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"I spent days thinking about you with her. Imagining it. Hating myself and you and everything. And it was a lie." "Not completely. We were in bed. Clothes off. We almost—" "But you didn't." She looked at him. "Why tell me you did?" "Because I was hurt and stupid and wanted to hurt you back." Duke knelt in front of her. "It was wrong. Cruel. I'm sorry." Valentina wanted to stay angry. But the video had shown the truth—Duke had chosen her. Even when they were broken, even when he thought she'd chosen Marcus, Duke had chosen her.

In a trance, I saw his face with a satisfied smile, which was absolutely so much like Leonardo's indifferent face! Did the royal Vampire Duke hate me that much? I was put in a dungeon, beaten and tortured by his blood slave, and now he ordered his guards to break hamstrings of my leges and arms and threw me into the Thorn Jungle, ready to die. Even if he loved Jenna so much, he shouldn't treat a stranger like that!

Nobles paced the halls, muttering of succession, of curfews, of whether the duchess had already given her heart to another. And Damien… Damien raged. His voice carried through corridors like thunder, cursing my name, Cassian’s, the council’s, anyone who dared whisper against him. He broke goblets, slashed tapestries, and even threatened servants. But rage without power was noise. And the nobles had begun to turn their faces from noise. Every rumor that crept into this chamber told me the same truth; the duke had become a madman. And I… I was the anchor they now looked to. But anchors cannot drift. Not while storms circle.

In the stillness of her room, surrounded by the echoes of a love he had shattered, Duke finally let the sobs tear free from his chest, each one a desperate, broken apology meant for a girl who had only ever wanted to love him. And he realized, with soul-breaking clarity, Regardless of the extent of his pleading, No matter how deeply he bled for forgiveness, He could never, ever be worthy of Selene again. Duke had fallen asleep reading Selene’s old diary. He hadn’t even realized he had drifted off, the pages still lying open against his chest. If it weren’t for the sharp ringing of his cellphone alarm, he wouldn’t have stirred at all. Groggy but determined, he forced himself out of bed and he

He found me. “The protective stepbrother,” Duke smirked and raked his hair. “I know I’ve wronged you last time, dude and I’m sorry for it. I respect you, okay? But give me this one. This is about our broken relationship and I’m fixing it. I realized I still love her so I’m getting her back. Just step aside if you don’t want to get yourself another trouble.” Oh, boy. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. “But I love trouble.” Atlas smirked darkly and without a hint, he punched Duke! It was so harsh that I heard his knuckles cracked. I gasped and covered my mouth.

The house had been standing here since 1346 AD, a reward for knightly and valiant service at the battle of Crecy by Edward III. There had been numerous alterations over the seven hundred years that a Neyve had been living here and this wonderful room was added in during the reign of Henry VIII. They had fought for the monarch, upheld the law, tended the land, and looked after the tenants. The past Duke's of Shettleham had been warriors and landowners. There had, of course, been the odd rogue in their ancestry. The fifth Duke, Thomas, had upset King Henry VIII, which, according to hindsight, was not a very bright thing to do at the best of times, but after spending several months in the Tower

the shadow knight said respectfully kneeling behind the duke as Derius only smirked while imagining the things he'll do to such a man that was not anonymous to him anymore "Great, go back and investigate more. Report all of them to me afterward," with that finality of his voice the shadow knight nodded with respect as he immediately disappeared from the shadows inside the room of the duke A few seconds later, the duke laughed his evil laughter as he went to his seat on the table. While sitting, he took his glass of wine and made a round movement as he smirked from the plans he'll do tomorrow to shut the man immediately 'Should I let them kill him and his family? Well if that's the case then

Both of them cracking the earth with every blow. Lightning tears open the clouds overhead — white, merciless. And for the first time… I see it. Not anger. Not rivalry. Hatred. Pure, mutual, bone-deep hatred. Duke wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I told you,” he says softly, like confessing a secret. “I’m not here for your throne.” Jake bares his teeth. “Then what?” Duke’s eyes flick to me again. Jake sees it.

Just like in "A Knight's Tale." Bryce returns, throwing the broken lance onto the ground and dismounts. I grab Brimstone's reins and lead him back to the tent. The first two rounds were more or less the same. Except the Duke always won. At night he feasted and relaxed with his contemporaries while ignoring me. I also have to watch him flirt with the noble "ladies" of the court and me witnessing him act the gentlemen to them while ordering me around like I was a piece of shit was grating on my

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....