The Duke's Masked Bride Summary Novels & Stories

(Earlier that day) Everything was out now. Duke Maine now knew everything. His suspicious nature would not let him give his daughter to an unknown entity, even if that unknown entity was the new duke of Copia. So Duke Maine continued digging, but it wasn't until the night of the masquerade ball that he'd gotten someone to tell him about James Beaumont.

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.

'' With a heavy heart, he nod then lead his bride to the war room where many were gathered in anticipation. They all raised to their feet and bow, then waited for Rydstorm to take his seat before they sat again. Catori stood to his left with her hand behind her back, feeling awkward and looking all over the room. After realising that his mate didn't have a seat, he got up and offered his to her. ''Please, have my seat.'' Catori smiled at Rydstorm but shook her head, ''I'll be alright, you are their king.'' ''And you are their queen. Besides, what kind of king or man would I be to have my mate standing?''

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

I had to be both. I began to move, a slow, calculated orbit that would bring me into his trajectory. My timing had to be perfect. I waited for the moment the older man finished his story, and as Damien gave a polite, dismissive nod, I took my step forward. I didn’t trip. I didn’t stumble. It was a graceful, deliberate collision, just enough to make the contents of my champagne flute leap from the glass and splash across the pristine white of his dress shirt and the lapel of his black tuxedo jacket.

Duke stopped himself before admitting he took Martha to the bedroom on the plane. “You what?” Ada presses. “Nothing, My Duchess,” Duke takes her hand and kisses it. “Nice try,” Ada stops him. “What did you do?” “Who did you do?” Emma asks with raised eyebrows. “Don’t lie to your mates, Duke,” Lewis warns. “The goddess gifted you two mates, don’t lie to them.” Duke is sitting between his mates and looks at both of them. “Jern’s daughter, Martha. She offered herself to Bär, who denied her, but took up the offer,” Duke tells them, bracing for them to yell.

Because deep down, a part of me wondered if it was true. But Maddie stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Say whatever helps you sleep at night. You lost. That's what really eats at you, isn't it?" Lady Kalali’s smile sharpened. “Oh, darling.” She stepped back, smoothing her gown. “This isn't over. Not remotely. Do you honestly think the palace nobles will welcome some potion-brewing nobody as their Commander's bride? There are games being played that you haven't even begun to comprehend."

I was about to find the manager to ask, when Marcus approached with Josie: "The wedding venue is beautifully decorated. Josie loves it. I promised Josie I'd give her a wedding, so she'll never have to endure people's scorn again." "Don't worry, I'll still register the marriage with you. You'll be my legal wife, but I've decided to save myself for Josie. After marriage, I'll never touch you. If you want an heir in the future, you can have Josie bear one for you. After the wedding ends, Josie will be family anyway." I was so angry I nearly laughed. He wanted to directly give my ducal position to Josie and his child? "Marcus, I told you—I won't marry you. This wedding has nothing to do with you