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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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An Ending or not? (1)

*Slputter*

Following those words was blood gushing out from out two pairs of lips. One belonging to Dion, and the other to Dante. Both pairs of lips were drenched in deep red, and that wasn't the only thing soaked in blood.

The chest of both men were stabbed with each of their swords. Below the blade were severl trails of blood dripping to the snowy ground.

It was an horrid sight.

However...

Only one of them managed to stop the gushing out of blood from his mouth.

That was Dante.

''I didn't want to kill you, Dion.'' He said, letting go of the sword and watching his half-brother drop on his knees with blood violently gushing out from his lips.

''But you leave me no choice.''

''...Ha!'' Amid his horried situation, Dion did not forget to sneer at those words uttered to him. He would be a fool to believe such. Feeling a little light-headed, he knew that his time had already come.