Novel & Cerita Why Did Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's

He gestured for him to seat and he asked for the maid to bring them tea. “I wouldn’t want to beat around the bush so I’ll just tell you straight to the point, Duke.” Alaric handed him the documents. “Those are proofs that the House Gale was behind all the attempts on Sera’s life.” Though the duke was surprised, he still had a calm expression. He took a deep breath and put the documents down. “How did you find out?”

Ralf said worriedly. He has never experienced it before, and because of what is happening with Cathy and Caisen, he doesn't want to experience it. If he can find his fated pair, he will make sure that the two of them don't trust each other. Also, what happened to Cathy and Caisen will surely be a lesson for Duke Dominic and Duchess Alice. The door opened, and immediately they saw Princess Thena. "Princess Thena," they said. They stood up and then bowed in respect to Princess Thena.

"I can go alone." "We can't leave you, Your Highness," Hannah was now lifting the covers, "We were told that you may have trouble standing up and there was a need to help you take care of your waist." "You!" Emma blushed, but she hadn't any strength to restraint or punish the little girl. Hannah and Riel laughed cheerfully. Finally, some love was befallen into the Duchy and their mistress was treated with fairness. Meanwhile, in the study room of the inner circle, Rufus was pacing around with his hands on the back. He had waited for the Duke to set a date for Gia to go inside the inner circle to pay her respects and offer an apology, but the Duke hadn't answered back.

"Guess you haven't heard the news then." Eleanor frowned. "I have been busy settling back into the country," Eleanor said. "Have I missed anything important?" "Well, I would let Violet tell you about it herself," Florence said with a meaningful smile and took another sip of her tea. Back at the arena, the polo match was over. Violet swung herself off the horse and let the stable boys take the animal back to the stable. The Duchess walked back to where her friend was waiting and noticed a new company there. It took a moment for her to recognize who it was.

“Go now, before I change my mind. Oh, don’t forget your fees. I’ll collect those later!” As soon as he said that, the group of men immediately ran away, straight towards the door. They already lost their will to even take part in the auction. Not with a death god hanging over their heads. “They run so fast.” The duke uttered coldly as he watched the men run for their lives. “Lucas, don’t forget to collect their promised payment later. We’re going to need it for this upcoming winter.” “Yes, Lord Duke.” Lucas bowed. “The job’s done. Now I have to greet my gue…” A frown slipped out of the duke’s face. He looked around and felt confused. “Lucas… where’s that lady?” “She’s gone… Duke. She ran awa

That was enough. The Santons were next. At the sprawling estate, Duke was met with surface-level smiles and brittle excuses. Almay offered him tea. Gerard deflected. Aretha barely looked up from her phone. “She left months ago,” Gerard said lazily. “Probably found someone rich enough to pamper her.” “She was never stable,” Aretha chimed in. “I mean, the girl was always a bit... off.” Lies. All of it. Duke left without another word, bile rising in his throat. His fists clenched with a rage he hadnot felt since his father was ambushed years ago. They knew. They all knew. And they thought they could keep her hidden.

Rowan was a legendary figure, a powerful Alpha, a tactical genius, and the master of the wealthy southern crags. I understood immediately why he was here. Elena had been dropping subtle hints for weeks, and Gavin had ordered three extra bolts of silk from the capital specifically for Lyra’s gowns. The Frostwood pack needed a solid southern alliance, and Rowan was looking for a high-born mate to solidify his lineage. Lyra was the precious biological daughter, the innocent victim who had returned to her throne, the perfect match for a great lord. I had no desire to interfere with their political theatre. While the main hall echoed with laughter, fine wine, and the harpists playing for the gran

Ravena's POV A week after my confrontation with Duchess Marianne, the rumours started. They came slowly at first. Whispers in corridors. Quiet comments at court gatherings. But within days, they had spread like wildfire. "Princess Ravena is using Prince Evander to hide her family's bloody past." "Her father was a criminal and her mother was a traitor." I heard them everywhere. Servants gossiping when they thought I could not hear. Nobles turning away when I entered rooms. Guards exchanging glances when I walked past.

"I need to know what he's planning." Dante nodded and left. Kaelric stood alone in the grey light, gripping his sword, wondering how much longer he could hold everything together. --- In her room, Raeliya woke suddenly. Her heart pounded and her skin tingled. For a moment, she didn't know where she was. Then the dream came back, faces, voices, hands reaching for her. Calling her name and her home. She pressed her hand to her chest and felt her heartbeat slow. "Just a dream," she whispered to herself. "Just a dream." But she didn't believe it and somewhere deep inside her, something stirred in answer.

“I don’t like being blindsided, Ma. I don’t like surprises like this—having the whole country talking about us before I even had a say.” Rosalia’s expression turned steely. “Then what exactly is your plan for Selene, Duke? After everything that happened between you two… after last night… did you even think about marrying her? Did you talk to her at all?” Silence. Duke couldn’t find the words. His throat tightened. His pride had wrapped itself around him like armor, but now it felt like a prison.