The Evil Grand Duchess Has A Secret Life Novels & Stories

The guests heard her voice, and the whispers grew louder. "She's too bold, running from her own wedding!" "Blessed with good fortune and doesn't appreciate it." "The Castillo family won't let this go." I turned and stepped into the elevator. Victoria thought I was playing hard to get, her expression growing more smug. "Miss Aria, you can still back out." But I couldn't help but smile. "And what if I choose to leave?" These people had no idea my real last name was Vanguard. It was Grandpa's way of protecting me, having me listed under the Vincent family.

Maybe I hid it too well. My phone vibrates on the cushion beside me. Grandma Pei. ​I answer without thinking. “Hey.” “You didn’t call me back yesterday,” she says, her voice layered with faint irritation. “I hope you’re eating well.” “I ate,” I lie. “Good.” She pauses only a second before continuing, “I arranged something for you.” I exhale slowly. “Grandma…” “You’re thirty-one.” Her tone sharpens. “It’s time to settle down. I found a very suitable woman for you. Her name is Lola Campbell.”​

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

Maybe I could accept him alone as a brother. I thanked the Duke for buying us three pieces of each. It hurt me to ruin such beautiful cakes. I pouted while eating. “You should see your face. Who gets mad at eating a moon-shaped cake?” Fredden grinned. “Me. I find it a crime to ruin such beautiful shapes. It’s perfect for my eyes. I’ve never tasted something like this. So, mister moth, how come you know about the secret passages in the Duke’s mansion?” The Duke choked on his food. I could swear he was sweating. “I had enough time to explore. You know I can open the doors; it’s a piece of cake for me.”

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

Her stomach tightened painfully. One of the men answered immediately. “We’re currently reviewing the CCTV footage to identify her.” Sophia’s fingers curled tightly against the carpet. The air inside the suite suddenly felt suffocating. “What happened last night?” Elija asked quietly, though there was something dangerous beneath the calmness of his tone. Another man responded carefully, choosing his words with obvious caution. “The doctor confirmed that someone mixed a strong aphrodisiac substance into your drink during the event.” A long silence followed.

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

Damian grew thin, the madness in his eyes deepening. The long rituals had taken their toll on both of us. Rumors began to spread through the lands. They said the duchy was cursed by a demon. They said you could hear a woman's screams and strange chanting on the wind. Until the day the Royal Guard suddenly surrounded the manor. "By order of His Majesty the King, we are searching the ducal estate!" I knew it was over. When the captain of the guard saw the blood-soaked altar in the cellar, when they saw Liana's body, long dead, everyone recoiled in horror.