Novel & Cerita The Duke's Masked Wife

She was in her mourning attire, the upper part of her face covered with a thin veil being held with a very fancy black hat on top which looked like it would more suit a party than a funeral. I did not back away or reflect myself in fear but this time I crudely answered back. “Why? Are you scared, mother?” The women’s eyes which at first shone in a menacing glare turned to that of a wolf caught in an act of no defence, she leaned herself on the railing of the staircase, gulping deeply like her life reflected before her. “Don’t you even try, my husband has already decided who is to be the next duke and that is none other than the head of the family, Elias himself.”

The ballroom glimmered with chandeliers and gold. Silk gowns swept the marble floors, lace fans fluttered, and the music from the string quartet wove through the air like smoke. Nobles whispered behind masks, laughing into their champagne flutes. The Duke’s masquerade was infamous. No one left without a secret.

(Earlier that day) Everything was out now. Duke Maine now knew everything. His suspicious nature would not let him give his daughter to an unknown entity, even if that unknown entity was the new duke of Copia. So Duke Maine continued digging, but it wasn't until the night of the masquerade ball that he'd gotten someone to tell him about James Beaumont.

Stanley called out and stopped her from getting up again. “What is the matter?” The Duke faced the event planner and asked him. Based on the cordial relationship between them, the event planner who was unaware of the relationship between him and the troublemaker, explained, “This Woman is a witch. She wished to ruin your event.” “Ha!” The Duke screamed and looked at his wife and the officer. Before she could speak, the female staff stated, “She has been fighting everyone. She almost beat up the Major's wife.” “The Major's wife?” The disoriented Duke asked and the children were ashamed of themselves.

Armano stopped his movement, "After this, can you tell the Lancia's knights in the South Island to come back to the Capital?" "My, you are so cold, Duke. How could you bring your daughter and left without saying goodbye?" The gray eyed man staring at him for a moment with unreadable expression, "That's not your concern, Crow Masked Man."

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

“I want to.” The way he said it oftened me instantly. “When we get married, though, I prefer you barefoot all the time.” My cheeks heated immediately. “Again with the marriage talks.” “I’m serious.” He looked up at me. “Big wedding, fairytale probably. You're walking toward me while I completely lose my mind.” I threw a pillow at him. “You’re ridiculous.” A knock interrupted us. “One second,” Duke called out. He walked to the door, spoke briefly with someone outside, then returned carrying two garment bags.

The woman I assumed to be her nanny bowed and excused herself from the room while I paced around, running my fingers through my hair and wondering what other secrets he had. "So let's get this straight, you are masked for some reasons unknown to everyone, including me, and now you have a secret daughter that you didn't bother telling me about? What do you take me for?" I yelled, slowly losing my cool. "I told you, Ariel. Don't allow your feelings to get in the way because this marriage is nothing but a mere alliance. And you don't have to worry about my daughter, she's not your responsibility. Just focus on being a good wife to me and a great mother to our unborn children," He shot back.

Williams' gate. The dust accumulating at the house, as well as her breakfast from three days ago, barely touched, indicated that Blair hadn't been home since my absence and it baffled me. “You know I could have you arrested for being a nuisance,” Mr. Willams surfaced, sounding very calm. “Where is my wife?” I threw a question, firmly at him. “We can barely call her your wife,” he said, “I mean, she was gifted to you,” he added. I reached out to my bag, and grabbed a bundle of five dollar bills.

Lukas immediately defended Faye. "She is the only one who can match Ms. Stewart's skills to create an impressive show. Uncle paid Ms. Stewart a lot of money, so Ms. Stewart can't disappoint him, right?" Lukas' words brought everyone back to reality, making them realize that the stunning woman who captivated the audience was actually Cedric's wife. Although she was exceptional in appearance and dance, Cedric was an extremely powerful figure. As Cedric's wife, dancing in such a place seemed undignified.