Novels by Donaaloy

Chapter sixtyTons of majordomos had been hired for the job, a dangerous one given the risk of being trampled upon. Continuously, they nudged their bodies against the crowd at either side of the cobbled street.As Elizabeth had put it, it was the grandest event in England; everyone wanted to see!Two carriages made of white oak and gold prints rolled upon the stones just between the hustling and bustling lines of the crowd at their sides. The majordomos were almost having trouble keeping them behind the invisible tape. But when the carriages came to a halt, the uproar just doubled.Uniformly, footmen stalked to the doors and pulled them open, tipping their bodies down in a half bow for whoever was to emerge.Now everywhere quietened except for the murmur streak of anxious waiters.Carriage one released the English blonde, bound in a dress that almost filled the space behind her. As she was helped down the steps, the sun came in contact with the gems on her white garment, shimmering wi

Chapter fifty nineThe Duke found himself in a mix of feelings. Admiration. Wonder. Gratitude. Love.And slowly, he let go of his own sword and widened his arms invitingly, "Then get in here before I change my mind."Damnation to her spine and ego. Monica let tears run down her cheeks as she half ran to the lad.Jason was smiling in admiration.Anna and Rebecca felt a new warmth in their hearts.The Princes were nodding approvingly.Earl Robinson burst out laughing in mirth as he let the scene rage his mind.Speaking of happy endings, Earl suddenly had a frown on before, later on, he started across the snow." Where are you going?" Asked Raymond worriedly.The Marquess faced his friends one last time to say, "Anywhere apart from here. While getting too engrossed in such a beautiful scene. I forgot the vessel for bad luck I left at home who'll soon become Marchioness of my empire.""Good thing I'm married," Jason smiled, "who knows she may have chosen me for such a suicide mission."Ea

Chapter fifty eightIt had been nearly hell for the lass. Now it was useless threatening to kill one of them. As Monica gawked at the angry mob of armed noblemen, she realised unfortunately that no height of her skills could change the fact she was greatly outnumbered.She had started to shiver while they kept closing in on her. Even the victim she had in her clutch finally managed to free himself from her shaky grip.Now she was there, naked to any attack they planned to lay upon her. Now she had no choice but to do that one thing she hated most; surrender.Ever so slowly, she lifted both her hands in the air and glanced through the people. But then;"Move away! His Grace approaches," the loud voice came from somewhere within the crowd, stealing attention and causing a murmur streak.Monica gasped fearful. The last way she wanted to die was by the hands of the one she loved. Now she was trapped, he had come to end this once and for all.Now the crowd parted into two to form a path in

Chapter fifty seven"Earl!" She grinned and almost went to embrace him. Rather than what the Marquess should have done, he frowned and stepped back from the window through which he'd thrown it. After a wave of dismissal, he snarled, "I knew Jason was up to no good. Now get out of here before we both get caught."The lady obeyed instantly, jumping to her feet and pacing towards the stables. That was when the real war began.The crowd rushed to her sadistically, almost surrounding her. She joined her lips to a line. As much as she was desperate to flee, she vowed not to kill any, as innocent as each as. But a little bone breaking won't hurt wouldn't it?Even with the impossibility, Monica stopped and began throwing fists and avoiding attacks coming her way. With her actions, the number was increasing and closing in on her. New plan…She suddenly remembered how the bonds existing between members of a clan and how sentimental they could be about each other. At the thought, she reached fo

Chapter fifty sixThe men stopped and faced her, fear almost shielding their beautiful features. A pistol was aimed at them, but better scrutiny made them realise the attack was posed to Philip.Monica stalked deeper with the aim of her gun straight at the brown haired lad. But as much as his friends were tensed, the Duke hadn't batted an eyelid. Instead, he glared straight at her, into those sad, green eyes, daring her to shoot."Don't be insane Monica!" Peter said with a voice forced into a low growl. "Drop the weapon!"The lady never flinched a muscle. And while she thought her move was fearfully and threatening, Philip Forland just smiled at her, "Save your breaths, she won't shoot." He tilted his head, turning it into a grin just before he sighed, "She can't."Monica's stare hardened narrowly. And of course, she knew he was right. He knew her, her strengths, her weaknesses, capabilities, inside…through and out.And the familiar feeling of vulnerability before him dawned. The grip

Chapter fifty fiveMonica knew she was running out of time; her restlessness had just increased now that her movement was restricted to within the borders of the estate.And then the new marriage date was approaching.For the first time since her imprisonment, she looked at the doors with obvious intentions. After taking deep, necessary breaths, she strode to them and shoved them open.Her strides doubled, then tripled...until she began running upon the marbles. Dark hallways, galleries, stairs, foyers and even more stairs before the Duchess's drawing room faced her.That was the point she realized she was insane. Well she was that a long time ago, wasn't she. Monica had smiled at the thought and finally gone through the doors.Seems mother and daughter were deep in a serious conversation...Rebecca rushed to her feet in what looked like fright.Anna however, frowned disapprovingly at the lady before them.But the frown turned to something lighter and slightly confused when Monica fel