
Married To The Riveted Duke
"...If she gets close to me by chance, I'll be force to separate you from her." He threatened his wife.
"If we aren't welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from." She replied boldly.
"And you think I'll allow you to go that easily?...You're my wife and whatever I say stands. Don't think you can get away from me easily."
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Rebecca's only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with another's child.
As she lives with her husband, she realizes the true reasons why he had married her. Duke Williams has been her secret admirer, obsessed with her beauty and only wants her for himself.
Rebecca's love life gets threatened when her child's father returns and an unexpected ex moves into her husband's house. Will she be able to save everything she loves or let her home fall apart?
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Chapter 4
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Princess Fiona was seated at the dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She could see the maid, whom had often accompanied her everywhere as she stood at the door, through the mirror. There was a knock on the door.
"Do come in!" Fiona said in high spirits. She had a warm smile. She knew that the Duke would be eager to see her and happily waited for him.
"Your Highness!" The butler said with a bow.
Fiona excitedly kept her hairbrush on the table and stood on her feet.
"Tell me you have news about the man whom my heart beats for?" She asked eagerly.
"Certainly, I do. The Duke has just arrived and is waiting for you in the drawing-room. He wishes that you should be in a haste as he is very busy." The butler said plainly.
Fiona smiled and left the room. She climbed down the stairs and went straight to the drawing-room. She had seen him; he had his eyes at the window as he gazed the view of the stable from there. She crept towards him and hugged him from behind.
"I knew you would come." She said happily, resting her head on his back.
Williams felt her embrace and turned his head round. He glanced at her and diverted his gaze back to the window. He instantly broke the hug. Fiona was stunned at his disapproval and perplexed. She stood beside him.
"I understand that you are still angry about my disappearance. I had intended to let you know about it but His Majesty insisted that I must be discreet about my holiday. My brother can be demanding sometimes." She explained, with hopes he would forgive her,
"I had written the letter to explain myself. I wish you let not your anger ruin our relationship, Williams."
Williams sniggered at her and found her words amusing. He turned to his side, facing her. Fiona couldn't still apprehend his cold gestures.
"I didn't come for your apology nor am I angry with you. From the start, there hasn't been an us nor will there be. I had put up this charade long enough because my mother had begged me to." He replied coolly,
"Williams?" She said doubtfully. Her initial expectation was suppressed by his attitude.
"You've obviously bribed my mother with every gift you could think of-expensive jewels, land, maids and others which I have lost count of. I had always disliked your presence in my life from the very beginning. I had made it known to you but your stupid love wouldn't let you see it."
"Your Highness, I didn't come to insult you or make you see your foolishness in your fantasy. I had come to tell that I belong to another and I don't want you to bother me no more. I'm contented with the woman I have chosen, though it might displeased my mother-your best friend. I have no plans of including you in my life, not even as my second choice." He said bluntly, not hiding his marriage with Rebecca.
Fiona's eyes leaked but she quickly wiped off the tears on her face. She scowled at him.
"Who is she?" She asked him, gritting her teeth.
Williams smirked at the sight of her anger. He remained silent.
"Tell me, who is it? An Emperor's daughter? Another princess?" She asked him angrily.
Williams persisted in his silence and walked few metres away.
"Don't tell me it's a commoner?" She assumed, with her nose wrinkled in disgust.
Williams stopped but didn't face her. Fiona nodded to her suspicions and walked towards him. She stood in front of him. He looked plainly at her.
"Wait!" She slung him off,
"You saying you chose some filthy commoner over me? Someone, who clearly smells like worst than a horse dung? Am I right?"
Williams rolled his eyes and shook his head disappointingly.
"I should've known a man like you had no decent taste. You're clearly the type who spits out sugar and goes for lime instead. How pathetic!" She said scornfully.
"Beauty without brains; that's what you are! Arrogant, rude, an egoist; I can't live with someone like you. At least the Duchess has some good qualities in her. You might learn a thing or two from her." He said smugly, satisfied in his mission.
"His Majesty won't spare you." She threatened him.
Williams took a step forward, standing very close to her. He looked at her directly her eyes. Fiona didn't back out from the stare.
"I never asked for any of these." He muttered, in a low voice. His words were firm and unmoved.
Williams left the room. Princess Fiona watched him and slowly returned to her distress-tears had race down her cheeks the minute he left.
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Rebecca had come downstairs the moment Zita had told about the Duke's departure. She ate breakfast peacefully, hoping it wouldn't be interrupted by her husband. After she was done, satisfied with what she had, Zita offered to show her round the house as well as the field close to the house.
The Duke had been given hectares land which he built his house in and left the rest as they were. They walked in the slightly overgrown grass.
"This has been peaceful morning." Rebecca said gladly. She had her eyes at the blue sky.
Zita felt otherwise. She knew her words would only cause problems later. She had the urge to tell her mistress about it but forcefully kept it to herself.
"His grace will certainly be furious when he returns." Zita said cowardly, unable to deal with the tension.
Rebecca looked away from the sky and had her eyes on Zita. Zita knew she had become the object of concentration.
"He was angry when he heard of your disobedience. You only escaped his wrath because of his departure. But when he returns, he won't spare you." She continued, without making eye contact.
"I have always respected His grace but after what he said to me, I'm only an object mockery to him. He hates me and only married me to make me suffer." Rebecca said openly, still affected by his description.
"Your grace, your husband doesn't despise you. He had carefully planned your arrival to the house. He had everyone on their feet and made sure the house was befitting for you." Zita explained, in favour of her master.
"Yes, he did all that to prepare me for the worst. He bluntly told me that he despises me. What's there to hope in marriage like mine?" Rebecca said airily. The breeze blew and had some strands of her hair in hair. She wore them behind her ear.
"A woman in love often do stupid things only to regret it later. She had hopes of a happy ending but got laughed at the end."
"Such a woman must have truly be loved in with the man whom she desired." Zita said, keen to the conversation.
Rebecca looked at her stomach and let a sigh. She had her hand on her stomach.
"But he never loved her back. She was left with what she thought would be happiness." Rebecca said wryly.
"Does Her grace refers to herself?" Zita asked curiously.
Rebecca replied in a nod.
"Your grace, would you be glad to share the journey your love with me? I promise to listen without judgement." Zita persuaded her, eager to know more.
"Probably when I've fully let go of the pain and shame I feel within." Rebecca answered calmly.
Zita didn't force herself and hummed. She got bitten by an insect-a little ant-and slapped it off her leg. She looked at her mistress and her eyes widened.
"Your grace!" She exclaimed fearfully.
Rebecca looked at her blankly. She had been lost in thoughts and snapped out when she heard her voice, slightly loud. She looked at the directions Zita's eyes were was surprised. Her water had broken.
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.

