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

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 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 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 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