The Duke's Masked Bride Summary Novels & Stories

There were no happy endings here. “So, this marriage… this Masquerade Ball. How does it all work?” I asked, my voice almost hollow as I tried to understand this bizarre world I had been dragged into. Sasha’s smile turned a little warmer as she explained. “This is a bit different than your regular wedding, darling. Everyone will wear masks. Jace won’t come until later, so you just have to go around, talk, dance, enjoy yourself. And then, when he arrives, you’ll go to the front and do your vows.”

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

The feast sprawled across long tables, platters of roasted meats and towers of fruit gleaming under the chandeliers. Dante moved among them like a ghost. He wore the mask he had perfected over the years: impassive, cold, untouchable. Men toasted him, women smiled too brightly. He raised his glass when expected, nodded at jokes he didn’t hear. All the while, the knot in his chest only tightened. When it was getting late, the older men began their chants, calling for him to claim his bride. Dante’s jaw set as their voices rose in unison. “To the bridal chamber!” someone roared, and the rest echoed it, slamming fists on the table until the sound became a drumbeat.

“What I felt for Dante was just a crush and nothing else. Alvardo treats me right and that's what I want. He is a good person trust me Emily.” “He has left all of his brides at the altar Andra. He just wants to ruin your reputation. I know you are happy right now but think of every aspect first.” “Article writers write all sort of lies on their arricles just to gain visibility. I expect you to know this.” “I still don't trust him.” I told her. “You don't have to. I am the one getting married to him and not you.” she seemed to already have made up her mind. “Well if that's what you want then I can't stop you. You are an adult and have to be responsible for your actions.”

Meanwhile, the technical crew projected the two beautifully decorated seats for the Duke and his Duchess just to let the host know that there was a wife Without minding what they termed an error, the host continued, “I think it is appropriate that his fellow Dukes and elders should usher him in.” “Them,” some women shouted to draw his attention to the oversight. Cassie did not understand what the women meant and considered it to be part of the excitement. He watched the Dukes, elders, and their wives get up and begin to walk toward the main entrance. The women were up and ready to cheer their Duchess up. Harry and his wife were set. She got up and began to gather her balloon dress. The overs

Her lips parted, a silent protest forming, but before she could voice it, I was already striding towards Bruno, a triumphant swagger in my step. “Excellent work,” I commended him, clapping him on the back a little too enthusiastically. “No loose ends, I presume?” Bruno, a man who wouldn’t crack a smile if you told him he’d won the lottery, simply grunted in response. “Carriage went over a cliff. Coachman’s alive, but shaken. No sign of the Duke or the Duchess.” Perfect. Annalise, the uptight, tiara-wearing socialite, and her stuffy Duke of a father were out of the picture. The path to marrying the ever-so-convenient heiress, Isabella, was now paved with rose petals and champagne wishes.

The gown, already askew, slips further down her shoulder. “Let go of me!” she screams. “Dominic! I’m your bride! I’m the one!” Dominic doesn’t bother to look at her. Instead, he grabs Francesco’s bloodied lapel and raises his fist again. He pauses as Beatrice gasps and Francesco flinches. “You will take that dress off you daughter,” he says to Beatrice. “Do it without a scratch or rip, right now, or I will beat your husband to death in front of you.”

Duncan led his men with courage, resisting the shooting with determination and skill until they finally managed to take down the last man guarding the entrance, making way for the next challenge that presented itself in its desperate search for Rosalie. As they proceeded toward the house, Duncan pushed the door with determination and entered the room. What he saw made his heart even tighter. There, before her unbelieving eyes, was Rosalie dressed as a bride, with Louie forcing a kiss over her lips. A justice of the peace was behind them, proclaiming them husband and wife. Although there were several rows of chairs adorned with flowers, no guest was present to celebrate the union. By the time

“We have to greet them. So please come with me. Just be polite, I mean, normal.” “I am nervous. They do not like me.” “We have moved past that stage.” Dominic asserted. “It’s a contract. So, play your part and forget the sentiments.” “Fine.” Dominic led her to the group that had just finished exchanging awkward greetings. “My son, there you are,” Duke said, extending his arms for a hug. “Dad, Mum, what a pleasant surprise.” He hugged his parents and presented Andra. “My beautiful bride.” He said and Andra smiled politely.