Novel & Cerita The Villain Duke Precious Sister

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

“The rumors. The matching outfits. The whole Scarlet Sin meets Brooding Blade dynamic.” He leaned closer, lips near my ear. “We’ve already done more than the rumors claim.” I choked on air. The carriage rolled to a stop. The doors opened. And we stepped out—arm in arm, red on red, power couple carved from snow and legend. Let the nobles whisper. Let the queen smirk. Let the world see. Because tonight? The Duke and the Villainess were ready to burn the ballroom down.

she screamed at him. Jasper remained very calm, and he steepled his fingers. "Why do you want the money?" I need it; I can't keep up with you and her. My sister in law is going to be a duchess, for God's sake!" Jasper shook his head; this was ridiculous; he had to stop this now.

However, the next second when he helped his wife out of the car, all the people were stunned to see a very beautiful woman beside the infamous cold Duke. The way people were used to seeing the sun rising in the east, in the same way, they are used to seeing their cold Duke single. Most even predicted that the rumours were all truth, no lies. No woman would ever come in his dark life. Some elderly people even believe that the Duke is cursed. He would never get along with women. However, the appearance of this gorgeous woman did not only failed their predictions but shocked them to the fullest. How come their cold Duke let a woman stand beside them?

Carlos said, picking a blossom and tucking it behind her ear. She gave a soft laugh. “I can’t tonight. You know why.” “Yes,” he replied grimly. “Because the Duke is coming to pick your sister like a prized hound.” She flinched, but he caught her gaze. “You deserve better than this. You were born for more.” “How could I be?” she whispered. “I was left on their doorstep. I have no name.” “You have more than a name. You have fire. You have kindness. And beauty the stars would envy.”

Even if I had been the ugliest Duke to ever walk the earth, my wealth and power would have blinded them all the same. My poor sister learned that lesson the hard way. After one failed marriage and then a crushing heartbreak with another man, she swore off love entirely. Now, all that pent-up affection manifested in smothering my adorable nephew. She hired and fired many nannies, tutors, and trainers for him throughout his seven years of sheltered life.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“Your fiance loves to hear you call him ‘Earl,’ but your fiance has a brother named Duke. Do you know Duke?” “Yes,” Catherine answered dully. “Duke is your fiance’s younger brother. He gives you the most sincere wedding blessings. But just as your wedding is about to start, Duke suddenly goes missing. Ms. Catherine, do you know where Duke has gone?” “He’s dead.” Pete’s expression suddenly changed. He turned around and looked at Adina. Adina held her breath for a moment too before she wrote down another sentence and handed it over. “Ms. Catherine, who did you say was dead?” Pete slowly asked. “Are you sure he’s dead? Do you know how he died?”

“When you sign that contract, you’ll be the wife. You’ll wear the ring. Drive the cars. Sit at the tables. I won’t judge you for that. I won’t fight you on it.” She pauses. In the mirror, our eyes meet, hers colder now, sharper. “But don’t you dare judge me.” Her voice drops. “Because when he gets tired of your fighting and your pride… he’s going to come looking for the sister who didn’t say no.” My chest tightens. “I’ll always be his mistress,” she finishes, unflinching. “Live with it.” My mouth falls open, staring at her. My heart shatters. This isn't the sister I grew up with. My twin, my other half, is gone. This is a stranger molded and hardened by Lucien Vale's cruelty.

Ambrosia’s voice became even more high-pitched. “I’m not,” Famke’s voice was a whisper. Ambrosia stormed past the group of women and stood in front of Famke and Imani angrily. “You got pregnant by one brother, birthed Precious and then threw her away like she was nothing. You didn’t even want your own kid. You gave her away. Now he’s dead and the money he paid you is gone, you are using the fact you never signed any legal documents when you gave Precious away and decided you didn’t want to be her mother, to get more money from Royal.”