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“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—“

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” ***

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.

The Duke removed his riding cloak and jacket, hanging them by the fire. Beneath, a linen shirt clung damply to his chest. It crossed Loren's mind that the tailors of Windrider might be deeply immoral people. His black hair had come loose during the ride, falling below his shoulders in damp waves. Firelight moved across his face, sharpening his cheekbones and softening his mouth in a way Loren found unhelpful. The Duke pulled a chair closer, stretching his legs toward the flames. He looked perfectly at ease, as though sharing lodgings with an unmarried woman was routine. She’d heard whispers about soldiers before, men with a woman in every barracks. Someone like him probably collected admirer

Seductive I realized too late that I had been staring. My mouth slightly open. My eyes fixed on him. “Your turn, my little kitten,” Duke said casually. His voice carried a teasing edge. “Go on. Undress.” My eyes widened. “What?” I gasped. He leaned against the edge of the dressing table like this was the most normal conversation in the world. “I like to see what I’m about to enjoy,” he said shamelessly. Heat rushed to my face instantly.

I chewed on my lips before I released a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I really do want this, Duke." "And that's because you have to bear my child. Isn't it?" I'm lost at words as I watch him clench his jaw again. Duke distanced himself to me before he stood up while looking down at my body. His hands moved and started unbuttoning his dark polo. When Duke removed his clothes, I was only watching him while silently complimenting his masculine body in my mind. I gulped when I felt the intense heat inside me until I saw Duke removing his pants as well.

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.

Just held it open for her, hand resting on the frame like he’d done it a thousand times before. Inside, the space was warm. A small fire was currently burning, most likely prepared by the personnel. The smell of pinewood mixed with a light scent of cinnamon. Lisa walked, gently touching the bookshelf, coffee, and counter pot. “So this is your idea of relaxation?” “No servers. No shareholders. No lies,” Duke replied, setting their bags down. “That’s what I call relaxing.” She shot him a side glance. “No lies?” He smiled faintly. “Working on it.”

“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.”