Novel & Cerita The Duke's Masked Bride Summary

As his brows furrowed slightly, Duke stood at the altar, stiff as he cleared his throat, severe time. In her first life, he’d cried, fake tears, fabricated emotion, the perfect performance for the perfect wedding. This time? He couldn’t even blink. His eyes dragged over her dress, veil, and finally the glasses. He looked like a man trying to understand a puzzle written in a dialect he’d never seen. Finally, Rose reached the priest without a single misstep. Her gown settled around her, and she uttered no word to him, until- Duke leaned closer, lowering his voice.

Wasn't it Aleksander Tamarin? Duke Theodore smiled at the young man. Lady Geneva beamed. "It's our pleasure to meet you too, Young Lord." Aleksander grinned and looked at Sydnee. The ball was not a masquerade party, but some young lords and ladies were wearing masks to hide their appearance. But Duke Theodore did not intend to hide Catarina and Sydnee's faces so they were not wearing any masks to hide their beauties. It was no wonder that nobody recognized Aleksander except for the ones he interacted for the past few months. Sydnee thought that it might be because the Marquis was ashamed of his illegitimate son, so he approved of Aleksander wearing a mask.

Marie's eyes widened but it quickly turned to a smile, "I never but you shouldn't worry. No one will know that you have faked a reason to refuse his marriage. The duchess is a terrifying woman. I remembered how once she had—" "Mother!" Gabby sighed in frustration, "You are making a terrible mistake! I had heard it from the maids! They claim that Dominic, the heir of the duchy is a very handsome man! Not to mention, all those rumors about his curse was all false!" Marie raised her eyebrows and shook her head, "You will believe their words, darling? We all know how he had been rumored cursed since he was younger." "But you don't know if those rumors are true either!" Gabby stomped on the floor

"My lord, are you going to marry the young duchess for real?" Cornelius asked. Duke Alexander was sitting in his chair in his office as always, while the butler, Cornelius, was giving him updates. "I wanted to marry her in the first place. I just placed the contract so she would annul her engagement to marry me. But who knew she was planning on annulling her engagement in the first place?" Alexander smirked. "She is the only one I can think of marrying. Unlike other noblewomen, the young duchess is a truly admirable person, I have to admit. Even I was forced to admire her."

“.......of course, your grace. Follow me” Alana was aware of why the young man hesitated. The news would have reached even a remote area that the Duke was married to the daughter of a marquis, not a princess. The Duke hasn’t come to the memorial with his legal wife yet he was there alone with a supposed princess. He wisely kept his mouth shut and led them both to the mausoleum.

He had to contain with all his might his power from exploding in ire. That morning, he was still happy with his dear woman in his arms, he didn't expect that such dreadful news would enter his ears that early. He left her early to go to the outside of the capital and see such horrible sight. However, the criminal didn't stop at that, the moment he uncovered the man in the mask he saw the face of his own brother, his King. That was a clear declaration of war, and the Duke knew it very well. That man would not stop until he gets Emma, no even minding starting another war. Just to get her.

She replied with a chuckle unknowingly getting comfortable with him. "So... We're getting married. You'll be the duchess of Kerstone while I'll be your husband. The Duke of Kerstone." 'Again, get off your high horse!' she thought and then immediately fixed her face to feign ignorance. "You're the Duke of Kerstone?" She asked pointing at him and he nodded with a square shoulder. "Great. And might I ask, why did you come all the way from Kerstone just to get a wife?" "Because you were there." He replied mysteriously and she raised a brow.

But then, unconsciously, he began reading it, I WOULD LOVE TO CONGRATULATE YOU, BUT I AM NOT IN SUPPORT OF THIS WEDDING… The Duke frowned, walked towards the dark terrace and leaned out, reading some more. DO NOT GET MARRIED TO THE VISCOUNT'S DAUGHTER, EVEN IF YOU WANT TO. I HAVE MY REASONS. AND IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY… YOU AND I WILL ATTEND HER FUNERAL. BEST WISHES, THE SCOTTISH DAMSEL.

"You've got the wrong papers." "The sale contract is also in there," he said, without taking the document back. "Document two. The painting is purchased. That part is real." "Great." She nodded, satisfied. "So. The other thing is the joke part." "The other thing," he said, "is the marriage certificate." She looked at him. He looked at her. The gold leaf flickered in the background. "Okay," she said slowly, in the tone of someone deciding to engage with an unusual situation. "Show me the marriage certificate."

“It is not my place to say but the old master should have been responsible for his words. That was reckless, especially to pledge marriage without the young master’s knowledge.” Aldrich sighed as he sat back. Perhaps, the only solution was what Christopher suggested. He decided to head to the main house to discuss the matter with the old duke. Christopher rode like the wind. The lavender fields were in full bloom, the fragrance filling the air. But the lady running in the midst of the field was the only one who could occupy the heart and soul of the wild tyrant. Beatrice turned around as she heard the horse hooves, her long luxurious tresses falling all the way to her knees. Other than her p