The Grand Duchess Escape Novels & Stories

“I don’t think it was you. I’m sure of it.” With these words, he quickly let the woman drop, turned away and headed towards the door. Gerhard Ayris’ fiancée croaked something after him but he didn’t turn back. He threw open the doors and shouted to the guardians, “Quick! Call the doctor! Her Grace has been poisoned! Hurry!” At once, a terrible uproar began. One of the guardians ran off for help, a few servants flew into the room. Over the next hour, all kinds of doctors and mages examined the duchess as she grew paler. All this time, Reive stood alongside lamenting about how unexpectedly it had all occurred.

Micah fell to her knees, screaming as the police moved in. I stopped dancing, breathing hard, my hand still in Nikolai’s. "The foundations of Como," I whispered. "Mindy is there." Nikolai didn't hesitate. He looked at Mikhail. "Get the helicopter. Now." He turned back to me, his eyes dark with a new mission. "Thirteen days just became thirteen hours, Rachelle. If we don't get to Lake Como before that protocol triggers, your sister—and your heritage—are gone." I grabbed the hem of my sapphire gown, ripping the heavy silk to free my legs. I didn't care about the fashion. I didn't care about the gala. "Then let's go," I said. "We have an empire to save." Next Step:

“You’re grieving someone who’s still alive.” The air went razor-thin. My pulse stopped, then kicked back harder. “What did you say?” Sophia’s eyes didn’t flinch. She looked almost… proud. “I saw her,” she said, slow and deliberate. “Before the escape. After the escape. You really think I helped her out of guilt?” My mouth was dry. “What did you do, Sophia?” She ran a finger down the robe’s edge, like it was her skin. “I gave her a head start,” she said. “That’s all. But I never promised not to follow.”

But as I brought the spoon to my lips and tasted the broth… I froze. I was there again—on that grassy hill, chasing fireflies, the sun warm on my back. “This flavor…” “How is it the same as hers?” Lucius just laughed softly and said, “It’s a secret.” I giggled, tears pricking my eyes as I buried my face in the bowl, eating every last bite. And just as I lifted my head, a crash echoed from outside. A car had rammed through the gate, smoke and dust curling from the broken fence.

Georgina walked slowly beside Greta, her slender figure draped in a stunning blue dress. Greta, the Chief maid, guided her through Marcelo's opulent mansion, describing each room with a mixture of admiration and caution. "And this, Miss Georgina, is the grand ballroom," Greta exclaimed, gesturing towards the magnificent space adorned with crystal chandeliers and ornate decorations. "Many extravagant events and celebrations have taken place here, filled with music and laughter." Georgina listened attentively, her eyes taking in the grandeur that surrounded her. The mansion was a world unto itself.

Kendrick asked much more sternly after hearing Damien's reply. Samantha stood next to him. Even she noticed that things were getting serious, like a brewing storm. Kendrick's expression darkened. His eyes flared up in anger, ready to erupt. He clicked his tongue. It seemed he received some bad news. "Got it. Keep an eye on it, and report back any time." Samantha gingerly asked, "Is everything alright?" Kendrick sneered. "Peter escaped. Earlier, an explosion happened at the prison. A few inmates managed to escape amidst the chaos.

It was just a way to throw off the guards and do what they had to do. Estella's mind raced as she formulated a plan to escape the watchful eyes of the guards. She knew that to uncover the truth and help Lucy, they needed privacy. With her knowledge of the woods, she led Lucy down a hidden path, maneuvering through the dense undergrowth, and skillfully covering their scents to evade detection.

It felt strange to comfort the old lady, and part of her still wondered if it were trick. Ravenna read her thoughts. "You still don't trust me. Smart girl. I would not trust me either. Do what you need to do, but get out." The woman gently patted the girl's knee before standing. "Good luck, Your Highness." The elf tried to decipher the former duchess's motive as she watched the pink hair wander into the crowd. She came up empty. Something had obviously happened, but in the end it didn't matter. The end result was the same. Brinn needed to escape.

If I were Her Lordship, I definitely wouldn't leave a group of people who might spread that scandal elsewhere. The deputy's face paled with fear, and he blurted out, "Well, what do we do now?! We can't just sit around and wait for our execution, right?" Marvin countered, "Well, do you have any better ideas other than sitting around and waiting for our execution?" The deputy was speechless, but even he knew that in this situation, they had absolutely no chance of fleeing or winning a fight. Marvin then sighed again. "No matter how you look at it, the Duca garrison was really lucky, getting out of this hellhole right before the Transition, and with their families, at that. And if they manage t

Our late-night grilled cheese sandwiches remain a favorite indulgence. Yet, tonight marks a special occasion—it's Mom's birthday. Lirael's thoughtful gesture of sending his private jet to whisk her away to New York for the weekend speaks volumes about his generosity. The fact that we're hosting her in one of Lirael's luxurious hotel suites, with all expenses covered, adds an extra layer of appreciation for the privacy and comfort we can offer during her visit. It's a moment of shared gratitude amidst the extravagance, a chance to celebrate Mom in style while cherishing the intimacy of family moments.