Sometimes, things don’t go as planned. For instance, today, Isabella left her house without an umbrella. She only realized she needed one when she stepped out of the bakery, drenched in cold water hurriedly carried by a passing waiter. Meanwhile, a man walking by, shielding himself from the rain with a newly purchased newspaper, stumbled and fell face-first into the mud.
Holding a bag of poppy seed buns she intended to gift to the Lancaster estate’s butler, Isabella glanced up at the sky. The rain showed no signs of stopping. With a heavy sigh, she stepped back inside the bakery and sat at an empty table. “I need to hurry,” she suddenly thought. This week alone, she had visited the duke’s residence three times, and three times she had been turned away for various reasons. But she was not one to give up so easily. The only positive outcome of her visits was the butler’s growing favor. During her time waiting at the estate, they had engaged in pleasant conversations, and on her last visit, as he escorted her out, Charles had promised to do his best to persuade the duke to receive her. That was why she had decided to buy him some buns as a token of gratitude. Lifting her gaze, Isabella looked around the bakery. Dismal. Just like herself, really. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention back to the window. This time, it seemed the rain had finally stopped. She glanced at the hem of her dress, which had dried while she was waiting. “At least it was just water and not tea or coffee,” she muttered to herself, smoothing out the fabric. Upon reaching the residence, Isabella inhaled deeply. She wasn’t sure why, but she had a feeling that today, their meeting would finally take place. And that made her even more nervous. Of course, she had been anxious the previous three times as well, but this time, her unease felt much stronger. Still, summoning her courage, she stepped through the gates of the estate, where her newfound friend, Charles, greeted her at the entrance with a sorrowful smile. “Welcome, Lady Alliste.” Isabella immediately understood—Charles likely already had a prepared rejection for her. Concealing her disappointment as best as she could, she smiled in return. “Good afternoon.” Charles greeted her with a warm smile before clearing his throat, bringing a fist to his lips, as if preparing to turn her away. “I suppose I won’t be able to meet with the duke today either?” Yes, Charles liked this quality of Isabella’s. Though they hadn’t known each other long, through their two conversations over tea while she waited for Damian, he had noticed her ability to read people instantly. It was convenient—she was the first to voice the bad news, sparing him the trouble of saying, “You are denied.” “He was supposed to have a free day today, but urgent matters arose, and he had to leave the estate early this morning. It’s unclear when he will return. But even if he does make it back today, I doubt he will have the energy to receive visitors due to exhaustion.” Charles was speaking faster than usual, not realizing he was inadvertently justifying himself to Isabella. In a way, he had reason to—after all, he had been the one to arrange today’s visit. “I see,” Isabella replied with a smile, then extended the bag of buns she had prepared. “I bought these just for you from a bakery near my home. They’ve cooled down, but I’m sure they’re still just as delicious.” Seeing her gift, Charles’s face lit up with a radiant smile. In a way, he was grateful for Isabella’s kindness, and his sense of guilt started to fade. “If you’ve brought dessert, then I owe you some tea, don’t I?” Charles still couldn’t quite grasp Isabella’s true intentions. She had never once explained why she sought the duke, leaving Charles only to speculate. He had even secretly looked into her family. The only logical conclusion he could draw was that she sought a marriage proposal to save her household. “Aren’t I taking up your time, Barkley?” Isabella’s voice interrupted his thoughts. The question made him flinch slightly. Once again, he was reassured—this was indeed Isabella Alliste and not some impostor. She was refined, graceful, and just a touch arrogant—qualities that belonged only to ladies of the highest society. “Not at all! I always appreciate good company. Especially when they bring such exquisite treats.” Isabella smiled in response. She firmly believed that forming a friendly relationship with the butler and housekeeper was always beneficial, as they were the most important people in an estate—aside from the master himself, of course. “This is the least I could do to thank you for your kindness.” “Oh, but I’ve done nothing yet. I still haven’t been able to help you,” Charles sighed regretfully. “Please, don’t feel guilty. I know you are doing everything you can. The only reason I haven’t lost hope in meeting His Grace is because of you.” A smile brightened Charles’s face. Receiving praise from a noble lady for his work was a rare delight. It motivated him to try even harder. “I will do everything I can for you, miss.” “I am deeply grateful