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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

I TOLD YOU... BE PREPARED, RIGHT?

Pak! Pak!

The moment that Lady Leticia hit Lady Rebecca's cheeks, the movements of the people came to a halt.

The orchestra stopped playing, the servants stopped walking, and the guests stopped talking to each other. 

All their eyes were focused on what the commotion was all about.

"Leti, are you alright? What the hell happened here?!"

As the Duke shows a face full of concern as he strides towards her and sees that his fiance's right cheeks were tinge in red.

And when he touches her, Lady Leticia flinches.

"Aw!"

Everyone begins to conclude one thing as they saw how the Duke's forehead wrinkled in displeasure.

'The poor arrogant lady stepped on a landmine…'

***

The surrounding atmosphere hits rock bottom as the tension rises to new heights as time passes by.

"Who did this?"

The more the people shut their mouths, the more the hall felt suffocating.

Hugh's low voice rang inside the ceremonial hall.