The Duke's Masked Bride Summary Novels & Stories

Mason asked one more time. “Sounds like you need help mate. Tell you what, why don’t you come with me and let us witness the marriage first hand” Considering he was oblivious to his surrounding, it was logically understandable that he could just follow the man wherever he went and hopefully tried to get acquainted with the environment.They had arrived at the duke’s palace; Mason was overwhelmed by the number of people seated across the room and wondered what the title DUKE stands for as this was his first time having a grasp of that entire word. They all stood up, and Mason followed the protocol too and he noticed a man entered and the moment the man took his seat, everyone sat down. Mason d

The man was dressed in a formal court attire and the black jacket accentuated his tall and well-proportioned body. His cold aura diminished at the sight of his bride and Duke Kensington's serious face broke into a stunning smile, specially for the beautiful woman approaching him. Those who were paying attention to the groom were indeed surprised at this unusual sight, something they never thought they could see in their lifetime. The Duke's handsome features were heightened by his smile and the young ladies who caught a glimpse of it blushed, as if the smile was intended for them. When she reached to where Duke Kensington was, Duke Malcom handed her over to him and went to seat in his place.

Mai began to tell the story of how Duke Dior first met the duchess. "When it came time for him to leave, he offered her family tons of gold, just so he could have her hand in marriage. Instead of fighting for her, the duchess’s father relinquished his daughter to the duke without a fight, and quickly married her when they arrived in Astral." Maria patiently listened to Mai's story; the girl's voice was calm, but Maria knew this was only the calm before the storm.

“No, it’s good enough that I know who were the ones he invited. That old man is one tough nut to crack. Anyway, he would probably use my participation as an advertisement to entice a lot of nobles to join his masked ball. Though I feel irritated, I still have to thank him for helping me find Lili. Consider it as my thanks to him.” The Duke stood from his couch and walked towards the wide-open terrace. The icy breeze blew and caressed his perfectly chiseled face. He lifted his head and gazed at the moon rising over the horizon. Thinking that he could finally take Lili back home, the Duke couldn’t help but smile. He was literally all over the moon.

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A hand roughly grabbed her as she tried to get up, and when she raised her head, her eyes settled on the duchess, who was looking at her with a mixture of pain, fear, and…death. ‘Where is my husband?’ she asked as her hands tightened around her hands, and the midwife was not sure at that moment if the duchess was also possessed by whatever had taken over the manor. She dared not lie to her, as she feared what might become her fate too. ‘Dead! He is dead’ she replied abruptly with wide eyes fixed with fear. She felt the hand around her arms loosen slowly, and a new wave of pain crossed the duchess’s eyes.

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

However, the next second when he helped his wife out of the car, all the people were stunned to see a very beautiful woman beside the infamous cold Duke. The way people were used to seeing the sun rising in the east, in the same way, they are used to seeing their cold Duke single. Most even predicted that the rumours were all truth, no lies. No woman would ever come in his dark life. Some elderly people even believe that the Duke is cursed. He would never get along with women. However, the appearance of this gorgeous woman did not only failed their predictions but shocked them to the fullest. How come their cold Duke let a woman stand beside them?

Duke squeezed my hand and I remained silent. “I, Duke Michael Thomas,” rang out in the clubhouse and every person inside stopped breathing in astonishment. “Take Corinthia Abby Blake, to be my lawfully wedded wife.” Some words were hard to understand and none were perfect to anyone but me. This man held my heart in his hands and while doing it, he gave me his world and he would love me forever. The minister, priest, or whatever he was smiled. A tear rolled down my cheek. Duke and his words. I was the luckiest woman alive.