Wife Of A Duke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You know what I mean, Bartie. You got married to an ordinary Duchy maid and you want your daughter to do the same?" Duke Bartholomew got angry and stood up. "You have absolutely no right to talk about my wife like that. Who gave you that right?!", He shouted. "It's the truth, Bartie. You-" He got angry more and held her by the neck almost squeezing the life out of her. "Father!", Lady Sophie said. "No one talks about my wife like that. Nobody! Including you!", He said still holding her by the neck while she struggled for him to let go.

Domestic side of things, like I was furniture. “What?” Marcus sounded disgusted now. “You mean you turned her into a housewife so your actual wife could chase success?” Actual wife. At this point, I couldn’t feel my hands anymore. “She’s the mother of my daughter,” Rick said simply, like that explained everything. “Funny.” Marcus scoffed “Last I remember Diane dumped you with the baby because you were broke.” A wave of silence followed, then Rick muttered darkly, “That was years ago. Like I said, she wanted to build her career and she was okay with June filling in her spot before she returns. It’s a win win.”

he asked finally. My elbow propped up on the arm of the couch and I rested my head on it. “Rumours. Apparently, an old duke fell in love with a married woman.” “That bastard was not her husband. He never went through a proper wedding.” A moment passed and he chuckled. “Do you know that she made him do the wedding and pay her dowry before she left him for me?” Three years later, she died during childbirth. I was more curious about the baby’s whereabouts.

Duke moaned deeply as her pussy swallowed his cock easily. "Oh, we fit so well together, don't we?" She purred and turned towards the camera. A gasp left my lips. I knew her face. It was Thalia. Marcus's widow. His late best friend's wife. The same woman Duke had held in his hands while she cried at her husband's funeral fourteen months ago. "Ride me baby," Duke growled as he gripped her ass hard, lifting her high and bringing her down against his cock. "Yesssss..."

Before he could express his shock, Tim cut the call and focused on the installation. Meanwhile, to get a proper view of the podium, Richard got out of the bus and walked into the hall. His wife was excited to see him and adjusted herself. He sat beside her and she asked him all the questions that had been bothering her heart. “Why is the Duke not with his wife?” “He doesn't have a wife.” “Ha! What about the woman who attacked me yesterday? I thought she was his wife.” “Never. Let's concentrate,” he squeezed her hand and stated.

Then she was taken into his arms by Liam. They bumped together. Her body suddenly tensed and the heart also skipped a beat. "You... You admit that she is your wife. What else can I say?" Liam stared at Duke coldly. Thus, Duke swallowed nervously. Although he spoke with a little tough tone, his voice obviously trailed off. "So can't she take part in the design competition as my wife?" Liam asked with a sneer. Duke was stunned and quickly retorted, "But everyone in the University of F City knows that she has poor basis skills. There are records

Sara threw away the remaining cigarettes that were left and quickly returned inside. “I want to announce, that my son, the Duke of Mayfield will be finding a wife this season,” The duchess spoke and smiled as she heard the crowd murmur. Every family wanted their da; acc; according; accordingd,ing to Wil,liam he only needed a pretty wife. The duchess walked behind him. “Have you taken interest in that particular, young lady? She is Sara Adams, you remember your father and yours were good friends. You cannot take interest in her because she is just a child,” She told him.

Duke Simon asked, eyeing intensely the young and seemed to be such a brave Chieftain of the village. Dareon looked at the Duke and confidently replied. “Yes, she is here. She is my wife.” The Duke’s face grew red and his smiling expression suddenly turned to something like a wild beast. With fiery eyes the Duke of Sussex asked, face astounded. “Your wife? She was missing just a few days ago and we have been looking for her since the time that she did not arrive in our Kingdom. She could not be your wife. She is my fiancée.” He reiterated the fiancée's words that made Dareon’s heart, beat in fury.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.