The Duke's Daughter Drops Her Engagement And Facade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Your daughter... I cannot return her to you.” Ashton jolted. “What do you mean, Duke?!” he exclaimed, his voice sharper than before. “Your daughter is now Duchess Athaleyah Galina Griffith.” “What?!” Ashton shot to his feet, eyes widening. His breathing turned heavy, and for the first time since arriving in Skythia, he truly felt himself losing control of the situation. “What do you mean, Duke?!” he repeated, his voice nearly trembling from shock and anger. Hugh remained seated upright, his gaze calm as before, though his jaw hardened slightly.

“I’m sorry, my king. I do not know. We aren’t allowed inside but my guess is it isn’t something good.” “Why do you say that?” Rhode asked her. “Well, the duke had told her to forget that she is his daughter. She had not seen or heard from her father in over seven months and honestly, my lady was thriving. The moment the news of your arrival with your bride spread, he sent for her.” “I see.” “And, this bit might be gossip but lady Mary said she saw servants of the Fulher mansion wheeling out carts of broken ceramic and I’ve heard that the duke has a violent temper.”

Cough, be serious, be serious, I sat upright on the sofa, straightened my skirt, and looked up at the duke, who was leaning his forehead wearily against his hand and looking down at me, seemingly at a loss as to what to do. ‘Father, don't trouble yourself, I will arrange Inette's clothing, food, and shelter.’ In total, Ario should be thirteen years old now, and his clear, youthful voice still sounded quite sunny. It seems that the duke was not informed of Inette's adoption. It was once said in the novel that after the death of the duchess, the duke lost interest in everything, and he would not bother to adopt a girl as a tool of power. After a long silence, the duke sighed and gave in.

I've to return quickly , if I meet any members of this family ; surely I'll dead . "My daughter , what are you doing here?" Duke asked with indifferent face. Sh*t, what a bad luck ,why sin have I committed to end up before the female lead's father. when I read the novel , it mentioned Duke loved his daughter , what's with the face. don't tell me he found out at first glance I'm not his daughter. I'm going to die today.

Suddenly Havana's stomach felt twisted, "Equally? But you are Duke's daughter, you have higher status than the rest of us! You have expensive jewels, luxurious dresses, lavish carriage, and personal maids and knights!" "Well, I got it from my father and of course, I'm felt so grateful because of it. But Havana, it is not everlasting. Maybe someday we will get bankrupt and lose every penny we have. We could die because of sickness or anything else and bury into a coffin. Without bringing anything except the bad or good deeds." Havana rolled her eyes, "Keep that advice for yourself. If I was the Duke's daughter like you, I will go to every luxurious party. Not wasting the time in stupid place

He was not swearing, raising his voice, or issuing any threats of violence, yet he was overpowering the Duke. “You wouldn’t dare,” Edmund spluttered. “What do I have to lose? I am doing this for money. You break this deal, I seek my finances elsewhere. We achieve our mutual goal, the Duchess falls pregnant-“ his eyes shooting to mine with a fierce, burning gaze, “and we are all satisfied,” though his final words did not have the same fiery confidence. Edmund glared into the fire, unwilling to move or utter another word. Fitz approached him with an outstretched hand. “We do not need to quarrel Your Grace. We are both keen for the same result. Believe me it shall happen this month.”

Queen Mary said at last. At this, Duchess Arden saw red. Perhaps it was simply in her nature to see red, however, it was not surprising, given that the duchess had only recently learned about my existence. To now be talked down to by the queen about the same irked the duchess to no end. "Then it is done," said King Henry. "Not quite. What about your side? She is my only daughter. I should hope you would pay me the courtesy of presenting to me the man whom you would have me wed her to, prior to such an engagement," said Duke Arden.

He glanced at her hardly eaten breakfast. "Yes Father. I've promised him." Melissa said. "Alright then. You've been looking tired lately, it would do you good to go out and mingle. Take Andrew with you, only then I would be assured." As much as Duke Malcom had kept his guard up against Benjamin Blackwell ever since Lord Melvin informed him about that man, he didn't want to alert his daughter unnecessarily. Judging from how she's reacting to Duke Kensington's absence, he knew that his daughter had fallen for that man, hence he's convinced that Melissa would not be fooled by Benjamin's sweet words.

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.

I spat out all the juice she was drinking, shocked at what she had heard. "Hahaha. Is this a real joke? I'm not ready for that kind of commitment... so I'm really sorry, your majesty... No thank you!" "Tell the prince that I slipped down the stairs and died." "Isabela! Don't be insolent... you will marry Prince Christopher and we will form an alliance with his kingdom, whether you like it or not. My father's menacing gaze fell on me. But I didn't care, I'm tired. “This is an opportunity to show us that you are worthy of our daughter… I trust you will do a good job!” Said my father trying to close the matter.