The Villain Duke Precious Sister Novels & Stories

"With my sister. That's what went wrong." "Ah." Connor nodded thoughtfully. "Betrayal. That must have hurt. Though I suppose it runs in your family, doesn't it? Your sister sleeping with your husband. You sleeping with Duke while still legally married to James." "That's enough," Duke growled. "Is it?" Connor's eyes were cold now, the charm evaporating. "I'm just trying to understand what you see in my brother, Valentina. A man who's spent his whole life stuck in this dead-end town, working in a garage, playing outlaw with his motorcycle club."

She woke up, her eyes green and her skin normal, like a human. “My sister is amazing! You currently did something no one has ever done,” Fredden said. “Who’s your sister?” “Definitely you,” the Duke replied. “Huh? Since when I had a brother.” “Two brothers.”

Ada- Maybe if our backs are to each other? Emma- I can do a reverse cowgirl; you ride him holding the headboard. Ada- I guess. Emma- You really okay that I am trying to get pregnant? Ada- You want to have his pup, I support you. I’m your sister. I lost my bid to be Queen, I don’t want to lose you and Duke. Emma hugs Ada and they agree, tonight is Duke’s night. Vixen- How do you lie to your sister so easily?

Instead, he fucked me over. Walking aimlessly on the streets with nowhere to go and tears blurring my vision was probably not a good idea, but I’ve got nowhere to go. I’ve never had many female friends, and most of the women in my circle are eager to find wealthy and powerful husbands, often making me feel like they’re in competition with each other. My sister used to be my closest friend, but she’s married now, and calling her at 10 pm isn’t ideal. My sister, who had always been fearless, found herself in a scandalous situation with the Duke of Gloucester at a New Year’s party. The duke was forced to make an offer, which my father readily accepted.

March 1819 Jonathan Trenton slammed from the oak paneled study, smarting from the abrasive scrape of the duke's wrath. His blue eyes glittered with suppressed fury and humiliation, and he certainly didn't appreciate his twin sister's gurgle of laughter as she waited for him in the hallway. "How do you like the Duke, Jonathan?" She asked in an innocent tone that didn't fool him for a moment. "He's a bloody bastard!" Cassy grasped her brother's arm with a sudden flare of anxiety. "He didn't... didn't hurt you, did he?"

She has royal blood of two races, I was inferior to her . Still my sister gave me the title of Duke and proposed marriage to the woman I love. Rocy Valo, young noble lady of count Valo. She was my love of life and she also loved me truly, in fact she was my mate. I was the one who asked her to keep it secret because I wanted to see my sister's succession of throne and bring back the regime of Crescent Pack.

I was confused but I remained in his embrace "That is Guinevere, my wife" the Duke's voice came up from behind us "What do you mean Guinevere? What have you done to my sister?" "Your sister's body is preserved and I could take you there" The duke told him "Then pray tell who is this…apparition standing before me." He asked pointing in my direction Apparition? I scoffed, glaring at the man "My name is Damien, Katherine's brother." He breathed, his eyes glued on my face

Even if she tried to lower it down with her gentle and well-mannered behavior and sweet voice, her jealousy was there for everyone to see. Emma knew it, Master Jin knew it, even the Duke knew it, but they also knew that she was General Callum's sister, and that man was not to be underestimated. Well… more like the Duke had high regards for Callum as he was his best friend. "What do you think, Miss Monde?" "Why are you referring to my wife with such unpoliteness?" The voice of the Duke was expected. If Gia had failed to notice the few past weeks the affection the Duke was giving to his wife, then she must be really muddleheaded.

She's after all, my only sister. "Look at you…" She stood up the moment the door opened and Regina entered with Tiffany, but Valerie didn't mind them. "Having your own fated mate, huh?" She smirked at me. "How lucky! You even got the Lycan King, your…" Her eyes went to Tiffany. "Husband as your 'fated mate'." I glanced at Tiffany and saw the anger in her eyes for Valerie, but Duke was only looking at me when I saw him so he didn't see Tiffany's glares. And I know very well why my sister did that. 'Such a d*mn irritating tease. Never change, Valerie.'

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next