for your service, Barkley.” Before Charles could notice how time had flown, a servant hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Apologizing, he asked Isabella to wait for him in the sitting room and quickly left. Left alone, Isabella couldn’t help but recall her childhood at the Rankaster estate, her family’s ancestral home. Luxury and wealth had surrounded her all her life. But the grandeur and elegance of House Hartess were on an entirely different level. In Charles’s presence, she always maintained a composed demeanor. But now, alone, she couldn’t resist curiously taking in the surroundings. During her last visit, while having tea with the butler, a painting by the entrance had caught her attention. Now, she could finally examine it up close. Rising from the sofa, Isabella slowly approached the portrait. It depicted a woman of extraordinary beauty and noble grace. This must be the late Duchess of Hartess, she thought. So absorbed was she in the painting that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from outside. While she admired the artwork, the doors to the sitting room suddenly swung open, and a man she had never seen before stepped inside. He was tall, with aristocratic features and a cold gaze that immediately locked onto Isabella. Silence stretched between them as they studied each other. “Forgive me for disturbing you,” he finally spoke, his voice deep and confident. “Are you Lady Alliste?” “Yes, that’s me,” Isabella replied, unable to hide her surprise. The man took a few steps closer, as if appraising her. “My name is Damian Hartess,” he introduced himself. “I was informed that you have been quite persistent in seeking a meeting with me.” Isabella barely managed to conceal her unease. At last, she had met the duke.Not everyone appreciates having their peace disturbed by an unexpected visitor.Take Damian, for instance—he firmly believed in the saying: “Uninvited guests rarely receive a warm welcome.” A month ago, when his Aunt Marie paid him a visit, pleading for his help in securing a place for her son at the Royal Academy of Arts, he refused, citing the woman’s lack of courtesy. Or just last week, when Thomas—his late brother’s friend—knocked on his door in the dead of night, begging for a loan to pay off his debts to moneylenders, swearing he would return it once he won back his losses. And then, of course, there was poor Lucy Barnes, who had accused the former Duke of assault and demanded a hefty compensation at the very beginning of this entire story.Out of all his uninvited guests, Isabella was the most persistent—and that irritated Damian. But at the same time, it intrigued him.On the first day she appeared at his estate, he had been too drained after dealing with Lucy Barnes and turne
The human mind is a remarkable thing. It can find a way out of the most difficult situations, anticipate several moves ahead, and conceal emotions behind a mask of indifference. But sometimes, even the most perceptive people find themselves at a loss. That was exactly what happened to Jack.The Duke of Hartess’s secretary was a composed man, accustomed to handling financial reports, conducting business correspondence, and keeping his master’s schedule in order. But none of his skills could help him now.A child. A member of the Hartess family. Or perhaps an impostor?The thought circled in Jack’s mind, refusing to let him rest. He tried to predict what Damian’s next move would be, but as always, the duke remained unreadable. Sitting in his office, he silently drank bourbon, gazing absently into the darkness beyond the window.“What is he thinking? What decision will he make?”Jack didn’t know. But he knew one thing: when Damian stayed silent for too long, it never led to anything good
Sometimes, a single word is enough to erase the torment of waiting. Sometimes, a single gesture is enough to restore lost confidence.Isabella poured tea into two plain cups and placed them on the dining table. The rough wooden surface, cracked with age, did not match the graceful movements of her hands. Opposite her, idly twirling an aluminum spoon between his fingers, sat Damian.“Are you sure you want to talk here?” he asked, letting his gaze sweep over the tiny kitchen.Isabella nodded.“Jane is asleep,” she replied calmly. “I don’t want to wake her.”Damian silently accepted her decision. He picked up his cup and took a small sip, never taking his eyes off her.Isabella no longer seemed troubled. Four days of anxiety were behind her; now her confidence once again wrapped around her like a sturdy shield.“I looked into your title,” Damian began, setting his cup aside. “The barony of Alliste hasn’t been generating income for a long time.”Isabella gave a restrained smile.“Four yea
