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Duke forced himself to look up. His eyes were red—glassy, exhausted, and hollow. “I’m asking you to help her start over. Away from me.” He scoffed. “You’re buying her life, Duke! You're just thinking of yourself after you hurt my sister!" Duke’s reply came almost instantly, but his voice shook. “No. I’m buying her freedom.”

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.

Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

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.

His pupils dilated with a look of genuine, disturbing hunger flashing in his eyes, craved not for my body, but for the power radiating off it. "I’m here because you look... useful," he whispered, "more than you were an hour ago. Tell me, Sienna, does it hurt to be that valuable?" "Useful." I spat the bitter word right back at him. "God, you’re an idiot. Is that all you see? A battery? A weapon?" "Everyone has a price," Duke replied, abandoning his usual logic as he leaned closer with eyes locked on mine. "Most people are too dull to even realize they’ve been bought, but you... you’re the only human who calls me by my name without a tremor."

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.

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 duke stood up as he hurriedly opened the letter and read its content' {Crystal Palace} The letter contained only two words but to the duke it meant everything. A way to the greater dungeon! The duke was excited, he had to go there immediately but also have to avoid the prying eyes of the princess's spies. He instantly burned the letter to ashes. "Send a letter to Duke Miel, tell him to get his men ready" "The wait is over" City of Aerowyn Duke Miel, the strongest warrior of Brightwing Empire. Miel

I averted back my eyes outside. "Then let me make you believe." I faced him in my forehead knotted. "What do you really want, Duke?" "I already told you. I want us to work-" "Yea, I already know that you want us to work out but why me? We don't even know each other and you just met me that day. Are you playing on me because there is something happened that night?" "What?!" He looks at me unbelievable. "I ain't like the man you were thinking, Christmas. I'm not playing here and I can't do that to you." He said sounded like I offended him.

Duke Lancia slowly rised from his chairs and put a gold coin to the table, "This is for the soups," But Jenkin still froze to her place even after Duke left that place. Her heart beating so fast and she can't breath. If his daughter is a witch, then Duke Lancia himself is a satan! *** "But, are you sure about this, Miss? I heard South Island is.. tough," Mary said to Cecilia while they are in the carriage after buy so many books to the store. "The hardest the challenge I got, the better. I want to prove something to everyone who hated me," Cecilia said while she closed her second books about the reseach of wasteland with disappoinment.