The Evil Grand Duchess Has A Secret Life Novels & Stories

I watch him leave, amused and slightly bemused. As I sip my wine, contemplating my cousin’s mysterious crush, I feel a sudden urge to visit the washroom. Getting inside the washroom, I encounter a tall, muscular woman with long hair obscuring her face. Her presence is imposing, yet she seems to cower as if hiding from something. I pay her little mind as I go about my business and pee, but after I finish, I notice her again. Her rough appearance and the way she struggles to stand catch my attention. She looks terrified, her face hidden behind her hair, and I feel a pang of concern.

Victoria stood near the fireplace, a glass of wine in her hand, her mask of composure firmly in place. Lady Elizabeth approached, her scarlet gown as bold as the smirk on her lips. "My dear Duchess, you look positively radiant tonight." "Thank you, Lady Elizabeth," Victoria replied, her tone cool. "And you look... striking, as always." Elizabeth's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Tell me, how do you manage it? Keeping all the men in your orbit so thoroughly captivated?" "I wouldn't know what you mean," Victoria said, her smile tight. "Oh, I think you do," Elizabeth said, leaning in closer. "But don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me. For now."

“Haha, the young duchess can joke very well.” “It’s not a joke though,” she murmured. “Anyway, to make my plan successful, I will need the duke’s help.” “Of course, since it is for both of us, I will help the young duchess as much as I can,” he said and his eyes suddenly turned cold, “till it crosses the line.” “Right?” she beamed. “Funny how the duke changes tone in a second...” “After all, it’s important to keep some secrets,” he laughed darkly. “The young duchess understands it pretty well, I suppose. After all, what happened to the Maximillan duchess is a secret as well.”

But with her bold appearance, Duke Andrew is sure not many people will dare to disturb his granddaughter at the big party later. “Don't make trouble there, Aria. There's a big chance that King Alexius will also be at the party,” Duke Andrew informed her. Ariana readily agreed to the arrangement. After all, the goal wasn't that boring party. When she had the chance, Ariana would sneak out, and searching for the hidden castle like the one in her dreams. “I'll be fine, Grandpa. I'm just a sick girl, after all. What kind of trouble can a girl like me get into?”

was the last thing he said before I decided to drop the call. Why did I even bother asking my father for something I knew he wouldn't do? My father is a powerful man and yes, I decided to leave his wing and live as a normal person because of Theo Delfin. Theo did not come from a wealthy family and I have no problems with that. Back then, I liked him too much and I knew he would not even dare look at me if he knew who I am. In order for him to notice me, I pretended to be someone else. In this world, I am not Saskia Smithsonia. I am Valerie Damer -- using my mother's maiden name. To Theo, I am someone who is exactly like him.

And now I was stuck between them both, holding a secret worth more than any throne. But what no one realized—not Alessandro, not Lorenzo, not even my uncle Raphael—was that I was the real weapon Hydra created. I was the daughter no one kept their eyes on. The bride they all underestimated. That was their first mistake. Midnight – Garden Courtyard The De Luca garden had once been a place of beauty. Now it reeked of ruin. Crushed petals underfoot. Statues broken at the neck. Vines growing wild like veins through stone. I met him there.

Life will never be in her favor, and you can’t protect her forever. I’m sorry that I’m rambling on in this letter; it isn’t fair to you to not know the extent of it. My name is Elianna; I am the duchess of North-Valley and the wife of the duke. I am also Deonna’s birth mother. I had an affair with one of our slaves and we had a child together. For a while, I thought maybe I could get away with pretending she was my husband. I thought maybe he wouldn’t know; if she came out light furred, then it would all be okay, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety. I know sometimes it’ll happen, where a dark-furred and a light-furred will conceive and have a child that is practically light-furred.

(Francesca Oliver) As Francesca pointed at her mother, then she found out almost instantly that there’s a little girl on her lap, and that girl that she were holding like her child is actually, the Aeternum only Princess, Princess Yggdrasil. Her jaw and eye were almost pop out of sockets. Yet her mother were just smiling and waving at her at the moment, clueless as to why her daughter were screaming on top of her lung. For Francesca, Countess Sarra and Baron Erwin, only then this awkward situation make sense, no wonder the Secret Service were glaring daggers at them, the Princess of Aeternum were actually in the arms of their Duchess this entire time, just how did it all come to this, no one

I became her once more, but this time I received her recent memories, and full knowledge about the place I was in, that gave me complete confidence in acting as her… “What is it Sarah?” I asked the maid who woke me up. “T-the Grand Duke is ill again!” she cried. Led by Immara's intense emotions, I jumped out of the bed, put a dressing gown and slippers, and ran through the palace hall to the Duke's chamber. I rushed inside and looked around. There were several medics in the room observing the lying on his bed Grand Duke writhing in agony. He was being torn apart by excruciating pain that made him give out inhuman sounds. I froze seeing him in this state. His shirt was unbuttoned and in the m