9.6
Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate.
But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract.
The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different.
The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival.
There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone.
She should hate him. He gives her every reason to.
But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...

8.0
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**She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.**
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**SIENNA**
I thought I buried that night.
The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future.
Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be.
Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love.
Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters.
Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name.
He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing.
But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive.
I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget.
But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice.
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**LANDON**
She was never supposed to be his.
The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know.
I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted.
Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother.
Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun.
She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone.
But I remember. And so does she.
One night should have been the end.
Instead it was only the beginning.
Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.

8.2
Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents.
Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City.
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"Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne.
But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time?
What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?

9.1
Alyssa wanted just one thing in life, to be loved by her family and her mate but after a near-death experience, she realized they don't care about her and they never will. Her family disowned her and banished her from the pack, her mate rejected her and mated with her sister who set her up and almost got her killed.
"They hate me for no reason! They don't want me and now I am going to show them! I am going to make them regret ever being mean to me."
Determined to make those who hate and want her dead pay, she goes on a journey of self-discovery with the help of Jace Carter, a powerful alpha who at first just wanted to use Alyssa to get revenge on the Dark Blood pack for what they did to his sister but found himself drawn to her.
"Be my Luna and I will stand by you and make those who hurt you pay."
His offer was too tempting for Alyssa to say no even though she knew better than to trust Jace especially because of the feud that started between their packs after one of her brothers hurt his sister.
"The enemy of my enemies is my friend,"
Alyssa is determined and nothing can stop her. With the power that comes with being Luna of the Wildheart pack, her full potential is finally unleashed! Healer? Seer? Mind reader? She got powers that she didn't even know of and one by one, she discovers them.
Now her family and pack want her. "Alyssa, you are a member of this pack, you have to come back to the Dark Blood pack."
Too late...

7.3
I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me.
When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin.
With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement.
Then, she pulled out a hunting knife.
She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes.
"He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered.
She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash.
While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames.
As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies.
But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno.
I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning.