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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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''Lady Dahlia.''

Stepping into the barony, Isla came in contact with a young maid, carrying a bowl of wet white bed sheets. She probably wanted to spread the washed clothes under the morning sun.

''Sophie, I told you to stop calling me lady,'' Isla released a helpless sigh with closed eyes. Her eyebrows came together, showing how much the word annoyed her.

The maid, Sophie chuckled. ''My lady, you don't know how you carry yourself. Sometimes, I get an image of you being a high-ranking noble.''

Her gaze then traveled to the basket on Isla's forearm. ''Let me help you with that, my lady.''

She was about to drop the wooden bowl, but Isla quickly dashed forward to avoid the latter's help. ''Stop treating me like I am something delicate, Sophie.''