Novel & Cerita The Duke's Masked Wife

However, he was as tactless as Liam was back in the day—a couple of exchanges, and he would start scowling and refused to speak further. Harley understood what Henry was doing, but no matter how beautiful or attractive those heiresses were, none of them sent their heart racing like Gwyneth first did. Why did she have to be Liam's wife? Harley's eyes went red as his fingers clenched around his wine glass, and he chugged his drink. When he put it down, he suddenly spotted a champagne red silhouette, and his eyes lit up. As he scrambled to his feet, he was left staring as the champagne red silhouette leaned against a man in a black suit.

I was feeling pleased with myself for a second and then I saw it across the room it was a gold mask with a visage of a wolf. My blood ran cold and before I could move the person turned around and even with the mask I could still recognize those arrogant eyes. Lucas. A soft chime cut through the murmur breaking me out of my staring contest with Lucas. An elderly couple stood on a small stage. The Duke and Duchess. They didn’t wear masks, but their presence demanded silence. "Welcome," the Duke said, his voice dry like aged parchment "You have left your names at the door. For tonight, you are your ambition, your cunning, your will. Mingle. See who stands beside you when the labels are stripped

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

However, even if she was his wife, it didn't mean that he cared for her as much, but the displays of love the past few hours were enough to make everyone realize one thing, the Duke was head over heels for his wife. So who in his right mind would like to land a hand in that beautiful silver-haired woman. Not a reasonable one at least. "The first finalist to enter the stage is Her Highness, Duchess Emma," Madame Lu said as they all knew who was the girl behind the golden mask. "And the… pitiful… Sir Kal." They all laughed, it was indeed a pitiful guy and even Emma showed a bit of an embarrassing smile. The poor man was now being observed carefully by the man still holding Emma's hand.

Wasn't it Aleksander Tamarin? Duke Theodore smiled at the young man. Lady Geneva beamed. "It's our pleasure to meet you too, Young Lord." Aleksander grinned and looked at Sydnee. The ball was not a masquerade party, but some young lords and ladies were wearing masks to hide their appearance. But Duke Theodore did not intend to hide Catarina and Sydnee's faces so they were not wearing any masks to hide their beauties. It was no wonder that nobody recognized Aleksander except for the ones he interacted for the past few months. Sydnee thought that it might be because the Marquis was ashamed of his illegitimate son, so he approved of Aleksander wearing a mask.

Duke moaned deeply as her pussy swallowed his cock easily. "Oh, we fit so well together, don't we?" She purred and turned towards the camera. A gasp left my lips. I knew her face. It was Thalia. Marcus's widow. His late best friend's wife. The same woman Duke had held in his hands while she cried at her husband's funeral fourteen months ago. "Ride me baby," Duke growled as he gripped her ass hard, lifting her high and bringing her down against his cock. "Yesssss..."

Duke tightly stuck his teeth to Keondra's baldric and dragged her. "Duke! Stop it!" She begged and struggled to get free but his grip was tight. He dragged her away as she helplessly watched the masked man slowly behead her father and throw his head away. His head rolled near the many dead bodies. "Daddy!" She cried miserably. "Duke let me go!" She shouted and struggled again. The masked man was slowly following them and Duke picked up the pace when Keondra mounted on him and headed into the palace towards the secret door.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”

Allow me to introduce you…" As he spoke, he motioned for the woman beside him to step forward into the spotlight. She wore a white mask that revealed only the lower half of her face and accentuated her bright red lips. Matching her mask and fair complexion was an evening gown as white as pure snow wrapped around her petite body, tracing every one of her curves. The lace around her collar was wrapped especially tightly and showed little skin altogether, yet it served to make the men in the crowd even more curious about what lay underneath. She was so alluring that I could feel my arousal growing as I laid eyes on her. ”Hey!” I hissed under my breath, warning my wolf, Duke. “You’re a noble wol