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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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The Picnic (1)

''It's lovely to see you after a long time, Countess Olivier.''

''The same as well, Viscountess.''

''Thank you for the invitation, Madam clayton.''

''Thank you for also showing up, marchioness''

Standing underneath the iron arched entrance with pink roses dancing in the gentle breeze, Countess Olivier and Madam Clayton, welcomed many middle-aged and young madams, and young ladies as well into their planned picnic that took place in the garden.

''Aunt, it seems she's not coming.'' After flashing her practiced smile to a passing madam, Madam Clayton said to Countess Olivier in a lowered voice.

''Hmm…I thought she would come.'' Disappointment flashed in the countess's peach eyes. Just as she had done to that hateful woman, she wanted to do the same to her child. She wanted that child to know who was more superior in society.