Fake Lover Of The Grand Duke

"Give him one more punch! Yes! Break the jaw of the crown prince!" the voice of Sophie rang in the empty room.

She was lying on her soft bed with a red canopy covering it. There was a bell near the bed which would call a dozen maids at once.

The elegant room's wall was covered with nude pictures of many men with a large painting of hers covering the left wall.

A large chandelier on the ceiling with dim lights and soft flowers in the corner that still looked afresh. But she still had a frown on her face.

She was engrossed in reading a novel she had recently started and was enjoying the last arc with much enthusiasm.

"You just wait and see how you are going to die!" she mumbled with glee but when she swiped….

"Are you kidding me!" She glared at the phone as if it was her mortal enemy when she realized that the next part was not updated yet even when it was past the time of the daily update.

She kept sulking and checked her tablet every ten minutes all night but the chapter was still not there.

In the end, her eyes felt heavier and she closed them and succumbed to sleep with the idea of sleeping all day.

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"Mary! Are you opening the door or shall I break it?" Sophie tossed in her bed with three deep lines on her forehead and covered her face with another pillow when the strange smell wafted into her nostrils and she felt nauseated.

"Knock knock! Thump! Kick!" The sound of the door beating created headaches as she rubbed her forehead and tried to force her eyes to open.

She was sure she had told the maids to not disturb her since her exams were finished and she was going to take the rest of a week off before joining the company.

"Who in the world had died!" she cursed as she opened her eyes and looked around, ready to kill the person who was disturbing her. But…..

Her eyes widened with shock when she noticed she was not in her room anymore. Forget about her room, she was not even sure if she was in a house or someone had kidnapped her when she was sleeping and placed her in stables.

The walls were made of mud and straw and the place only had raw wooden furniture with no finishing touch or paint.

There was a small kitchen counter with only a broken table and a small chair in the corner with a closet on the left and the rest of the place was empty.

She rubbed her eyes again thinking that it was a dream when the door knocked again.

"Mary! We know that you are inside. If you do not open the door, not only will we break it. But we will make sure that you regret your decision." came the cold and threatening voice again when she finally came to her senses.

Even if it was a dream, she could not bear that crude shouting anymore.

She took a deep breath and stood up to open the door when the bed creaked under her weight.

"......" speechless at the condition of the room, she was ready to berate her kidnappers as she opened the door. Her eyes met two muscular men who were looking at her with disgust.

"Finally you decided to open the door, huh! Are you finally afraid of death?" they asked with smug looks on their faces when she rolled her eyes.

"No! I just could not bear that sound anymore. It looked like a dozen frogs were croaking at the door!"

"......."

"What did you say?" The man came forward showing her his muscles as he cracked the bones of his hands when she shook her head.

"You must go to a physician if you have hearing problems. Why are you experimenting with this weak door? And where is this place?" She peeped out and was shocked to see the place.

She never knew there was a place like that in New York.

Such muddy roads, open lanes, trees, and odd-looking clothes-wearing people. Not even a town had this kind of ambiance. But the air felt fresh and there were no more cars or smoke. It looked like a scene from a painting of mountains.

The men exchanged glances as if they were dealing with a crazy woman. One of them held her arms and pulled her closer and checked her face closely when she scowled.

"I do not think that she has gone mad. Could it be that she is acting since she does not want to return us money?" he asked another when the other nodded after some thought.

"It could be! But she had always been meek. What's with the attitude? Should she not be begging us if she did not have money to pay back?" they both were talking about her in front of her without even caring that she could listen to them.

"Mary! If you do not pay the money, the lord will skin you alive and use you as a scarecrow!"