The Duke's Masked Wife Novels & Stories

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Kaelen’s gaze flickered to hers briefly, a silent warning that tonight would test them both. A Hidden Agenda At the heart of the masquerade, Duke Thalric Veynor basked in attention. His mask gleamed with obsidian feathers, his laughter carrying over the music. Every gesture of his hand commanded those around him, and Serenya knew he craved not entertainment but power—power over the throne, over her, should her identity be unmasked. She slipped closer, feigning the humility of a servant. From this distance, she caught fragments of conversation.

“I don’t want you to suffer. I truly warned you to keep away. The Jamaerah aren’t people to mess with.” “Look at you!” she laughed. “So you knew everything about them and kept him by your side, what are you playing, mister Duke? That damned brother, he spied on you and told them every single one of your secrets. Do you know they know you are cursed and they are keeping a leash on you?” “I know. Keep your allies close and your enemies closer. I was the only one left to continue the goal we set to achieve. I knew someone who pushed us to begin all this masquerade.”

Sara threw away the remaining cigarettes that were left and quickly returned inside. “I want to announce, that my son, the Duke of Mayfield will be finding a wife this season,” The duchess spoke and smiled as she heard the crowd murmur. Every family wanted their da; acc; according; accordingd,ing to Wil,liam he only needed a pretty wife. The duchess walked behind him. “Have you taken interest in that particular, young lady? She is Sara Adams, you remember your father and yours were good friends. You cannot take interest in her because she is just a child,” She told him.

“The Duke says that it's not a good idea for me to be around right now.” He stared at me for a moment. “You're leaving Paradisa?” I swallowed hard. I searched his face, looking for some hint that he wanted me to stay. “The Duke says I should. That it's for the best.” He thought for a moment, and for a brief second, I thought he was going to tell me to stay. But he didn't. “Then we should listen to the Duke. He's been right about everything.” His voice was flat and his expression unreadable. It was the Prince mask. “He's always been right about you. Everything you've done, he predicted. I should have listened to him in the first place.”

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Finally, my mind caught up with me and I turned, tilting my face up to find the seething, rage filled face of Marianna, the Duchess of Du Pleasant and mother to Rosanna. She was in an elegant and fitted blush colored gown with matching white and teal jewels adorning her neck, ears and the skirt of her dress. Matching lace gloves and shoes completed her ensemble, and if it weren’t for the twisted mask of bloodthirsty anger, I would’ve thought she looked rather beautiful. With her golden blonde hair that was the same shade as her daughter pulled back neatly in a knot at the base of her neck and her clear blue eyes that were a few shades lighter than my fathers. “Madam, please!” Ivy’s quaking v

Duke Florentine cleared his throat and interrupted his wife's provoking words, "Anyhow, we came here especially to take that wom── I mean, Chiara, home. You should get your important belongings and come with us right a──" "Duke." Carzus interrupted with an imposing aura. He leaned back and crossed his arms, everybody looked at the beast mask on his face and waited for what he was going to say. "I can't believe how Duke Florentine was behaving in front of me." His voice was as cold as the snow that contained traces of danger and warning. "My apologies. It's just that this is a family matter and I want to discuss this privately with my … ugh … d-daughter."

Neglecting his daughter wish he despised for killing his own and one only love, turning the girl onto the villainess of that served as pawn for him to control the throne trough political weddings! Someone knocked at the door and opened it after I gave permission, a woman dressed in maids clothes stood in front of the door and bowed in my direction then spoke. The duke? Speak of the devil and he shall appear… everything is going to clear up the moment I meet him… if his world is really from that game or not! The duke came in without permission; well it’s his house but still!

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