The Duke's Masked Wife Novels & Stories

accused Hertia, who was right on target. "No, Duke! I am telling the truth. The Duchess is now waiting for you for the first night." Zena deliberately emphasized the last sentence so that her lord would leave immediately to meet his wife. Hertia snorted in annoyance, but still walked towards the room where Regina was. She insisted on using their room, but Zena of course wouldn't allow it. The butler racked his brains to get Hertia and Regina to sleep together every day. "Have a very long night, Duke," Zena said with a smile as she watched her master leave.

I explained to her what happened. “No! I was tol-” The woman didn’t finish what she was saying when all of sudden Duke had slapped her face hard that surprised us all who saw what had happened. “That's for bullying and insulting my Wife in my own succession ceremony. You are lucky I am a bit busy to deal with you “ Duke said coldly as he put some alcohol on the hand he used to slap the woman’s face and wipe it immediately with a handkerchief. wow.

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.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the room as everyone stared at each other. The woman - a tall blonde with too much makeup and a dress that barely covered her body - stared at Valerie with wide eyes. "Oh my God," she whispered, "You're... you're the Duchess! Valerie Calder!" She fumbled for her phone. "Can I get a picture? My friends will never believe..." "Leave," Rick said curtly, his eyes glued on Valerie. "Now." "But Rick, baby, this is..." "Now, Jessica." His voice carried a warning that made the woman step back.

Ellie said, pointing to a painting of a woman in very little clothing. Jasper grinned, he put his arms around Ellie his hands just underneath her breasts "She was a very, very bad girl. Her name was Gabrielle Teller, and she married the third duke. As you can tell, judging by her clothing or lack of it, she was a bit of a girl."

And this time, it was his turn. Oh, Tom knew alright about how his two friends, the Duke of Belikov and the Marquis of Kain, could get married in six months. The young queen has arranged a ball for her engagement party, even though she is already married, at the Belikov’s castle and that’s how Niklaus meets his future duchess, Lady Rebecca Davis, and how the masquerade ball that Ian attended, ends in shackles with Lady Emily Moore. Tom just knew that he would be asked to get married next.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

As I petted her nose and enjoyed her nuzzles I heard a gruff voice. "Excuse me ma'am are you allowed in here?" I spun round and found my eyes meeting the greenest glare I'd ever seen. Almost as green as my husband's eyes narrowed as we quickly sized each other up. "I think you should be introducing yourself seeing you are the stranger here." "How am I the stranger, I've never met you before!" he replied with a smirk, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. "I'm the Duchess of Tarrick," I said archly, waiting for her to apologise and offer his hand.

The other one covers her mouth and asks in a low tone, “Could it be that she is rather pregnant? Wow, that will be great news for the year. The ever-known virgin spinster is pregnant.” They arrive at the hospital and she is given a bed. And she is treated but her eyes aren’t open and they wait by the door when they see one of the band members come their way. He whispers into her elder brother’s ear, he looks at his younger brother and asks him to go and see the doctor to know if there were medicines that they needed to purchase. He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the