Novel & Cerita The Duke's Daughter Drops Her Engagement And Facade

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.

"Once your last name is changed to Wintour, you've got nothing to worry about." Clare looked down at her fidgeting hands before turning her face to the secretary again. "Can I ask you something?" "Yes, of course," said Shirley. "What will happen if the Duchess doesn't get married?" "Well, it's a long complicated family story," Shirley said. "Let's just say Her Grace's father was not fond of her lifestyle and it had created a huge rift between them. Before the Duke passed away, he had written a will that ties his daughter to an unbreakable tradition. Everything that is under the Wintour name will go to her uncle if his conditions aren't met."

“Take it easy. Deep breath.” “I can’t do it. It’ll break my mom’s heart.” “No, no. Breaking this engagement is a bad idea, Kate.” One of his hands caught her shoulder while the other tilted her chin so their eyes could meet. “You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.”

He could still see the woman earlier, now walking away from the middle of the road. Edmond stared at his son who seemed uninterested with everything he’s been saying since earlier. “Duke, are you with me?” There was a hint of exasperation in his voice. But judging by Duke’s facial expression, his son doesn’t care at all. “I’m listening,” Duke shortly said, turning from the car window to his dad. He watched as his father opens a brown envelope and brings out a small photo inside, showing it to him. “Olivia Reign. Your bride-to-be. You have to come with me to meet her in Reign mansion two days from now.”

Instead, he softened his expression and smiled slightly, saying, “Miss Miranda, there are some things I ordinarily wouldn’t mention, especially since Duke Reginald is your savior. However, I’m truly concerned that you might not know his true nature and could be deceived by him, so I must speak up. Duke Reginald is widely known for his erratic and frivolous behavior. Beyond that, he’s also a cold and ruthless man, treating lives as insignificant. Miss Miranda, do you know he once had an affair with one of my mother’s palace maids?” Miranda paused in her steps. Though palace gossip wasn’t her business, the idea of a maid catching Reginald’s eye... she couldn’t help but feel curious. Seeing her

"This is all your fault Nick! You've ruined my daughter's life and it's all because of your foolish act. You're selfish Nick! You couldn't even think about how she was gonna feel if you ended the wedding just like that. You shouldn't have given her false hopes in the first place." The Duchess snapped at Nick. "I hope you're happy now," The Duke said calmly but there was this harshness in his voice even if it was calm. In the room were The Duke and duchess, grandma Nadia and Jubilee. He had not noticed their presence as his eyes were focused on Alice. He walked slowly like he was gonna pass out towards her bed. He knelt beside her on the bed and held her hand.

So, I had no option but to run away from home to stand independent. And now, the Duke is telling me that he is my Father? And that I am his daughter who has been missing for the past fifteen years. I sat up right, my lips curling into a confused smile. “I don't understand all these! What are you people trying to say to me? You mean to tell me that I am your daughter? But how?” I inquired, my voice shaky yet invulnerable. Sitting by my right hand is Mrs Cecile Sullivan. She is the Duke's wife. She grabbed my hand softly, tears almost falling from her eyes.

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

“I did and i would have been able to carry out the Pam very effortlessly if Hazel had not some how disappeared on the night of our engagement ceremony. I-“ However, before I was able to continue, she raised up her hands to stop me and from the looks of it, hd skilled to be in deep thought. “I did get word of you getting engaged to the omega daughter of the Duke but I had thought that all you wished to get from the union was the backing of the ducal family. I had thought that it was foolish as the Duke has been aiming to sink his claws in to our family for decades but for some reason, your father blindly trusts him and would not listen to any thing or any one about the matter” she says with h

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.