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Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

,I nod. "sorry I get up to pee a lot",I sigh. After leaving I try to head home but Duke stops me. "want to grab food?",I don't meet his eyes. He looks at me and I avert my eyes. "sorry I need a nap",I walk off my guards following. Duke pov

You yourself said that people have not known the truth about us for many hundreds of years, - says Yulia. - Just sit down and read a couple of chapters. You yourself will understand everything. the librarian says. Julia stands in indecision, not knowing what to do. But still, he sits down in the chair next to Duk and hesitantly opens the book. She starts to read. Duk is wiping his glasses with a soft cloth, his eyes are darting nervously, his forehead is covered with wrinkles, he is obviously seriously thinking about something. Yulia quickly flipped through the pages, with every minute her impassive face became more serious and attentive. Over time. She tore her eyes away from the book in sh

“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

I’d try to reassure him, but Duke still had my hand. “I don’t need her to be sworn in to know, and I don’t need her to promise me anything.” “I don’t really get what’s going on,” I said honestly. “There. You’ve met her. Now you can leave.” “As rude as Andrius is being right now, I could use some clothes,” I laughed. Duke nodded before he stood to his feet. Releasing my hand, he stared at me expectantly. But not in an uncomfortable, weird way. No, in a patient, take your time kind of way. If that even makes sense.

"Unless you find someone who owns the fucking casino, there’s no winning against that scumbag owns." “We’ll talk tomorrow, rest for now.” He sighed leaving me alone in the guest room. Sleep was a stranger, I lay in the dark, the silence of the house making me uneasy. My phone sat on the nightstand, its screen lite up casting a faint yet annoying blue light across the room and I picked it up to shut it down, but then something caught my eye. Theodore Duke, the Duke of Wall Street. The headline read. An article about him had popped up on my screen and I found myself opening it.

I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into. “A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.” I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looked tired.

She pulled one of the books she borrowed from the library onto her lap and tried to read—but the words blurred on the page, her mind too full, too loud. A soft knock broke the silence. It was one of the maids. “Would you like to come down for lunch, Miss Selene?” “I’m not feeling well,” she replied faintly. “Just a sandwich and some juice, please. In my room.” The door closed again, leaving her in quiet isolation. If only she could leave this place altogether, she would. Downstairs, Duke was already pacing outside his mother’s room, the morning papers folded tightly in his hands. The bold headlines screamed the story that had broken the internet the day before.

I tried to joke, but it came out weak. Duke gave me a small, tired smile. “Yeah, well, it’s been a hell of a day.” Ryder closed the door behind him and locked it. “What’s going on, Duke? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Duke ran a hand through his messy hair. “Not a ghost. Worse.” “What do you mean?” I asked, standing up. My legs felt shaky. Duke took a deep breath, his eyes not meeting mine. “I saw Marcus.”

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.