Wife Of A Duke Novels & Stories

The Duke was a big deal in Italy, forty-eight years old but looking not a day over thirty-nine, thanks to some serious self-care. Duke Wilson had a wife who hailed from one of Italy's most distinguished families, and they had a teenage son who was turning nineteen. Helma took a peek at the young master's photo on her phone—he was drop-dead gorgeous. In Italy, a Duke's title was a legacy passed down through generations, and this guy was no exception to the rule of prestige. She scrolled through the group chat, where Morgan and Heartless Rogue were still at each other's throats. Tisha: [Emerald Crab, why are you digging into the Duke's info? You facing any trouble over there?]

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

she is just your daughter in law just daughter in law nor my wife so we have to go just choose a daughter in law for you bcoz I am not accepting her as my wife and it's clear mom" He saying not in so calm voice She thing for while and speak in mind "soon you love her son it's surprise for my son but I not telling you! You have to find out in your own and I know you love her alot. And she speak up while brushing her hair "okay as you think now go and get ready I don't want to be late" He speak up "okay then you want her to suffer than I don't have problems" and left from there angrily

“It's La-yi-sa not Lay-si-yas. You pronounce it wrong!” “But that's what Duke pronounced it.” “Tsk. He used to be like that but it's La-yi-sa.” She flipped her hair. “Anyway, how does being a wife to Duke, hmm? I bet you and him already had a child by now?” “We-we don't have a child yet,” I answered in the lower of my voice. “Hahaha! Yet? As far as I remembered your child die. How was it?” I stunned on what she just said. She is really impossible. “How did you know that? We never tell it to anyone.”

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.

A hand roughly grabbed her as she tried to get up, and when she raised her head, her eyes settled on the duchess, who was looking at her with a mixture of pain, fear, and…death. ‘Where is my husband?’ she asked as her hands tightened around her hands, and the midwife was not sure at that moment if the duchess was also possessed by whatever had taken over the manor. She dared not lie to her, as she feared what might become her fate too. ‘Dead! He is dead’ she replied abruptly with wide eyes fixed with fear. She felt the hand around her arms loosen slowly, and a new wave of pain crossed the duchess’s eyes.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

he said, and hung up before Marcus could respond. He didn't leave room for a follow-up. Miles glanced over, amused. "Didn't your family have a standing engagement with the Sinclairs? Isn't the real daughter technically your future wife? You're really not even curious to meet her?" Sebastian's gaze cut sideways, flat and unimpressed. Miles's grin died instantly. He shut his mouth. Right. Some things you don't get to joke about. Windmere House, a private room tucked into a quiet garden courtyard.