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Evil Duke, Please Be Gentle!

His whole life turned into a joke, when Leonardo Thawyne the proud son of Duke William Thawyne, came to know that he was not the real son but a swapped kid. And now to save his inheritance he would have to marry the real heiress. Evangeline Rossador, a simple music teacher from a town, was content with teaching music to kids and having a garden in her home. But her whole life turned upside down when she was announced as betrothed to infamous cruel duke Leonardo as her father's last wish before dying. They both were hardly accepting the fact that they were bound in a forced marriage when life played another game and she found herself standing in front of her died father. Soon more deaths started to occur and they both find themselves standing in mid of many misunderstandings and conflicts. How would this chaos be solved? And would they be able to find love in this politically enforced marriage? “I asked what were you doing there?” she glared back at the roaring man who was trying to show his rights to her. “I was dancing with the Earl Nickolas,” she replied, looking back in his eyes. “Theodore go and bring the fingers of Earl who has dared to touch what is mine.” came the reply with an evil smirk. “Now tell me, my dear wife,” he whispered as he came close to her, “which part of your body have he actually touched?

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[Bonus chapter]

"That is not needed, you have to support them and throw me out of the house to end my chapter in your life. After all, that was what you wanted from the start.``

She was right! He wanted to get rid of her in the start.. But after walking a long journey with her, did he still want to get rid of her? If not about the veil of mystery that had shrouded her, he would have accepted his father's choice.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see her laying in his bathtub in his bedroom. He could still feel the touch of that luscious lips on his pale one.

The events of last night had not let him even wink. The wetness of his bedsheet and her crumpled clothes. She would think he was a pervert if he would tell her that he had kept them in his closet carefully.