Married To A Duke

A. Gupta Romance

“W-what is happening?” I asked, twisting my hands.
“Remember you asked if I was angry?” He questioned.
“Yes. And... and you s-said you weren’t.” I stammered. The premonition. Now was back with vengeance.
As if I hadn’t said a word, he continued, “It seemed I am very angry. Furious, even.” His voice was too soft, and now I saw it— the anger. I didn’t know how I didn’t see it before. The whole time we were eating dinner he didn’t once called me his duchess, he didn’t talk only let me babble about my day, and neither his blue eyes shined bright. May be I was fooling myself thinking he had forgiven the whole thing. “And, I tried. I tried to let it go. But I can’t.”
He stood up and came to stand near the bed. “So, what’s this? A punishment?” I asked, my body trembling with unknown and the darkness that surrounded him.
“No. Not a punishment.” He said, but before I could’ve relaxed, he added, “A lesson, Amelie.”


Amelie

An arrange marriage.
To a pretend King.
To a Duke.
To a Wolfe.
I never thought I’d happily enter into one. But I did.
It was supposed to save me from the monsters in the outside world. But what I wasn’t prepared for was to feel something when I look at my husband. There's darkness in him, beneath that gentleman aura he cloaks himself in. I haven't felt anything for so long and now it’s taking everything to stop feeling. Especially when he calls me His Duchess. But for reasons unknown to me I'm attracted to his darkness. I shouldn’t feel all this, especially when there are the secrets of his past and an insane ex, about which he hadn't shared to me anything.
This was supposed to be an arrange marriage with agreements decided on but its slowly becoming something else.
The darkness I'm attracted to also makes me afraid and wary of him. Because sometimes it's overwhelming and it makes me rethink the fact if he'd saved me or caged me.


Raphael

I am not what she wanted. But I was what she got.

There was a time when I believed in love and happily ever after. But betrayal teaches you a few things.
And I have learned.
But when a desperate, damsel in distress comes knocking at my door, asking for help. I do what any man would do. I reached out a hand to help.
Turns out, for the second time, I was wrong because it wasn’t just an arrangement. It wasn't just a transaction, like it was meant to be. It was something more, something deep. So much, that I couldn't see it until it started to fall away from my tightly clutched fists and I couldn't reach it anymore. I got her where I wanted her through cold calculations and slow manipulations but now I realise it isn't enough.


Two broken hearts.
Light tinted with darkness.
Hope you like it. For the people who like their heroes dark and tortured. And heroine who didn't instantly fall her over heels. Character development. And HEA.

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