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“Lady Francesca aren’t you exhausted of the uncalled attention you got from the ton?”
“Certainly not Lord Syford. I am the duke’s daughter and no scandal can ever take that from me, not even my stepmother. Perks of having a royal bone rank in the my corset, they say.”
“Then, I might as well cause one of the upcoming scandals of yours,” he responded before shutting her cherry ripe parted lips with his. Both hot, burning in passion.
They were in the king’s royal garden. In any minute, one could have barge in and witness the infamous lady’s scandal. But, Francesca couldn’t think less, than the man ravishing her, and the hidden agenda she got under her sleeves.
Tarly and Gino were banging heads with the headstrong, obstreperous media trying to break through the duke’s house early in the morning. The head matron immediately runs to the master’s bedroom to notify the sleeping duke and his second wife about the unexpected ruckus outside.Upon hearing the thrice knocks on the door, Duchess Chandler pulls the string on her side, ringing the small metal bell connected outside.Sussana got her cue to gingerly turn the doorknob and reveal herself to the masters. Catching her breath, she held on her rather shabby skirt for strength. The years must have weaken her knees and youthful vigor. Gone are the old days.
“Lady Francesca aren’t you exhausted of the uncalled attention you got from the ton?”“Certainly not Lord Syford. I am the duke’s daughter and no scandal can ever take that from me, not even my stepmother. Perks of having a royal bone rank in the my corset, they say.”“Then, I might as well cause one of the upcoming scandals of yours,” he responded before shutting her cherry ripe parted lips with his. Both hot, burning in passion.They were in the king’s royal garden. In any minute, one could have barge in