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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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Baby Shower Day (2)

''Benett, this is our son, your flesh and blood.'' A woman announced in the compound of the Hayes duchy. She was clad in a black robe and in her arms, a tiny child was buried in her bosom as she stared at the stunned father and son on the top of the stairs.

''He has your eyes. Please don't abandon him as he is also your son.'' She pleaded without giving a glance to the five-year-old Dante whose tiny grip left his father's hand. 

His father did not notice anything as he was also stunned by the appearance of another child. The child took the mother's brown hair, but the face and eyes…anyone could tell that he was of Hayes blood. He resembled him greatly, much more than his son from with his wife.

''B-Benet-t..'' At the sound of that whisper, Dante turned to his mother at the entrance of the door. Her hand with a bouquet of flowers went limp to her side as she stared wide-eyed at his father.