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His Unforgiving Duchess

"Isla." Staring at relief, regret, happiness and maybe....love, Isla could not believe the man at her front was her husband, even if his appearance had not changed since her escape from the Hayes Duchy. Compared to the indifference he clearly expressed during their five years of marriage, she wanted to laugh out loud, as she understood the reason for his disgusting emotions. "Duke, you finally decided to find me, after your wife's child was proven not to be yours?" Sarcasm laced her tone as painful memories resurfaced in Isla's head. Duke Hayes looked at his first wife, who gave him nothing but pure love in their marriage. However, he pursued another love with intentions and now he became the biggest fool. "Isla, I know I do not owe you an explanation, but please think of our child." he begged, desperately. He wanted her and the child back in his life. The child that links him to Isla, his one and only real wife. The person who loved him and he will do anything to bring back that love. "Our child or my child, Duke?" Isla sharply retorted. Then, with a blank stare, she warned icily. " Choose your words carefully, Dante." The Trial Love Series: His Unforgiving Duchess. His Arrogant Marchioness. (2024-2025) His Cold Baroness. (Coming soon) To be in touch with me: Instagram and tiktok username: b.sowunmi Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/bkWcVw79cd DO NOT USE THE NOVEL COVER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! Commissioned by r.voh.k on Instagram.

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A twist of fate (1)

''Liev, look at my painting. I drew my family,'' A little girl of the same age as Damien excitedly showed a paper to him.

Damien turned to the paper directly in front of his face and gave a friendly smile to the girl. ''Your painting is beautiful, Cecily.''

The girl named Cecily blushed at the smile thrown her way. She then shyly brought her paper down to the table and spoke with a stutter while pointing at the colored people. ''T-This is my mother, me and my father.''

Still with her flushed face, she asked. ''What of yours Liev?''

At her question, Liev shifted his paper closer to hers. He also moved his body closer to her on the bench. Because of his little action, the blush that was slowly reducing on Cecily's face returned with full force.