The Duke Who Didn't Novels & Stories

Stefan complained. "I am terribly sorry, Your Highness but Lady Emily is not part of the House Garrick that's why the employees of the duchy do not recognize her as their master. As for not letting you enter, I am sorry for not being able to welcome you to our duchy, I didn't expect for your arrival. I would have waited for you if I had known and not left the duchy." I replied. The people started gossiping more about how self centered the crown prince was being.

As he was a key figure for the Maximillan duchy, his absence was a hindrance to completing some missions. "But I'm afraid I cannot do anything about the names, though I wonder why the young duchess doesn't want to be the duchess of the Terrence duchy," he said. "I can guarantee the young duchess will live comfortably there." 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵�

Both Father and Son sat in silence, thinking of Melissa’s uncertain future. It was a common knowledge among the noblemen that Duke Kensington was a sharp and astute person. Due to his decisive nature, coupled with his profound intelligence, he excelled in everything he did. At a young age, Duke Kensington had single handedly expanded the wealth and estates of the Kensington family, thus making him an invincible persona in the business world. However, he was also known to be cold and unfeeling, except to his son. After the death of his wife, Lady Delia, the only person who could bring a smile to his handsome cold face was little Lord William, his adorable son. Many women had tried to seduce h

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

“Is that a problem? I didn’t think that I was to be locked in my room for how ever many days, but if it bothers you I’ll stay in there until the trial. Which is when by the way?” “The trial was supposed to take place today, but it has been postponed until tomorrow seeing as I've been busy cleaning up, regaining order within the council.” “What do you mean regaining order?” I ask, annoyed that he’s drawing this out. What the hell is going on? “Duke is dead.” He says without an ounce of emotion. He sounds more irritated than anything else. Just another problem he has to deal with. “What?”

Did I disappoint my husband because of that? "They said that you never also visited the training ground while I was away. Is that true?" Duke started eating, even in a simple way, he really does look like royalty. Well, he's a real royalty. The Lycan King to be exact. I lowered my head before I slowly nodded at him, "That's true."

they missed the old him, they all do. but turning the Duke Claude back to his old self was always a failed attempt. no matter what they do, they cannot figure out what made their Duke that way. drugs, alcohol, a traumatic incident, hypnotism or anything in between, the people cannot figure out what results to that. Soon enough, they lost hope as they too succumbed to the depressing state of their duke to which soon affected the duchy itself and trickled down to the people of the Fortess Dukedom.

He cried. "If the goodness I was showing you wasn't enough for you, then nothing will ever be enough for you, I don't need selfish people in my empire, and if you say a word again, I promise you will wake up to find yourself in hell." Mr Dave said. "Guard!" He shouted. "Go bring duke Kingston to me immediately." He ordered. * Duke Kingston was having a wine with his wife lady Arizona. "He thought he will disgrace us in public and them go away with it like nothing happened, now I'm sure not only will he lose the deal but the respect of the British as well." Duke Kingston said.

Making an excuse, Alyssa was quick to separate them. “Didn’t you realize who he is?” she scolded Jacqueline. “You shouldn’t even be talking to him. That’s Jaime’s big brother… the one that has a title and properties all over Europe, Mexico, and the States… He’s the Duke of Altamira.” At least, on a first glimpse, for a real Mexican duke, Diego seemed refreshingly hip and normal. Jacqueline was completely disappointed to discover how far he was out of her reach and annoyed that Diego didn’t say exactly who he was.

The duke had told them all about our defenses as well as our grain stock and, in return, the northerners would have given him a title and land. We were never able to find out exactly how much, but it was clear that it was a lot more than his title and his house in our kingdom. The duke was a very ambitious man. He never cared for anyone other than himself. It was obvious the day he was arrested. He was more concerned about his own welfare than that of his mate and child.