The Duke's Masked Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her heart hurt and her eyes burned at the raw pain that still lay underneath after so many years had passed. The late Duke was not a man accepting of his faults, she realized. He had married his first wife for the fortune that he would gain and given his son away still chasing after the same wealth. He must have been a difficult man to live with. "Perhaps he wanted you to live in the laps of luxury." She said. "Carlisle has shares in textile mills across four duchies. There are also the farmlands and estates. I can insure banknotes without blinking an eye. My mother is a chronic philanthropist and I am not the bit fazed."

He was a dazzling handsome man, and his personality also seeped into his architecture. But that was not the impressive thing about the Duke. Next to his portrait was a regal Scottish woman in her elaborate purple gown. Florence was always enticed by her saucy pose and glance. It was Lady Rosemary, Richard's wife. He married the heiress, who was the real chieftain of the house. She was a favorite granddaughter of one special woman—Sophia of Hanover. It might not sound much at first, but Florence's father used to tell her that one couldn't become the British monarch unless one was legitimately descended from Sophia. That was the law of the realms.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

Lucien forced one car on him with a chauffeur so he couldn't refuse, that's advantage of having a mafia-vampire husband From the corner of his eyes, he noticed May and Luke walking hand in hand but since they are already in his past, it didn't matter unless they strike first. As soon as May noticed him, she dragged Luke while walking towards him “Jamie Von Nightshade, aren't you so shameless, you don't have a manager and you still dare to show your appearance in Bellion company,” her voice was clear but weak. Her gaze held jealousy and envy, this wasn't what she planned for

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

She curtsied and Rose could feel the woman's glare toward her and Dominic despite behaving politely. Rose felt his large hand tugging her, leading her toward the upper case of the stair before pulling out an object toward her. It was a mask. A white mask and a black one. "I didn't know it was a masquerade party," she said, about to take the black one which was less conspicuous when Dominic handed the white and golden mask that would cover half of her face to her dainty fingers. "It's not but it is a party where you would need this mask. Don't let go of my hands," Dominic faintly warned her before bringing her inside the large mansion.

“Wait.” The duke frowned as he stared at the young lady. The mysterious lady sat comfortably on the seat deemed exclusive to him. She looked so bored and helpless. She ignored the lascivious gazes being thrown at her and shook the glass of sweet wine in her hands with no care in the world. The butterfly-shaped mask stressed the sense of mystery circling her. If he would describe her, the lady looked enigmatic and unfettered.

Shirley asked from the other side of the door. “Give me a second,” I responded pulling myself to a sitting position. I needed to get over it, I had gotten married yesterday. It had to have been the worst wedding anyone would have ever attended. The bride had been changed, instead of the actual woman whom they had agreed on getting married to, the younger sister had been sent instead. The younger sister had been too eager to do her job as a princess and assist her fathers pack and had gone instead as the bride. Their masked alpha hadn’t even deemed the whole process necessary and had skipped out on the entire marriage leaving me to stand there like an unwanted woman only to come after the wed

However, the next second when he helped his wife out of the car, all the people were stunned to see a very beautiful woman beside the infamous cold Duke. The way people were used to seeing the sun rising in the east, in the same way, they are used to seeing their cold Duke single. Most even predicted that the rumours were all truth, no lies. No woman would ever come in his dark life. Some elderly people even believe that the Duke is cursed. He would never get along with women. However, the appearance of this gorgeous woman did not only failed their predictions but shocked them to the fullest. How come their cold Duke let a woman stand beside them?