The Grand Duchess Escape Novels & Stories

"But as you can see, we were prepared. Thanks to the intelligence we received, we evacuated everyone in advance. Every single person is safe. The Grand Palais is secure. French authorities have the perpetrators in custody." She looked directly at the cameras, at the 65 million people watching. "Richard Blackwood tried to murder me one final time. He failed. Because Dantes don't burn—we rise." The audience exploded. Not in panic, but in thunderous applause. Standing ovation. Screaming support. This wasn't just a fashion show anymore. It was a moment. It was history. An event. A story of survival and triumph that would be talked about for decades. And somewhere in a New York prison, Richard Bl

the duchess exclaimed. “I did not do anything. She was the one who took off my clothes...” he began to say, and the exasperated expressions and feelings of the majority began to escalate further, including that of Shia’s. “But I only did that to save your life! I touched you with care!” she exclaimed. At that moment, the duchess collapsed. Everybody went into a state panic as they tried to revive her. It took a few more minutes before she came to her senses and before she could speak up.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

“For the rest of my childhood, Granny was the one who cared for me. She filled the void that my parents left behind since their disappearance. But even Granny was taken from me. She died because of fatigue as she exerted all her efforts to raise me well. And that was something I failed to notice. “When she died, I became a street sweeper in town. I still kept my head down in fear of being recognised. However, a part of me wanted to be seen. So, I could finally join my parents, whether it was in jail or in the after-life. “But, the only thing that kept me from making such a reckless decision was my promise to Granny. That I would make the most out of my life, even if I only lived a simple lif

Cedric's expression darkened as he received the documents from Evander, his concentration shattered by his ringing phone. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression turning sharp as he answered, not waiting for the other party to speak before urgently asking, "What's happened?" "Mr. Carlson, Vivienne... Vivienne has escaped and taken Ms. Luxford's daughter. They're at the coastal cliffs," came the trembling response, chilling Cedric to the core. "Turn around immediately!" Cedric commanded Evander.

Cleo The Massa's are a very well connected family on the ground, and most recently I found out underground too. The shooting incident was Cleared up within an an hour . When Nicolai pulled me away from everything; he made sure I wasn't alone and that I was with him at all times. Angelo was air lifted to the hospital and Duncan was knocked out cold and taken away. I constantly worry and whether or not I hide it well, is another story. When Rosa joined me and Nicolai in the car she gave me a hug and a shoulder to cry on. The roads weren't that busy which made the drive to the hospital quicker.

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

I was the only one in the house who was wide awake . I slipped out of bed and decided to go to the home office to work. I had my emergency phone in one of my drawers and it came as no surprise as to who had called me and left messages. Salvatore... when I called him back he answered the call in a state. He told me he was on his way to Johannesburg; even when I told him that there was no need , he stuck to his guns . He said he wanted to meet me a couple of kilometers away from town... make that a warehouse that I knew. I used to go there with Duncan long ago. It's in the middle of nowhere; it looks abandoned but they have an underground level where everything is alive. He suggested that I go

She always had a place for him, hidden in that guarded heart. “Isabella,” his voice dropped, almost tender, “eat. Rest. I’ll give you a night no one in New York will forget. A banquet that will make every woman envy you.” For days after, Adrian oversaw every detail himself. He ordered ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Ecuadorian roses to be flown in. He booked the most famous European orchestra to play her favorite pieces. And the crimson diamond necklace—the one she had admired from afar, worth billions—he bought it without blinking, delivered it to the Russo estate as if it were nothing but a trinket, something for her fingers to toy with when she grew restless.

Valerius ordered, pulling up the live feeds from their mansion's perimeter. The live feed showed a maid helping their little bird escape. "Let her run for now. She thinks she's escaping, but she's just running straight into the storm we just created," Vincenzo murmured with a wicked smirk plastered across his face. The trap was officially sprung. They shut down the monitor, and headed straight for their private airfield. By morning, their private jet was cutting through the clouds, leaving the country far behind. Hours later, the freezing, crisp air of Moscow greeted them as they stepped out onto the balcony of their penthouse suite. The Russian skyline stretched out before them, a sprawling