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312. A MALE HEIR
KATHERINEMy heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through my veins.The Duke had taken us under his protection, even if it was just an act.How good it felt to have the power to make decisions, to no longer be just someone else's puppet, a lifeless doll.The absolute power this man represented as he stood before me… I stared at him intensely, reaffirming my goals in my mind despite the barriers.He ordered the nanny and that Theodore, who was obviously paving the way to abuse my daughter's innocence and then rise from a groom to a noblewoman's husband, to be taken away.Such macabre ideas did not occur to a 14-year-old boy, that was his mother's doing.At last, the Duke turned and looked at me again, just for a few moments.His blue eyes gleamed with beautiful golden flecks, perhaps reflecting the sunlight.He walked past me without another word."Thank you, Your Lordship," I whispered softly, not expecting a response.I took a deep breath, smoothing down my skirt.Today, I had complete
313. DANGEROUS FANTASIES
KATHERINEA maid came once again to inform me about dinner."Bring the food to my room. I won’t be dining in the hall tonight"—nor ever again.I watched her leave with a nod."Nana…""Think it through carefully, there’s no rush. An heir isn’t born in a few hours. Go, take a good bath, relax, and sleep on it. I’ll take care of Lavinia."I sighed and stood up, leaning toward her. I kissed her wrinkled forehead. This woman had been the only mother I had ever known."Silly girl, still as clingy as when you were a little rascal. Go rest, you have tough battles ahead," she patted my hands.I headed to my room. Honestly, my mind was so burdened with worries that it felt like it was about to catch fire.No one ever said living someone else’s life would be easy. As soon as I closed my bedroom door, a knock sounded against the wood behind me.I opened it to find the servant who attended the dining hall."Excuse me, Duchess, dinner is ready.""Then bring it in," I said, opening the door wider, e
314. HOW TO “MURDER” A DUKE
ELLIOTMy heavy steps, muffled by the rug in the sitting room, carried me straight to the bedroom door.I was so enraged that I didn’t even stop to think about invading her privacy. I grabbed the handle and burst in."Aaaww, Duke… ahhh" a deep moan echoed through the room.I froze in place, the thick scent of lavender-drenched desire and lust filling the air, making my skin prickle.My breathing turned ragged at the sight before me.Rossella, sprawled on the bed, her legs completely spread toward me, her glistening pink pussy dripping juices that trailed down the curve of her ass, soaking the sheets.Two fingers buried deep in that small opening—I couldn’t look away.Heat surged through my body like molten lava, my cock hardening at the sinful display.She writhed, her toes curled against the mattress, her back arching from the overwhelming pleasure, her eyes shut in ecstasy.Her wet brown hair fanned out around her head like a halo.Those breasts… holy fuck, I knew she had big tits,
315. AN OPPORTUNITY TO GET CLOSER TO
KATHERINE"No, not that elegant dress. Pack more practical things. Yes, yes, that riding outfit is fine." I instructed the two maids packing my essentials for this crazy trip.I walked toward the window while they carried out their duties.The night had deepened outside, so dark that nothing could be seen beyond the shadows cast by the large lanterns.Where was the Duke, and why hadn’t he returned yet?A heavy concern weighed on me. Was he at his mistress’s house? I needed to find out who she was. She was surely a beautiful woman, one who matched his status.Is he in bed with her right now? I raised my thumb to nibble on my nail.Anxiety churned inside me, the insecurity gnawing at me that she could get pregnant and threaten our position here.All I had left was my father’s old house—not even the farmland.Rossella had sold everything. We would be left with nothing.Suddenly, through the night’s mist, I heard the distant neigh of a horse galloping up the entrance path.Without even bl
316. TRACKING
KATHERINEI stepped out in a simple, comfortable dress for the long journey.Adjusting my gloves, I let the housekeeper help me into the spacious carriage, explaining a few things along the way."Have a safe journey, Duchess," she said at last. I thanked her and slid to the side of the plush seat, leaving space for the Duke.The interior was lined with green damask featuring silver patterns—elegant and beautiful.Under the facing seats, there were locked compartments. The housekeeper mentioned they contained provisions for the trip.The luxury was obvious, but of course, this was the carriage of the lord and master of these lands.Speaking of the Duke—I waited and waited, but nothing.The carriage door was closed, the structure shuddered as the coachman took his seat, followed by the crack of the whip and his shout to the horses.I immediately leaned toward the small window, pulling the curtain aside. That’s when I saw him.The Duke was riding that beautiful white horse from last nigh
317. AS THE DONKEY TO THE WHEAT
KATHERINE"I'm just taking a look around the facilities. I can manage on my own, you may leave," I replied firmly, though inside, my heart was pounding."I insist, you really shouldn’t—""Who are you to tell the Duchess where she can or cannot be on her own lands?" The Duke’s authoritative voice made me let out a breath of relief.I had been just about to scream at the top of my lungs."Duke… Your Lordship, I wasn’t—I was only trying to help…" The man turned, lowering his head and dropping his thug-like stance."No one asked for your help, and I didn’t like your tone with my wife at all. Mr. Philip, remove this man from the harvest fields," he ordered mercilessly.His displeasure was obvious, his threatening aura making everyone tremble."Yes, yes, sir," the accountant stammered, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty forehead.The laborer remained silent, about to leave with his head down, but I stopped him."Wait! Before you go, move these bales. I want to see what’s behind a
318. SURPRISE ATTACK
KATHERINE"Oh, for heaven’s sake, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!" I pulled out the handkerchief from the inner pocket of my dress and leaned forward slightly, bracing one hand between his spread legs.I started blotting the stains on his shirt, my fingers working their way down the buttons, trailing lower along his abdomen."I think you should change. Damn it, I’m so clumsy…""It’s fine, Rossella, it doesn’t matter…""No, no, at least let me dry it," I insisted, continuing downward. The wine had trickled lower.I was flustered, too distracted to realize my mistake—until my hand brushed against something hard.My eyes widened as I became fully aware that I had nearly polished the Duke’s crotch, where a growing erection was forming."I…" I looked up.We were so close, practically on top of each other. His breathing was deep, heavy—as if he were scenting me.His eyes, those wild and breathtakingly beautiful eyes, locked onto mine with a predatory intensity.I swallowed hard, my gaze driftin
319. KIDNAPPING
KATHERINEOh no, no, no—this was terrifying.I was trembling uncontrollably, gripping the bread knife like a deadly weapon in front of me. I sharpened my hearing, moving cautiously to avoid making a sound that would give me away.I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore, but with the chaos of the battle outside—screams, the clash of weapons—it was impossible to tell what was happening.Suddenly, the handle of one of the carriage’s side doors began to turn slowly. My heart nearly burst from my chest, fear tightening around my senses, indecision flooding my mind.It was the door facing the forest—of course, the least guarded side. The fight was happening on the other side of the carriage, out on the road.I straightened slightly, my head brushing against the ceiling, gripping the knife so tightly that my knuckles turned white.I was shaking all over, my eyes locked onto the entrance, debating whether the smarter move was to escape through the other door.Too many choices, too little time. Then
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