Chapter thirty-twoKing Louis traced his fingers down the map on the table, a glass of rum in his other hand.Kilmarnock!He stopped his forefinger on Scotland, then sipped from his cup.After a short while of scrutiny, he called out with his deep, sour voice, "James."The King didn't wait longer than a moment before a footman strode in with his head low and a hand on his chest. "Your Majesty."Another gulp of rum and a little while later, King Louis raised his attention from the map he had been studying all night, "Would you call my two youngest sons for me?"James paused in fulfilling the order and managed to look up at the older man with a frown. After the short silence, he declared steadily, "I apologise my King but they are still away on their trip to Anfield."Louis looked at him and dropped his cup, his brows joining slightly, "And why is that? They do not usually stay this long!"The man he spoke to obviously had no answer to that. All he did was make his gaze travel to the f
Chapter thirty threeElizabeth brewed eight cups of coffee, fixed them beautifully on a tray and lifted it in her hands. With it, she strode round the mansion with the hem of her skirt swooping over the floor, searching for any living soul to no avail.It was empty…Where was everyone?A gunshot from outside made her heart jerk. She took the next few seconds to panic and suck in enough strength to think of what to do next. But then, she suddenly stopped fussing when she remembered the men practised every morning, so the gunshot was justified. Clearly, everyone was outside.She walked towards the back door, the cups vibrating upon the saucers beneath them. At the door, she found all eight upon the lawn, occupied with one thing or the other to even notice she was around.Faking a wide grin, she declared, "Good morning everyone! Who's in for some coffee?"As if it was planned, all eyes fell on her at that instant. Then almost immediately, most of the eyes left her and refocused their att
Chapter thirty four"Be quiet, or he'll shoot you," the blonde heard her cousin say with her breath touching the back of her ear. Her chest rose and fell gradually, and she swallowed in fear.After careful strategy, Monica bumped Elizabeth aside and flung the dagger she held straight at Nax.It took a while for the man to realise the men's blabbering was just a distraction. And by that time, the blade had already dug a shallow groove inside his chest. Automatically, he dropped the gun and was forced to his fours. The general gasped, stealing anxious glances at the knife in him while he noticed the others surround him.Slowly, the man finally managed to look up at them, showing obvious streak of tired lines on his face, "Do not return that duchy to Monica Your Grace."The Duke was not surprised to hear that erupt from him all of a sudden. Instead, he sighed and squatted to reach him, "And you thought the best way to tell me that was by stealing the seal."Silence…The man lowered his h
Chapter thirty fiveIt was a bright morning like any other day, coming with the usual swarm of light filling the mansion through the wall length windows.The boots made rhythmic stamps on the floors while they walked through the English corridors. One last stamp and the pair of feet turned left to face the Duke's office."My Lords," Monica grinned wildly and continued the stamping of boots into the chamber.The men were gathered around Philip who was seated behind his desk. From the looks of the scene, they had to be discussing something disturbing. The Duke's head was buried in his hands in a helpless state, and the ones with the deepest glower seemed to be Raymond and Timothy.The lady stopped when she reached them and braced her hands upon the desk with a sense of leadership, "There seems to be a problem." That was not a question.With no further ado, Jason yanked out a sheet of paper and held it to her. The woman had snatched it readily and was already studying the words on the le
Chapter thirty sixThat went genuinely peacefully unlike every other part of the lunch. He used the next moment to pour himself a glass of Scotch."Coming straight to business," Stephen moved the cup away from his mouth so the words could be made, "I would like to take my brothers home with me thank you."Just before the Duke could reply to the hidden order, Raymond decided to be of help and bring his brother back to reality, "You can tell father we are not done with the Duke."Smartly, every other person kept shut to allow the brotherly chatter to continue. The potential King had lowered his cup from his lips and was staring at it as though there was something inside. "Well baby brother," he raised his eyes to look at Raymond, "I brought our cousins along so you'd fathom I don't take trips like this unless I mean business. You're coming home, whether or not it suits your plans."Okay that was it...Philip decided to spoil the family meeting, "Well, Your Highness. Before you come to m
Chapter thirty sevenPlacing the dish upon the counter, Elizabeth swirled herself round the house with a grin on. She found herself being happy for some reason she did not quite understand.She made a circle with her dress and went on gliding upon the marbles.But then, it was about to be short-lived.She felt a hand clutch her wrist tightly just before she was pulled in through a door.As she came to her balance, her hands first came up to arrange her hair, then nurse her wrist.Now who was that peacock who could have pulled her like…As she looked up, her mouth opened in shock. Wasn't it charm himself…"Earl! What…what is the matter with you?" Elizabeth cast him a look that should have scared him.However, the Marquess was nonchalant. If he reacted in anyway obvious, it was just a roll of his eyes, "I should ask you the same thing. What evil deed of yours were you trying to pull Monica into?"Her open mouth closed as she blinked blankly at him. "And what does that have to do with yo
