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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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Dante and the Empress (2)

'That address…' Dante's gaze went past the empress. There was only one person who could call her imperial majesty 'Mother empress' and that was the six-year-old crown prince of the Asterian empire.

Ebony dark hair and golden eyes resembling the shining sun, the crown prince greatly took after the emperor's features. Even without announcing his identity, anyone could tell that he was of imperial blood.

''Mother empress…ah..'' Upon seeing a guest with his mother's garden, the crown prince who was excitedly rushing to his mother, slowed down until his momentum came to a stop.

The empress did not turn to her child and kept her gaze on the duke. She caught one of his hands tightly squeezed together as he did not remove his stare on her child.

'What are his thoughts?' She wondered. She wanted to draw his attention as he was going against etiquette again by not greeting her child as the crown prince, but he suddenly whipped his gaze to her.