The Duke's Masked Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

I asked as our bodies collided, mildly while he smiled and kissed my neck. “You have to understand that I’ve got a very scary wife, she’s never going to let me out on the color of the White men’s mafia. She preferred j aimed the yellow, meant for the Cosa Nostra,” Duke replied as he released himself from my grip and turned to the audience. Someone working the crowd hit a glass tumbler with his fork gently as it resounded in the air to draw our attention.

They were coming straight for the room. Before Victoria could react, the Duke’s voice cut through the chaos. “Get back, Victoria!” he ordered, his voice full of urgency. Victoria’s breath caught in her throat. Who were these men? The masked figures were closing in. The Duke had no choice but to act. In one swift motion, he lunged toward the door, but the moment his hand touched the handle, the door exploded inward with a violent force, sending him sprawling backward. Victoria gasped as the masked men poured into the room, their eyes gleaming with malice. The Duke barely managed to rise to his feet, drawing his weapon with a fluid motion.

Her lips parted slightly and, in a murmur, she cried out his name. “Queen Mavice, does my appearance frighten you?” Duke picked up the mask from the coffee table and was about to put it back on...

Holding her face up, she spoke, her callous voice enveloping the room, “You’re right certainly, Duke Conrad. Of course, I don’t know you and I don’t plan to. I am quite sure nothing benefits me from knowing you.” “Ah...” The Duke’s coarse voice rumbled through the air. “But of course! Just as Garlow had said. You’re truly a jewel in the rough. A perfect rose among the wither.” The Duke stopped inches apart from her and then began to touch the delicate softness of her cheeks to Lianne’s chagrin. She quickly brushed his hand away and in response, the Duke caught a grip on her wrist and pulled her close to him. His bearded mouth was close to her ear when he spoke. “And I won’t regret having you

A hand roughly grabbed her as she tried to get up, and when she raised her head, her eyes settled on the duchess, who was looking at her with a mixture of pain, fear, and…death. ‘Where is my husband?’ she asked as her hands tightened around her hands, and the midwife was not sure at that moment if the duchess was also possessed by whatever had taken over the manor. She dared not lie to her, as she feared what might become her fate too. ‘Dead! He is dead’ she replied abruptly with wide eyes fixed with fear. She felt the hand around her arms loosen slowly, and a new wave of pain crossed the duchess’s eyes.

Mrs Crystal Delance smiled, leaning over to add some Coleslaw onto my plate. “All these dotting for a stranger,” the first wife hissed loudly, glaring at me. Damian’s Mother snapped her fingers at her “Yeah, this dotting is for my daughter- in- law,” she spelled it slowly. The first wife’s face scrunched in hurt, “whatever my son, Duke will soon be getting married to Loxie here, isn’t that right son?” she smiled at Duke “Y— yeah yeah, Mom,” Duke answered, putting a glass of juice to his mouth. He stared at me and bit his lips.

Edmond answered back. Feeling disgusted by the pretense between the two old men, Duke can only turn away. He has always been bad with feigning kindness and faking good relationships. On one side of his torso, he could feel his father’s elbow poking his side, as if signaling him to say something. “I’m very honored to be invited in your mansion, sir.” “Oh Duke! You don’t have to call my husband sir. After all, we’re going to be families soon.” Suddenly, a beautifully refined middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone