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DUKE KYROS' ESTATE*

Diora didn't realize how long she had slept, until she felt a hand tapping her gently and she opened her eyes.

"We are here, Lady Diora" One of the men in suite said.

Diora blinked and carefully stepped down from the car, dragging her long dress with her and totally got lost, staring at the paradiseshe is in.

This is indeed a castle.

"Please come with us" They said with a short bow and led the way.

Diora could see more men in suits from different angles of the house, holding weapons and looking dangerous.

She immediately increased her pace and followed the men in front of her.

They continued walking, away from most of the buildings and suites till the men entered another one.

A lady in her fifties welcomed them with a smile, without a word, the men went out, leaving just Diora.

"You must be tired, my lady" She said

"I...."

"Come with me" The woman said and again Diora just obeyed, and began climbing the stairs, she opened a door and entered.

"This is your suite, my lady"

Diora blinked and stared at the so called suite, which seems bigger than her while house together back home.

"My...my...suite?" She batted her lashes in confusion.

"Yes" The woman smiled

"You should have your bath, I will call the maids to prepare you a warm bath. Please do that and dinner will be here soon"

Before Diora could say anything else, the woman went out and she was left alone in her thoughts and confusion.

Why does this look like the exact opposite of what she thought would happen? Why does she have a big suite?

She looked around and left the living room to go to the bedroom and she almost screamed, what's this queen sized bed? The wardrobe? She rushed towards it and opened, it's quite empty, just some night wears and some new set of footwears.

She had forgot to ask why the men in suits didn't take her luggage with them.

"The wardrobe will be filled tomorrow, my lady"

Diora flinched when she heard the voice behind her and she immediately turned to see a young girl.

"My name is Oceane, and I will be the one to serve you from now on" she bowed.

"What's.....going on?" Diora asked in her tiny voice, her gloomy eyes piercing into Oceane's soul.

"What are you talking about, my lady?" Oceane asked.

"Why...am I...your lady?"

"Because you're the Duke's wife, we have to respect you" Oceane answered.

"I'm going to prepare you a bath..."

"No, I will use the shower" She cut in.

"I can help with your dress..."

"No"

"My lady..."

"I want to be alone, please" Diora muttered.

Oceane sighed and bowed before walking out of the room.

*

Oceane entered the general kitchen and met other maids whispering among themselves and laughing loudly.

* Did you see the bride?

* I think she's under

* Why does she look so tiny and small?

* I can easily break her into two

* She looks sixteen, what's her agae again?

* Gosh, she's totally not the duke's type.

She's like a doll.

They were all laughing until Lady B entered, she's the head maid

"Is the new lady's dinner ready?" She asked

"Yes ma'am

"Oceane, please get more than enough and make sure she eats before you bring the dishes back"

"Yes ma'am "

*

DUKE KYROS ' CHAMBER*

"Uhh....fuuucckk...ohh" Morana moaned, as she rode on kyros d**k then fell weakly on his chest, her hair scattered all over her face as she managed to breathe with her mouth.

She's kyros' mistress and s*x partner.

"Get off" Kyros muttered, coldly.

"Can't I just...."she paused and gently fell beside him on the bed, he didn't have to repeat himself before she knows what exactly to do.

Kyros light up his cigarette and started smoking, Morana stared at him in lust, how come she never seem to get enough of this man?

Her eyes met with his blue eyeballs and she quickly looked away to avoid contact, kyros rolled his eyes and sat up on the bed, turning his back on her. She continue admiring the tattoo on his back anyway and almost got tempted to touch it, but she wouldn't dare.

One of the phones on the bedstand rang and Kyros answered.

"Boss, we caught the culprit" A voice said from the other side.

"Where is he?"

"Torture room, boss"

"Wait there" Kyros dropped the phone and left the room for the bathroom.

When he returned to the room, he was dressed and looking even more hotter than usual, his hair was styled in a ponytail while some strands dropped on the two sides of his side, his blue eyes glowing under them.

"Get out" He muttered and dropped a bundle of note on the bed for Morana.

"I thought, I was supposed to sleep over tonight" she said.

Kyros glared and she swallowed.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled and started putting on her clothes, but he didn't wait, he went out.

*

Kyros entered the torture room, all guards bowed and moved backward.

In the middles of the room is a naked man hanged up, as if he's been punished a little, ther are traces of blood on his body and his face swollen too.

"We caught him while he was trying to elope the city, boss" Ryker, Kyros's personal and favorite guard explained, He's the only one who didn't move back.

Kyros said nothing, he just took one step at a time towards the criminal in front of him.

"Please...spare my life...please" The man begged for his life as he began peeing on his body just at the sight of Kyros.

"Then, you shouldn't have tried stealing from me in the first place" Kyros said softly and took a sharp knife on the closest table.

"I won't do it again, I...hmmmm!!hmmm!!" He started struggling while kyros held his chin tightly, then he started cutting right through his lips..

With a smile on his face as he was doing that.

He cut off the man's lips totally before dropping the knife, he stretched his hand to Ryker and a handkerchief was placed on it.

"Don't touch him anymore, send him to the palace tomorrow morning" he said as he wiped his bloody hands

"Yes, boss"

Kyros threw the handkerchief on the floor and went out, Ryker followed him.

"Lady Diora arrived some minutes ago, boss"

Ryker said.

Kyros raised his brows.

"Who's Diora?" He asked.

"The...new bride" Ryker replied.

Kyros scoffed and walked away, his two hands in his pockets.