All Chapters of The Alpha King's Little Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Edward immediately grew at alert when he saw bloodstained Mr Brown run into the manor. He immediately left his wife and father-in-law and ran towards the man with concern in his eyes."What happened, Brown?" Edward asked the butler as he held him ok the shoulder. "Why are you covered in blood?""It's Harold, Your Grace," Mr Brown said quickly as he turned and headed back to the door, motioning for Edward to follow him.Edward stood, unable to say a word. The first thought that came into his mind was that someone had found Harold's body in the river."Fuck," Edward muttered before turning to Emily and the Baron and motioning for them to wait for him as he followed his butler. Baron Dewhurst nodded for him to go as he held his daughter who seemed to have entered a state of shock, her eyes on the door where Mr Brown had left. The Duke was a surprised at how fast Aron Dewhursts mood had changed. It was as if the sight of Mr Brown covered in blood had caused him to snap and become sober a

The sun had just set, announcing the end of the day. Edward sat in his study, his butler and brother sitting opposite him as they discussed. He looked up at the both of them and sighed as different thoughts rushed into his head. "What are we to do now, William?" Edward asked his brother as he dropped the small glass of rum in his hands on the table beside him. "You have just displayed something to my father-in-law that I have been trying to keep hidden for years. What do I do about it, huh?""And what is that something, if I may ask," William mumbled. He raised his hands up as Edward was about speaking and said, "if you are about mentioning what happened between I and that servant--""So you do know what I am talking about then," Edward shouted, cutting Williams short. "You have always had this liking for blood and death and I thought tye prison fixed you. Apparently, I was very wrong.""You know that it was a mistake that she died," William shouted back angrily. "I didn't plan for h

The guards carried the bag containing the head of the murderer and looked inside. The stench of the now rotten head hit them on the nose and they had to retreat and drop the head back on the table as they covered their nose with their hand and used the other to waft the smell away from them."That should be it," one of the guards said after a few coughs. He looked at the bag as if it was some kind of poison and the slowly walked towards it, his hands stretched to it. He took the bag with his left hand, making sure that he closed the too tight so that the smell wouldn't seep out of it but it did nothing to stop the spread. With every swing that they made, the smell seemed to spread throughout the room."We will take this to the council and inform them of the man's death," the guards said, his voice sounding weird as he held his nose tight."Understood," Edward said with a small nod. "Would the council call for us after? Would they need any of our presence?""We will let you know if th

"So tell me all about home," Emily said as she grabbed a bread from the plate in front of her and put it in her mouth. She swallowed it and accompanied the bread with a small glass of milk before turning back to Victoria and asking, "is my sister fine? Is everyone at home fine?""Everyone is fine, Your Grace," Victoria said and Emily gave her a look that made her to immediately change her words. "I meant, everyone is fine, Emily.""That's much more better," Emily said with a short laugh as she picked up another piece of bread and put it into her mouth. "Has there seemed to be any change since I left?" Victoria shook her head."Apart from your sister turning me to her personal servant, I don't think anything else has changed," Victoria answered as she stretched her hands to Emily's plate. She paused and looked at her mistress, asking for permission to take a piece and Emily nodded."You don't have to act like I marrying a Duke has changed who I am, Victoria," Emily said with a shake of

"You know, I have never been the kind of person who is great at giving advices," Baton said as he poured himself another cup of tea from the kettle. He then turned to Edward who was still sitting on the couch and asked, "do you care for more tea? It seems like yours has finished." "I don't think I want more," Edward said with a small smile as he held his grumbling stomach. He had forced himself to drink the tea that his uncle had given him and taking another one would just mean suicide for him. "Nonsense," Baton said with a dismissive wave of hand. "I will get you another but you will have to pardon my using another cup. Your cup is far away and these bones don't work as they used to." Edward fake laughed at his uncle's joke, watching painfully as he picked another cup and poured him another tea. The black liquid that his uncle called tea poured out of the kettle and into the cup while hot steam rose from it. "Honestly though, uncle, you don't have to do any of that," Edward sai