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

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.

She was starting to hate the sound of it. By afternoon, she sat in the penthouse living room, scrolling through her tablet. The city glittered beneath the glass walls. The silence gnawed at her. He had an ex-fiancée. She's thinking whatelse she didn't know about Duke? Not a fling, not a rumor. An engagement. A woman from his world, beautiful, powerful, and dangerous. Celine laughed under her breath. “I was never meant to fit here.” The door opened. Duke stepped in, removing his jacket, sleeves rolled up, looking exhausted.

“Go now, before I change my mind. Oh, don’t forget your fees. I’ll collect those later!” As soon as he said that, the group of men immediately ran away, straight towards the door. They already lost their will to even take part in the auction. Not with a death god hanging over their heads. “They run so fast.” The duke uttered coldly as he watched the men run for their lives. “Lucas, don’t forget to collect their promised payment later. We’re going to need it for this upcoming winter.” “Yes, Lord Duke.” Lucas bowed. “The job’s done. Now I have to greet my gue…” A frown slipped out of the duke’s face. He looked around and felt confused. “Lucas… where’s that lady?” “She’s gone… Duke. She ran awa

But how could that be? “You are our ‘Princess.’ The daughter of a ‘Duke,’ who refused a political marriage and thus left the palace with another woman—your mother, who indirectly—and soon—received the title of ‘Duchess’ when they married.” That string of words seemed to pull Pandora into a memory of Kingston’s statement about the ‘lost princess.’ She wondered if this was part of a conspiracy? It was impossible that for over a decade her father had hidden such an unimaginable truth. Pandora remembered how Chris had forbidden her from returning to Cambridge alone for urgent reasons. She grew increasingly confused by the revelations to come.

“You never wanted me anyway. You always wanted Emma. She has been in your eye since we were kids. I would rather live my life with a chosen mate than with you. Just admit it Duke, we will never work. I hate you and you don’t love me. So, let’s take a break and see if we miss each other. Let go.” Duke looks at her and then the pilot, Jern, comes into view. “I have orders from the King, Your Grace. I have to take off with Duchess Ada on board. I’m sorry,” Jern says and helps Ada close the door. Duke stands on the tarmac and watches Ada wave from the window before Jern pulls away and Ada is gone. Stag- What the hell just happened? Duke- She left me. She left me. Stag took over and started runni

Dominic just stared at her, his calm demeanor nothing short of maddening to her, so she directed her eyes back to her father, expecting that her vehement rejection had gotten to him. “In that case, consider yourself no longer my daughter,” Duke said resolutely, shocking her further. “And I’m not joking.” He continued, “I will disown you not just privately but publicly. I will make a public announcement to that effect and damn any consequences. But I will not sit back and watch you destroy me.” Andra was frozen in place as she stared at him, unable to believe her ears. Her eyes traveled to the formidable stranger and back to her father’s determined face.

She looked at me, confused. “Yes, I did. What’s wrong? Isn’t he your boyfriend?” oh, great. She’s definitely outdated. How could I even forget? “Not anymore. We broke up-“ Duke suddenly cut me off. “That’s why I’m here to try again. I want your daughter back, Ms. Barbara.” He walked to me and reached for my hand but Atlas was fast enough to push him and hid me behind his large frame, as if protecting me from any of Duke’s advances.

The Duke’s will had been declared: his daughter was no longer only his child — she was quarry. {THANKS FOR READING!}

he said confused, hoping that his defense just now would be accepted by the other person. Duke Alantoin leaned close to Baron Broke's face. "If the prince killed your daughter or took her to his palace, then I would appreciate her sacrifice, but in fact, he didn't kill nor took your daughter along," said Duke Alantoin. "Doesn't that mean your daughter isn't attractive enough for the Prince? Or maybe your daughter is too disgusting for him to kill? And what I know is that she's not your daughter who always looks flashy at tea banquets, right?" asked the Duke sarcastically.