Chapter thirty eightIt all felt like a picture in his dreams. A loud bang came again and again, filling his ears.Jason frowned in his sleep, snuggling under his sheets to block his hearing from the imaginary noise.But soon, the banging sound became even more dominant, so loud it felt real.And of course it was because it was real…He smashed his eyes open, realising just then that the sound was not a dream. Sitting up from the bed, he pulled the thick blankets off his body and analysed his roomThe loud bangs were knocks on the door, regular and desperate.Cautiously, he clutched his pistol and hopped off the bed to stalk to the door.Having reached it, he slowly placed a hand on the knob with the other holding the gun in position. When he pulled the door open abruptly, he heaved a sigh of relief when he found the Duke of Anfield."Your Grace?" What is so important that you had to grant me such a scare in the middle of the night," his frowning glare ran through the young man in the
Chapter thirty nineRebecca stood still like a sculpture, gawking while Tiffany brought in the limp looking Anna hanging from his arms. Her daughter laid unconscious with her entire body red and swollen, her hair unkept and dress battered.All she knew was, Anna had disappeared for three days, a wild search was organised, and their butler along with the others had finally returned.They found her alright, but Rebecca's eyes filled up with tears as they followed Tiffany's motions to keep her daughter on the chaise. "What happened," she managed to finally ask.The butler ignored the question and had his concentration on waking the younger lady up. With her head rested upon the chair's support, he tapped her cheek gently.When they did not work well, he was handed a glass of water which he sprinkled lightly on her face.Anna squeezed her faced and hummed tiredly. But a deeper side of her made her smash her eyes open and bounce into consciousness with a shriek, "Mother!"Immediately, Reb
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
Chapter fifty four"I wish things returned to the way they were," the Marquess confessed with his gaze on Philip. The latter was arching again some distance away from the rest. He was unusually fast and aggressive, harbouring a frown that had never left his face since dawn.Raymond sighed and replied, "Why did she have to run away? I want to forgive her completely. But then, it seems far more difficult than it should be."Nobody wanted to reply to that, but it did change the aura to something dark. For more moments than they knew, they studied the young Duke far away vent his frustration on the arrow board.After pretending long enough, he flung his weapons aside and sucked in long, needed breaths.Earl of Vetcom frowned at that and finally heaved a sigh, "I need to correct this." He turned to leave.Before he could walk away, Earl Robinson declared sternly, "I may not be in the know of what nonsense you plan to do. But for things go back to how they were , Monica needs to return to o
Chapter fifty-threePhilip leaned back in his chair and swivelled with both legs upon his desk, goofing around with a gun in his hands and a wicked smirk on. His five friends took simpler seats around him with their gazes in one direction; before them.With her hands still tied to her back, Monica was shoved down her knees right before their very eyes, red hair falling over her face to shield half the grim she had on. They were smirking down at her like a prize they'd finally won!Monica almost spat at the majordomo who had ruthlessly handled her through the crowd of guests, into a carriage, right through the empire's gates and up the stairs.But now, she faced the Monarchs with her teeth gritted and jaws clenched, her eyes travelling round them in the angriest of stares. Sweat dripped down her bowed face and trickled down to the floor.It was the Duke's next words that brought her attention up to them again, "How do you want it lads, an arrow through her skull or her head under a gui
Chapter fifty-twoThe last few days flowed routinely and looked like an attempt to fix everything that was once ruined. The days of revival.The Duke's empire had been filled with hustling and bustling movements for the forthcoming wedding. If the Dowager Duchess had never been serious with anything in her life, she took this phase of trials easily and tried to restore the estate, even if it was the last thing she did. At least to give Philip time to get back on his feet…although it seemed to be taking forever.As confident and eager as Elizabeth had been of Philip's return, it has taken literally no amount of his apology for her to pull him back into her embrace. And with a smirk on her face, she had patted his hair and agreed to marry him again. All thanks to Monica.Now the days were crawling by quite slowly and the wedding was hearing, one that the Duke was somehow not looking forward to. Lately, he'd been searching for a darker place to hide, to be away from all the chatters conc