The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair.Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate.Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.The girl had likely imagined that she would quickly voice all her grievances, complaints, and indignations, take her monetary compensation, and just as swiftly leave the estate. But the moment she stepped into Damian’s study, accompanied by the butler, and laid eyes on the striking, stately, and undeniably charismatic man before her, she instantly forgot why she had come.“Well?”Damian looked at his uninvited guest with a questioning gaze, his eyes betraying a complete lack of interest in the entire situation.“Well… well. I wanted to…”Damian cut her off with a casual wa
Sometimes, a single word is enough to erase the torment of waiting. Sometimes, a single gesture is enough to restore lost confidence.Isabella poured tea into two plain cups and placed them on the dining table. The rough wooden surface, cracked with age, did not match the graceful movements of her hands. Opposite her, idly twirling an aluminum spoon between his fingers, sat Damian.“Are you sure you want to talk here?” he asked, letting his gaze sweep over the tiny kitchen.Isabella nodded.“Jane is asleep,” she replied calmly. “I don’t want to wake her.”Damian silently accepted her decision. He picked up his cup and took a small sip, never taking his eyes off her.Isabella no longer seemed troubled. Four days of anxiety were behind her; now her confidence once again wrapped around her like a sturdy shield.“I looked into your title,” Damian began, setting his cup aside. “The barony of Alliste hasn’t been generating income for a long time.”Isabella gave a restrained smile.“Four yea
The human mind is a remarkable thing. It can find a way out of the most difficult situations, anticipate several moves ahead, and conceal emotions behind a mask of indifference. But sometimes, even the most perceptive people find themselves at a loss. That was exactly what happened to Jack.The Duke of Hartess’s secretary was a composed man, accustomed to handling financial reports, conducting business correspondence, and keeping his master’s schedule in order. But none of his skills could help him now.A child. A member of the Hartess family. Or perhaps an impostor?The thought circled in Jack’s mind, refusing to let him rest. He tried to predict what Damian’s next move would be, but as always, the duke remained unreadable. Sitting in his office, he silently drank bourbon, gazing absently into the darkness beyond the window.“What is he thinking? What decision will he make?”Jack didn’t know. But he knew one thing: when Damian stayed silent for too long, it never led to anything good
Not everyone appreciates having their peace disturbed by an unexpected visitor.Take Damian, for instance—he firmly believed in the saying: “Uninvited guests rarely receive a warm welcome.” A month ago, when his Aunt Marie paid him a visit, pleading for his help in securing a place for her son at the Royal Academy of Arts, he refused, citing the woman’s lack of courtesy. Or just last week, when Thomas—his late brother’s friend—knocked on his door in the dead of night, begging for a loan to pay off his debts to moneylenders, swearing he would return it once he won back his losses. And then, of course, there was poor Lucy Barnes, who had accused the former Duke of assault and demanded a hefty compensation at the very beginning of this entire story.Out of all his uninvited guests, Isabella was the most persistent—and that irritated Damian. But at the same time, it intrigued him.On the first day she appeared at his estate, he had been too drained after dealing with Lucy Barnes and turne
Sometimes, things don’t go as planned. For instance, today, Isabella left her house without an umbrella. She only realized she needed one when she stepped out of the bakery, drenched in cold water hurriedly carried by a passing waiter. Meanwhile, a man walking by, shielding himself from the rain with a newly purchased newspaper, stumbled and fell face-first into the mud.Holding a bag of poppy seed buns she intended to gift to the Lancaster estate’s butler, Isabella glanced up at the sky. The rain showed no signs of stopping. With a heavy sigh, she stepped back inside the bakery and sat at an empty table.“I need to hurry,” she suddenly thought.This week alone, she had visited the duke’s residence three times, and three times she had been turned away for various reasons. But she was not one to give up so easily. The only positive outcome of her visits was the butler’s growing favor. During her time waiting at the estate, they had engaged in pleasant conversations, and on her last vis
The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair.Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate.Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.The girl had likely imagined that she would quickly voice all her grievances, complaints, and indignations, take her monetary compensation, and just as swiftly leave the estate. But the moment she stepped into Damian’s study, accompanied by the butler, and laid eyes on the striking, stately, and undeniably charismatic man before her, she instantly forgot why she had come.“Well?”Damian looked at his uninvited guest with a questioning gaze, his eyes betraying a complete lack of interest in the entire situation.“Well… well. I wanted to…”Damian cut her off with a casual wa