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The Archduke's Songbird

***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play?  Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.

Golda · Fantasy
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361 Chs

True Heir

 

Jerrick fixed the baby hair falling on her face with a smile. His heart was full. "My wife…" he whispered before kissing her forehead.

He couldn't help but stare at her face for some time before getting off the bed to get his robe. Covering himself with the robe, he closed the window so Jessamyn would sleep more deeply.

The gentleness on his face was replaced with a menacing scowl as he looked at the divider. "Why haven't you left yet?" he asked. "Haven't you seen what you wanted to see?"

His eyes narrowed at the shadow moving inside the other room. The soft jingles followed as the woman walked to the door, but she stopped.

"It's a waste…" Celena said, her sharp eyes landing on Jerrick through the gap. "The intended issue has not come to fruition." 

"The intended issue?" Jerrick raised one of his brows. Fisting his hands, he observed her keenly.