The Evil Grand Duchess Has A Secret Life Novels & Stories

I replied coldly. “What do you mean by that, Mena?” Her voice rising now, inching toward shouting. But I didn’t care. They were going to hear me…..whether they liked it or not. “Isn’t it obvious she’s got all this staged for your sympathy? How does one thing….a lowlife like her, keep getting almost violated? What is she? Some drop dead gorgeous princess?” “She was poisoned. Poisoned directly under our roof,” my mom said sharply. Poisoned?

“Darling, stop this madness! I already found you a notable suitor who will make you become the most powerful duchess in the country.” “Spare me that, mom. The Duke isn't someone we can get our hands on, despite how wealthy we are! I just found out about him, he is never interested in a woman. Some even suspect that he's gay. Do you think such a man will be attracted to me? We need to get rid of her pregnancy, mom. Getting pregnant before marriage is wrong, and you know that!” “Okay, okay, if that will make you happy, I'll do just that.”

Everything for my Summer Frost. It seemed the game of hiding the billionaire’s daughter was far from over.

I heard her retreat, heels biting into the floor, each step echoing with resentment, and Jasper shortly followed after her. This was a mistake she made today. She showed me her true intentions; she was not good at masking her greedy nature, as well as Jasper yet. A moment later, they both disappeared down the corridor. And then, at last, I approached the Grand Duke’s casket for the final goodbye. The hall had grown quiet. The Grand Duke lay still, wrapped in velvet and honor, the weight of his legacy pressing against my chest. I knelt beside him, fingers brushing the edge of the coffin. My voice, low and certain, whispered into the still air:

It was said that countless enemy armies had surrendered the moment his banner appeared on the horizon. Yet even more astonishing than his father was the woman who had given birth to him. She was hailed as the greatest swordswoman of her era, unrivaled in hand-to-hand combat, and the only woman ever to inherit the title of Grand Duchess. She was the mother of Theodore Crest Celestial... The greatest swordswoman. The only Grand Duchess in history. The woman history condemned as a villain. The woman every one of them mourn. History called her a monster. They believed she was ruthless.

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

The women were in a constant state of awe and envy, not because they weren't rich or noble, but because they weren't Violet Wintour. The young duchess also possessed a razor-sharp intelligence. Not in a dominating way but one wrong move and she would cut you open, leaving a scare of embarrassment for others to laugh at. Yet she could melt anyone's heart she deemed worthy with her irresistible charms. No doubt the public worshiped her. The fate had truly been good to this peculiar lass, blessing her with immense wealth, fame and a desirable birthright. Some older aristocrats still had trouble accepting it. 'She is too charming to go down that path, far too charming.'

As I stepped out of the limousine,Richard guided me into the house. It was so beautiful. I never imagined myself being the daughter of a billionaire. If my parents had not “disposed” me away; I would have lived the best life I would have lived. I would not have even gotten the job of being Leonard’s Secretary or even getting married to the bastard. After this thought, I was having I had to let go of them and concentrate on what I came there to do. I came to confront the woman who had claimed to be my mother. Richard opened the door to a very large room. As he opened the door,I saw a lady in her middle age sitting in a wheelchair facing the window which could not make me look at her face.

A disguised smile appeared on the dragon's face, one that hinted that if given any kind of permission, a murder would occur at that very moment. "It's nothing important," the platinum-haired woman replied, accompanied by a social smile, one that was clearly forced and rehearsed. "Don't worry now... shall we?" The arms of the ducal princess and the heir prince intertwined in perfect synchrony, their postures impeccable and their faces held high. It was an image not seen every day, at least not with such elegance, not with their elegance. "Ah... fresh air," the woman with purple eyes couldn't help but remark. "That was suffocating, all that alcohol smell..." She looked extremely nauseated just