Wife Of A Duke の小説・ストーリー

Elizabeth smiled slightly when she remembered the story that happened many years back, "My father had quite a problem with their union if I remember correctly. I guess then, marriage was all about building up the Monarchy. Sir Maitland was never believed to become Duke until when his elder brother died." The impression the Duchess felt was hidden in a small smirk. However, the woman nodded at her knowledge approvingly and resumed the walk once more, "Then finally, Maitland succeeded in becoming Duke of Kilmarnock. We thought everyone would be finally happy. But then…" Elizabeth had a tiny frown that was clearly of confusion. As she faced the older woman again, she asked, "Miriam wasn't still

London society taught him well on masking up emotions above anything else. “What could have been the matter this time?” the impatient duchess asked. Annoyance was evident on her tone. “It was about Lady Francesca—” Poor Sussana was cut short with the perverse assault of the duke’s short-tempered duchess. “Heavens Sussana! I already know the who about of the trouble outside. What I’m asking you is the what about of the matter? Such a trifling difference between elites and commoners.” The duke’s new wife was infamous for her blunt and belittling attitude towards her inferiors.

He was a dazzling handsome man, and his personality also seeped into his architecture. But that was not the impressive thing about the Duke. Next to his portrait was a regal Scottish woman in her elaborate purple gown. Florence was always enticed by her saucy pose and glance. It was Lady Rosemary, Richard's wife. He married the heiress, who was the real chieftain of the house. She was a favorite granddaughter of one special woman—Sophia of Hanover. It might not sound much at first, but Florence's father used to tell her that one couldn't become the British monarch unless one was legitimately descended from Sophia. That was the law of the realms.

"What? So they was in love with the same person?" Hermann nodded, "I heard that woman was married with another man. And the rest is history. " "What a surprise! I thought Duke is a romantic man since he choose to remaining single even after the death of the Duchess." "Duke Lancia did loved her." "I see. So, he is a man who easily fell in love." Hermann folded the paper, "Past isn't an important thing. Just focus on your upcoming debutante. We have to gather so many supporter to help you in this election."

What is he doing here! The Count's wife noticed her guest distraction and the new stranger in the room. Seeing it was the Duke, a smile lit her face and she stood. " Oh Serena, I forgot to introduce you to our guest. That's the Duke of Winchester, he'll be staying with us for a few weeks." Of course she knows who he is, he was ber husband!! She finally tore her away from the Duke, giving the Count's wife an uncomfortable look. " Oh... T-hat's good to know." She replied, her voice quaking.

"Not to waste your time, Mr. Wood, I'll go straight to the point. Everything has been done according to your instructions, a son of the Douglases, Duke's big cousin known as Ryan Douglas is in the Thompsons' house as we speak. From the information my spy just passed to me, I don't think anyone in that family will be able to survive tonight. "I heard he is as ruthless as Duke but smarter and crazier. I know someone like you might not like gossip as you are too busy for it but my spy... My spy told me that Charles's wife was caught cheating on him with the scion of the Watsons, the third wealthiest family in Richmond. And it seems like something she has been doing with him for long. I..."

Introduction The youngest billionaire in town with looks of Adonis and everything at his feet desired just one thing more in life. His perfect match. He wished for a wife whose beauty would turn heads, a smile which would lighten up his world and figure which would curve perfectly under his fingers. A beauty who spoke with etiquette and made him proud. But he got her A mediocre girl with average looks, fierce personality and no curves. Outspoken and downright rude. She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like.

She thought she loathed all men. ‘What are the odds that the Heartless Duke of Salicera who has killed people before just for looking at the king the wrong way, is actually a kind enough person to take in a widow and her son?’ She knew that this marriage was also convenient for Daniel. But he could have chosen any other woman and she would have accepted immediately. Salicera was the only Dukedom that had survived the centuries. And even if the duke chose not to have any children, any woman would still have accepted to be the Duchess of Salicera, only second in power to the Queen and the Princess.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

She met my gaze and criticized me, “Dale was just being nice, and you assaulted him? You’re too wicked to be a father. “I’m moving Dale into the estate tomorrow to care for the children.” A flash of smugness fleeted across Dale’s eyes as he leaned in to pull Krystal into his voice. He murmured, his voice sounding hurt, “Ms. Markham, my feelings don’t matter. Just clear the air with your husband. Don’t let me and the children come between you two.” Krystal looked at me in disdain and said, “What’s there to explain? He’s a man, but he’s firing blanks. He should be grateful I didn’t dump his sorry bottom.”