Novel & Cerita The Villain Duke Precious Sister

“If I had revealed you were spying, what would have happened?” Miranda curtseyed again. “Thank you, my lord, for your mercy.” This duke was like a colorful poisonous snake—deceptive in his beauty, appearing harmless, yet venomous and ready to strike. Both Selena and that young lady had learned this the hard way. With his power, he was not someone to offend, and Miranda was extremely cautious around him, choosing her words and actions carefully.

Even at fifteen, she was still too young. There were only three other tributes chosen, and each had a chance of becoming the blood pet of the infamous and ancient Vampire Duke Damien. My sister had as good of a chance as any to be his personal slave. How could they demand someone so young to face such a cruel and bloodthirsty demon? My mother’s expression was bleak, her face pale and sallow. My sister was still trembling, even as she packed the things most important to her. A hairbrush from our grandmother, a picture of our deceased father and another of our family, a blanket that was only halfway completed, that she had been working on with the neighbor who had been teaching her to knit.

Cedric interrupted, turning away from her, “It was what my brother, Vincent was born to be, at least according to our father. It was his duty. Just because he's no longer here, doesn't mean I have to be in charge of his responsibility, and why should I? Our father refused to acknowledge me as his son. He abandoned me, Aunt Diana… He abandoned your sister, and the only reason he started to reach out to me was because he lost Vincent, his trophy son, whom he had named his heir instead of me. He only wanted me to be Duke because he didn't have any other son and he was worried that the title would pass on to another family.” Slowly he turned back to face her, the pain and anger he was feeling ma

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

The applause got louder , but Elena did not notice. Because she saw her ex-fiancé and her sister standing at the back of the hall, looking shocked and angry. For a moment , Elena felt the pain and humiliation again. Then she felt something else. Power. Elena lifted her chin and looked at her sister without fear. Her sister had tried to destroy her. Instead , Elena had just become the wife of a powerful man. This time , Elena was in control.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.