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

There was a pin drop silence in the room. Sydnee blinked for a few times before she regained her composure. Mistress? Was Lady Geneva serious? She was just a high school student. Could it be that Lady Geneva think that Duke Theodore and she had a relationship? That's absurd. Thinking about that makes Sydnee want to puke. "Mama, what are you saying? Dad has a mistress?" Catarina then glared at Sydnee. "And the mistress is she? Come on, Dad is pricky. He won't choose a child."

His Master was in a devilish mood just 10 minutes ago, but now he was like a lost child that someone left him in a strange place. ''our Madam is the only one who can control our Master's mood anytime she wants.'' David coughed to get her attention, but Kate still ignored him. e

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

"Not a chicken! I lost a cattle to you, a cattle! Know how much that cost me? I want something big." "My daughter won't let me touch her animals, I have nothing else except rum." The Duke's ears perked up as Benjamin mentioned his daughter. "Bossy little lass, ain't she?" The gambler asked and everyone laughed. "Ya won't have to worry about her anymore if ya lose her to me. Why don't you bet her instead? Then you can have the animals." "Don't you already have enough wives and even more bastards? What you want my girl for?"

So he wasn't around. This old woman who had come to the Duke's residence claiming that she was the Duke's mistress. This angered magrette, so after telling Rosie the issue, Rose took charge of torturing her. Since her dad isn't here she might as well do as she pleases. Her dad will never see this woman remains. Two days was enough to get rid of the said mistress. Rosie laughed like a ghost on a hunt mission. "Make sure to stab her and take her to the sunken forest, you know what do,""

The maid was working diligently as she would scrub every inch of her skin before she was rinsed with a pail of lukewarm water and dried with a towel. "Thank you. I will be attending to my duchess now," Niklaus' velvety voice was coming inside her eardrum before Becca closed her eyes. Why does my husband have to be a duke? she mused before she turned to glare at her husband. The duke merely smiled at her as his blue orbs were gazing at her body up and down. "Shouldn't you be doing your tenants' payment right now or something?" Becca asked him as she was moving to the dresser to get ready. But of course, Niklaus was beside her in seconds.

"I am Duke Fedelin Vermillion. A firstborn from Vermillion Dukedom. Do you mind telling me your lovely names?" "Pardon me, but we are in a hurry. W-we need to get going, right?" says the queen, dragging her maid to the segway. "Ah-hahaha, yes! Goodbye, duke." The maid bowed her head and turned her back to leave. Duke Fedelin was astounded when the ladies left. He was interested in the beauty of the hat's owner he retrieved last time in the town. He whispered, "HUh, my charm didn't work?"

"Because my husband paid for it. "It's bad enough your mistress mother used my husband's money—but you, his bastard daughter, dare to bully my daughter? "You filthy wretch. How dare you show up at my daughter's recognition banquet? Isn't stealing her identity for all those years enough? Now you want to provoke her in person? You're just like your mistress mother—cheap and shameless."

"Thank you, Mistress. I have a little help here and there. Taking care of this place is something I love, and I feel lucky to have gotten the chance to do this." His eyes clearly displayed his sincere adoration, and the warmth he displayed made Sihyeon want to communicate with the man more. "Although I wasn't able to go through the entire place, this is lovely. Thanks to you, Mr. Jung, I got am opportunity to see this place," she spoke out. "You are giving me too much credit," he said, "This garden existed from a long time and holds the childhood of the Master. Even Master's father grew up at here."