The Duke's Masked Wife Novels & Stories

Almost whimpering at the fierce scowl on the duke's face, Theresa offered a weak, "We, uh, had a glass of claret, your grace." Cassy looked up, her smile quickly fading as it hit her that Henry was there and he was furious. His tall frame blotted out the light from behind, and it seemed suddenly too dark and shadowy in the alleyway. "So, Zack," she heard Henry said lightly, "I see that you are once more with my wife. Getting to be a damnably dangerous habit for you, I'd say." "Henry," Zack began but stopped when the duke approached with a lazily graceful stride that looked more intimidating than it did casual. He stiffened and slid a glance toward Cassy as he stepped away from her.

He asked. "Yes yes sir." The recieved said with a shivering voice. "You know who is speaking right?" He asked again and the head of department replied with an overly excited and shivering yes. "Good, I need you to do something for me." He said and relayed a set of instructions to him before hanging up. "Now that's how you treat your wife well." He said as he unties the masquerade mask and placed it on the cabinet in the kitchen. As he did the dishes, Edward hummed to the song his favourite song and did a little saying around.

Taking the walking stick he came out of the room. He looked at Lelia's room and saw the door was open. He looked entered the room but she wasn't there. "Where is she? Did she run away?" Duke took out his phone when he heard Lelia's voice from back. "What are doing in my room? Do you need something?" Duke put the phone into his pocket and turned around slowly. Lelia looked at him. On his face was a black masquerade mask, covering most of his face. The mask exposed his thin lips.

He polished Roselyn until she was once again the perfect 'Holy Rose. "Be grateful the Duke hasn't called off the wedding. Seduce him tonight and secure that position as Duchess," Vogard commanded. He squeezed Roselyn’s hand with bruising force just before the ballroom doors swung open. "It should be easy for you, shouldn't it, Rose? Don’t make your father have to strike you again." "I understand." As the name of House Sirius echoed and the doors parted, every eye in the room was drawn to them. Behind feathered fans, noblewomen hid their sneers, waiting to see what flaw the center of high society might reveal tonight.

Jack nodded through Lazarus on the sly as the duke and his family left. Dame Killion and Samuel came down after the Duke Soren and his family left. They sat back in their original seats with Samuel asking, “Have they left?” “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” Jane didn’t hold back as she scoffed before raising her eyebrows quirkily as smirked “Was this meant to be a masquerade party? How come I didn’t get an invitation?”

London society taught him well on masking up emotions above anything else. “What could have been the matter this time?” the impatient duchess asked. Annoyance was evident on her tone. “It was about Lady Francesca—” Poor Sussana was cut short with the perverse assault of the duke’s short-tempered duchess. “Heavens Sussana! I already know the who about of the trouble outside. What I’m asking you is the what about of the matter? Such a trifling difference between elites and commoners.” The duke’s new wife was infamous for her blunt and belittling attitude towards her inferiors.

Even from decades ago, he could still recall how lovely she was naked on her bed. Long time ago. The crunch of the leaves was the only noise trickling in the darkness of the late summer night as his boots made their way along the pathway to the Duke’s mansion. He had been invited to the human masquerade ball and was greatly looking forward to it. His mask, firmly in place, hid his handsome features well. The powerful line of his jaw was the only thing apparent beneath the black satin, his eyes peering out mischievously. A smile twitched at his seductive mouth as the symphony flowed down from the ballroom, and the lanterns illuminated his path the rest of the way.

She got to marry a rich husband who can definitely afford a limousine or the latest car trending, but the other half which was supposed to be her Prince Charming didn't really work, guess that was where fate got it all wrong because she definitely never ever fantasized or imagined getting married to a masked man who was definitely not her ideal type of Prince Charming. She had once thought about marrying a man who was drop dead gorgeous that no girl could ever resist, a man who would have all heads turning to him when he walks, but she got the opposite; instead she got a man who is nowhere near her ideal type of Prince Charming. She definitely never wanted a Prince Charming who always wears

"Why and how? Why should we meet the only alluring people in this country only to later find out the worst? If our grandfather hadn't built a MAFIA, we would still be nobility, and I might have been arranged to marry her." "Right," Danica also thought the same of Duke Gian. "Anyway," she sighed, "how long are we going to stay here? I don't mind staying if I see the Duke every day. I am willing to be a mistress." She smirked. "What kind of person is his wife?" "His wife is the heiress of a big company. So, I bet that you can't even compare to her." "Why not? We have noble blood and we are richer than her, right?"

“Your Grace, what a coincidence. Are you here to visit Lord Blackwell as well?” Duke Kensington’s cold gaze swept past Sir Andrew, and Sir Andrew immediately took a step back. He realized he had probably said too much. “I’m here to fetch my wife!” With that, he strode past Sir Andrew. Sir Andrew thought he heard wrong. Wife? Did the Duke actually say ‘wife’? The girls and Lord Benjamin were chatting when they heard a cold voice behind them. “Melissa.” Melissa turned around and what met her eyes were the cold gaze of Duke Kensington.