Chapter fifteenMonica squeezed her wet hair through the towel while she stalked behind Elizabeth into the sitting room. Why was she even agreeing to this? She had asked herself this question half a dozen times before she stepped into her cousin's carriage, and seven times more before she had reached here. No matter how closely related they were, she knew getting too attached might stir up ugly revelations in future.But while she had been frowning in thoughts, she'd barely noticed when the other lady began throwing orders at the footmen and maids standing with them."I'd like to talk with her in private. Please leave," that came out as a desperate snarl even Monica found a bit fearful. Elizabeth turned to her afterwards and plastered another of those her smiles again, showing her to the best seat in the chamber, "Please have a seat my dear. What would you like to drink?"The Scottish tilted her head, slowly studying her with disgust. After that happened for a while, she sighed and lo
Chapter sixteenThe Marquess grinned warmly while he looked at her, an act that was the direct definition of temptation. Why did all the English Monarchs have to be sinfully beautiful? While Monica still found herself gawking at the dark hair of the Marquess of Bellingham, she heard him ask, "Apart from that, is there anything more?"Monica tried to remember what they were even talking about. Her eyes automatically travelled to what the man looked at. While both watched the lawn below them, Philip practiced archery with such dexterity you would think he was born with it. Then she remembered what they were talking about.With a forced smile, she sent Earl Robinson a suspicious glance and replied, "There's nothing more my Lord. I barely know the Duke."He seemed to nod his agreement to that and resume studying the Duke, "That is one thing I will have to correct.""Excuse me," the lady squeaked with a confused frown, "And what does that even mean?"The Marquess just kept on grinning, no
Chapter seventeenThe sight the Marquess first received after he made it through the doors was…well…He would say it was expected, and not expected at the same time. It was expected for any couple to be wed in two weeks time, and certainly not expected for a lad like Philip.The Duke lifted his face from Elizabeth's own and turned to Earl, forcing the anger he felt to show in his eyes. "Ever heard of knocking?" He inquired with a deadly arch of his brows.Earl stood, arms crossed, his appearance as solemn as any formal Monarch should be. With the look on his face, it would be impossible to guess how much he wanted to strangle Philip.And as he always did, he disguised every emotion with a smirk, "I never knock when you are involved because I'm pretty sure you won't be involved in anything…devious." He gave him a daring glare and continued, "But my my… Here you are rubbing faces with the Viscount's daughter even before you are wed. Give her a break Your Grace."The Duke rolled his eyes
Chapter eighteenMichael Aflong turned to the doorway while he heard footsteps approach. His sister marched in without a word and took a seat before him."What a pleasant surprise Elizabeth?" He began, "How do you do?"She hesitated to reply and pulled a thinking face. When she glanced at him again, she was frowning, "Very well. Except I came to clear something that has been bothering me of late."Michael lowered his coffee with a worried glower. Steadily, he turned to face her completely and squatted to meet her eyes. With a hand upon her shoulder, he asked, "And how would I help? Do tell."She returned his gaze with a defiant one and created some suspense with a bit of silence. When Micheal became expectant enough, she decided to sigh and say, "Why is Nax joining the Duke to London?"Michael sighed heavily and broke out a tiny snicker. Well Elizabeth did not find anything she said amusing, still holding her frown.Michael stood straight and turned away from her, laughing just a litt
Chapter nineteenHer safety had not occured to her when she made that jump. But she made it. And it was up to fate now to decide if she was going to live.While she descended the length of the building, her eyes fell on the stack of hay right below her, and she smiled at that.Turned out Elizabeth wanted to save her life afterall. Although she almost missed it, she landed safely on the soft stack of dry grass with a deep compression.Somehow it was impossibly relaxing. But no matter how tempting it was, she was on a tight spot, and without thinking twice, she rushed to her feet and spent just enough time wiping some of the grass off her. She thought she had escaped temporarily from those mad men. But when Monica looked up, she realized she had landed herself into more trouble.At least she could count the number of men back up in the mansion, but now the size was intimidating. And more were still coming from different directions. Was Elizabeth really trying to save her life or end it
Chapter twentyThe silence went on for an uncomfortable moment with Gareham's pose still respectful while Jason thought of what to do. First, he needed to be sure his assumption was right, "And your presence in the Duke's home?"Now it looked like the aura of despair around Jason had transferred to the dark haired butler. Gareham drew back the tiny smile he had managed to plaster and took a very new disturbing vibe. His previously cheerful nature was suddenly coated with a grim while he creased his brows, "We have just lost another Viscount My Lord…"Ahhh! He knew he was right as always.Gareham went on, "And we happen to know the assassin is an acquaintance of the young Duke."The Earl of Vetcom stalked closer to the man, cracking his knuckles in the most threatening of manners. He pulled a similar grim, faking the concern he was sure he did not have, "Oh I am very sorry." Next, a frown rested on his brows, one of curiosity as he rasped his words with an unmistakable English accent,
Chapter twenty oneWith the Duke's cheeks cupped in her small hands, Elizabeth asked with the saddest of tones, "When will you be back?"Philip faked a warm smile, trying to be in the cosiest of moods around her. He held her shoulders reassuringly and replied, "I will not be more than ten days. And as soon as I get back, I'll see to it things get less awkward between us before our marriage." He still doubted that even while he said it.Elizabeth nodded with a smile and glanced at Monica knowingly. The latter laid upon her horse with her elbows braced to support her weight.With a smile, she returned the look shortly before taking them back to the grapes she was feeding on. If she was affected by that, she did not show it. But inside, she smiled.Elizabeth could have all the fun she wanted to have with her betrothed tonight. Because if Monica was sure of something, it was that Philip won't be the same after their trip. His heart would belong to her, that she was bloody sure. The blon
Chapter twenty twoHe had to agree with Timothy that the enemies were a bit pathetic. All he ever did was wait for them to deliver themselves and give a bullet or two in return.The war went on for another while with no man down on their side of the team. Each of the eight was skilled in their own form of fighting anyways. Well just until...Monica felt the tip of a blade slice a deep groove into her back. Here she was thinking Jason was the most painful thing on Earth. She released a groan, obviously not accustomed to being hurt like that. It was like soaking your face into a hot tub of boiling oil, whichever was worse. A spiking sensation soared around the fresh wound, creating a new emotion in her head. Anger of course.Luckily her attacker never struck again until she managed to turn to face him slowly. For some reason, he looked...scared.She reached down to her hip with the little strength she had left and pulled out a pistol. The first bullet had already gone through his chest