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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 Letter

*knock* *knock*

''Speak.'' Dante said, his eyes shifting towards the carriage door.

''Your grace, I think...there is a problem.'' The hesitant voice from the coachman came from the other side of the carriage.

''A problem?'' Dante briefly looked in his Isla's direction. Returning his gaze back to the carriage, he asked further. ''What is it?''

''Your grace...the knights stationed at the gate....they are on the ground....not moving.''

''What?'' Hearing those words that seemed absurd, Dante furrowed his eyebrows. His knights are lying on the ground? On duty?

''What do you mean?'' This time, Dante's expression was serious more than ever. 

''They appeared to be sleeping, your grace. Pardon this servant, but I think it's better for your grace to take a look.''

''...'' For a moment, Dante contemplated on the words from the coachman before looking in Isla's direction.