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The Duke's Fraudulent Lover

Leticia whose been living her life quietly in the outskirts of the Kingdom of Otis, met a bloodied man lying on her lawn in the middle of the night. Deciding to save the man whose identity is still unknown, Leticia did the bare minimum aid and determined to let him go when he gets better. 'Well... I mean, I can't afford to help and sheltered an unknown man when I want to get married, right?!' But what's this? Why are you not leaving? And why are you so good at doing household chores?! And you know how to cook too?! You're making me hesitate to let you go! *** The rumored notorious Duke Hugh Naville decided to stay quiet and enjoy the life he has with Leticia until knights came and begged him to go back as his marriage candidates lined up to meet him, plotted for political purposes of the Queen. Thinking that the Queen shouldn't have his way with his life, Duke Hugh saw Leticia as the best option. "Leticia... Will you become my lover?" "Huh? Why would I do that?!" The response from Leticia made Duke Hugh smile. He became sure that she's the only answer to his crisis. "I want you to become my fake lover..." - But what will happen when suddenly Leticia had a glimpsed of her future and one of those is her life hanging in a thread? 'I should leave before I can, right?' *** This work will be participating in Webnovel Spirity Awards Spring 2021 P.S. Photo not mine. Credit to the owner.

MyCatPaws · Fantasy
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170 Chs

CARRIAGE

"Kyaah!"

Hazel screamed as someone tried to open the carriage door, she was panicking. It was the first time that she encountered a sudden attack.

Tsk!

Leticia clicked her tongue at the situation. She looked at her step-brother who was defending the carriage by blocking the assassins that suddenly attacked them.

Her awareness heightened and she could feel every movement inside the carriage.

As she quickly glanced to her left, she saw the scared Hazel. On her right, Henith hissed towards the window. His fur was standing up, threateningly looking outside. 

Meanwhile, Anton was silently crouching on the couch with his hands gripping his head on and sealing the sound that came in his ear.

"My-my Lady…!"

Hazel stuttered as she looked at Leticia who was pulling the handle with all her might to prevent one of the assassins who had slipped from Salis' grasp. The assassin was now targeting the carriage.