, Gracie? Oh, I saw everything. Saw the way you offered your sweet body to him. He might not have been man enough to take you, but I certainly am. You belong to me. Born from my seed. Duke has no right to take this honour from me" He lifted one of his hands from my head to grab that damned book again and propped it up at the side of me. "Look at this, isn't this what you wanted?" he pointed out. I couldn't help but look at the picture of the couple that was in a position not much different from the one we were in now. "Wasn't this what you were panting over when I walked in? Wasnt your hand stroking over those firm tits of yours as your eyes drank the picture

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.

She sat on her bed trying to control the fear that she felt upon hearing the last words of the man who introduced himself to her as the Duke of this castle. The Duke was grinning wide while walking down the corridor of the castle. Knowing that the female guest of the castle is not the Hybrid King’s woman made him laughed so loud, feeling so relieved. He returned to his own rock villa and there, his most favorite mistress among all his many mistresses was already waiting for him naked, lying on the love divan seat inside his lucratively designed room. A wicked smile covered his evily handsome face while lust suddenly triggered his manhood putting his whole body to heat up like that fireplace

I asked again in a more nervous voice, now that I knew who he was, I was sure he had the connections to do that, and that realisation scared me. “Oh, he's serious, no doubts about that”, Duke answered without missing a beat, and my heart fell. Then he added, “But then again, you are the first girl he's bringing home and given a chance to earn her keep… so good luck and try to avoid getting on his bad side” ***

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

Bonnie led her to the big double doors of the Duke’s office and then pushed them open, ushering her inside. The Duke himself was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. It was the most magnificent view, though it wasn’t the view that immediately drew the eye. How could a mere view compete with the man who stood there as if he owned it? Dressed in a dark charcoal suit that highlighted the width of his powerful shoulders and lean waist, he was a commanding, magnetic presence as he talked on the phone to someone. That deep, rich, melted-chocolate voice filled the room, whispering over her skin and making her shiver.

For the man whose world only revolves on his empire. The storm outside grew heavier, thunder rolling across the horizon. The sound almost drowned out the soft creak of footsteps approaching the door. Celine froze. Too late. The door opened. Duke stood in the doorway, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly damp from the rain. He looked exhausted, but when his gaze fell on her, on the papers in her hand, his expression hardened instantly. “What are you doing?” Celine’s stomach twisted. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said quietly, holding up the certificate. “What is this, Duke?”