The Duke's Bored Daughter Is My Master Novels & Stories

“Certainly, your grace.” Minutes later, Fedel came with his hands tied behind him. “I apologize, duke. I deserve to be punished.” He said. The duke bothered to look at him. “You were my loyal companion, Fedel. I trusted you.” His mouth was silent and the duke continued. “Tell me, what right do you have to kidnap my woman?” Fedel was dumbfounded hearing his master say that. He’d called her his woman now…This is bad…. This is the first time he had seen his master getting so worked up over a woman. And what more, so possessive of her.

Might he be- “She is my daughter, Duke Morelli. Lady Cassey Timmerhaus, please greet him.” “Greetings Duke Laudicus Morelli. It’s my pleasure to be here at your grandiose ball.” Looking surprised, the duke replied, “Greetings to the little miss of Timmerhaus. I was worried this old face may be unrecognizable, but hearing you greet me formally makes me feel undoubtedly excellent.” “Please don’t bother yourself Duke Morelli. I really admire your swordsmanship and if the world allows, I shall do everything to be your disciple.”

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

“Then I'll go first, Grandpa!” Duke Andrew watched as his granddaughter cheerfully came out of his room after they had finished talking together. The smile that was originally visible on Duke Andrew's lips was completely gone, when the door to his study closed tightly again after Ariana left. “James, you're here, right?” Out of the shadows, James came out and bowed respectfully to his master. “I'm here, Your Grace,” he said respectfully. Duke Andrew's brows furrowed from time to time, as his granddaughter's sudden change of mind completely boggled his mind at the moment.

Bzzzzzzt "Son of a- AAARRRG!" Before I could reach the mangle, the knife went deeper into my leg, making it impossible to take it off. "Hey, you´re a butler, right? Who is your master? The duke? Maybe the duchess?" Fooling around with his advantage, he traced a circle around me as he kept making questions. "Nah, you´re too inexperienced and young, they wouldn´t have a use for you... So that leaves their young and beautiful daughter"

She wrapped her clothes tightly around herself and walked into the mansion. “Arden, you must have known long ago that I wasn’t Earl, right?” Duke looked down his nose at Arden. He raised his foot and used the end of his leather shoe to raise Arden’s chin. Each of his words held a bloodthirsty edge to them. “I’ll give you a chance to live.” Arden spat at him. “You might as well just kill me!” “Your master is dead. I can kill you with a snap of my fingers right now.” Duke sneered.

The bedroom door is open, and Bryce is pacing around like an angry animal. "Yes, my lord?" I whisper while keeping my head down to evade any wrath from the Duke. "The woman is my mistress, Clarissa," he bluntly states. "She tells you to do something, do it." "Yes, my lord." I still don't bother to glance at him. "Go fetch some clean water for my bath, boy." There are an earthenware pitcher and basin on a nightstand next to the Duke's bed. I quickly grab the pitcher and leave, heading down

I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind. "Did something happen master?" She asked. I dropped my hands and stood up from my throne. "Which idiot waters them?" I asked seriously. "I believe it's Ose." She answered. "Summon him!" I spat on top of my voice. She closed her eyes then slowly went down to her knees as I sat down angrily watching her call on his name three times. "You called me Ducan?" He asked immediately as he walked in. He looked happy and his damn smile said it all.

“So you've got that kind of money, huh? You just wanna screw me over, then?” “Not at all! I only promised him that to get him to—” “Good. So you asked him to do it.” He paled all over again. “Don Draven, I really didn't mean to do it, please. I was just curious if my daughter was behaving —” “Your daughter is mine, Duke. Mine. You should know to never cross the line with me.” I walked over to the large steel table in the middle of the room and picked up a sharp paper cutter.

"Yes, Mother. An automobile of the kind only the imperial family possesses." "Good heavens… that is undeniable proof of how precious you are to the Duke." Dorothy was almost moved to tears of pride. Vivian smirked. "The evidence is clear. Whatever I want, he provides. He treats me so differently compared to that lowly wife of his." Dorothy patted her daughter's hand. "Your father will be thrilled to hear this." "Where is Father?" "Right here." A deep voice echoed through the hall. Robert Moreau entered with a steady, composed stride.