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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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Olivia's Past (3)

Eyes that looked down on her, she disliked them.

Eyes that looked down on her because of her origin, she detest them.

Eyes that mostly belong to the nobles just like her father, she loathes them.

Her father looked down on her, her stepmother looked down on her, and her elder step-sister also looked down on her. The servants of the county did the same, and the nobles did the same. All did the same because of one thing.

Her origin.

Her mother's commoner blood, that flowed through her veins, they hated it, unlike her father's noble blood.

Isn't blood just blood? Isn't she the same human as them?

Sometimes, she wondered as they were not around to witness her mother's death, yet had the nerve to hate her because of her mother who died because of her existence.

How could they?!