The Duke's Redemption 소설 & 이야기

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

I spent my whole life playing the perfect daughter and the model fiancée. I gave up racing, painting, and every dream I had of being free. I turned myself into a machine that never needed rest. It wasn't until I was 35, lying in a hospital bed as my lungs gave out, that I finally heard firsthand what my father and my husband, Adrian Devaux, had been plotting. The fortune worth billions that I had worked myself to the bone to preserve? My father had long since arranged to leave every penny of it to his illegitimate daughter, Claire Bennett. And the husband I had stood by for years had been cheating on me with Claire all along. They looked down at my wasted body without a shred of pity in thei

They feared the alphas would kill me and my child, so, they sent me in hiding, but the dragon Prince somehow found out about my condition, and approached my grandparents, when they refused to tell him where I was, in anger, he burnt everything to the ground,' I growled, hitting my desk when she finished telling me. Halsey jumped from her seat in fear, while her son was calm, his eyes fixed on me. I was fuming, the fucking dragon king was the reason the Crawford estate burnt down, killing 20 members of my pack. I was going to retaliate! " I will avenge this," I declared. Fear instantly took over Halsey's face as she shook her head. " No, it will only bring war, and he will know my son and I a

"Duke doesn't like men who hurt women. You could say it's a line that, when crossed, has him committing murder. He just got out of prison for the second time. He'll have no problem pretending your head is a pumpkin and leaving it in pieces before we go." Miles's face turns the color of boiling lobster. "I can't breathe," he gasps in a strangled voice. You would think Duke had him by the throat. "Good," Dax replies, his smile still in place. "Your smashed head won't hurt so bad if you pass out first. Knowing Duke here, though, he'll wake you up before he caves in your skull." "Please." His eyes scramble around the room looking for help that isn't there. "They never came back. Went on a call a

The duke entered through the broken door carrying a backpack, shaking his head, smiling despite the sounds of the ticking bomb filling the room. "Your lady is quite a warrior. She killed two men twice her size with only a three-inch knife at her disposal, she raced us here like a mad-woman. I'd marry her fast if I were you." Cerdic said while he handed Nicholas a bag of tools the Viscount might be needing. "Except you already have your sights on someone," Redington muttered while he examined the tangled wires on Rafael's chest. "Hmm, don't move, Raf." "As if I'm going anywhere," Rafael answered dryly.

the duke said, already agitated. James clasped his hands together, a cruel, sadistic look on his face. "You know how it goes, Sir, a contract is a contract." "If you're so sure this will hold up and The Crimson Mercenaries will stand with you-" "Oh, I am. They've already joined my ranks. Copia has the superior army and weaponry. Do you still think I'm going to lose, Your Grace?" "You're bluffing." Not taking his eyes off of Duke Maine, cool and confident, he picked up his phone and handed it to Duke Maine.

“I hate him for that.” Harry stayed quiet for a while before speaking again. “This is the time to beat him at his own game.” I frowned slightly and looked at him properly. There was something calculated in his eyes. “You are beautiful, Ann. Men like Duke always come back when they realise they no longer have control.” He leaned back slowly. “We position you back into his life. We make him obsessed again. Then we destroy him the same way he destroyed you.” I almost laughed. “What makes you think Duke will fall for me again?”

The Duke removed his riding cloak and jacket, hanging them by the fire. Beneath, a linen shirt clung damply to his chest. It crossed Loren's mind that the tailors of Windrider might be deeply immoral people. His black hair had come loose during the ride, falling below his shoulders in damp waves. Firelight moved across his face, sharpening his cheekbones and softening his mouth in a way Loren found unhelpful. The Duke pulled a chair closer, stretching his legs toward the flames. He looked perfectly at ease, as though sharing lodgings with an unmarried woman was routine. She’d heard whispers about soldiers before, men with a woman in every barracks. Someone like him probably collected admirer

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.