Brie
Stories
11
Chapters
201
Words
343.2 K
Comments
17
Reading
1 d, 4 h
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Lorena couldn’t quite remember how the first act had ended. At first, it was because of the rude gentleman to her right. But as the performance went on, she became too aware of Miguel to focus on the play at all. When the curtain fell and the theater lights came up, Miguel stood up, still holding her hand, effortlessly pulling her along with him. As if they had been waiting for it, the surrounding audience’s gazes clamored to follow them. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere…-
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The famous black beer of Motrel tasted like coffee that had been left out for three days. And so, their uneasy meetings continued—four times now. More than ten days had passed since the scandal had begun. That morning, Lorena woke later than usual, dragging her exhausted body onto the sofa. She sipped the tea Hena had brought her and absentmindedly flipped through the newspapers that Dora had collected. Duchess of Levantes and Marquis of Ervatos – Unbothered by public scrutiny,…
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Noticing her flustered reaction, Miguel lowered his voice abruptly, muttering in complaint. “If you’re going to make it so obvious that you dislike it, what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I enjoy saying such cheesy things either.” “…I’m sorry. It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just…” If she had to categorize it, it wasn’t distaste—it was more like a complete lack of immunity. Even though she fully understood that this was all an act, it still unsettled…
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Even while sitting face-to-face with her, Miguel found her utterly unpredictable. And that made her interesting. What kind of woman puts herself on the bargaining table as a condition of a deal? Is she someone worth holding hands with? There was no need to rush. He would take his time getting to know her. Hiding the faint smirk tugging at his lips, Miguel brought up the last and most urgent matter of the day. “One last thing. Since we’re at it, how about sorting out how we address each…
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“Huh? Um… Do you need me to say something else?” “……” “Oh, the picture came out well, but you look far more handsome in person.” “That’s enough. It’s not like I’m asking for flattery.” “I mean it, though…” That wasn’t the direction he was aiming for in the first place. Miguel gave up on drawing out the words he wanted to hear from her lips. Even after seeing such an intimate, close-contact photo of them, that woman didn’t seem to have any…
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5. The Play Begins "Did you see this morning’s paper? The Marquis of Ervatos finally spoke up about that filthy scandal! I can’t believe it—I thought he’d stay silent forever!" "They say the duchess went to the hotel herself. She shamelessly sought out the marquis for a tryst—right in front of all those men! What could have possibly driven her to act so recklessly?" "Maybe she’s fighting fire with fire? Whatever her reason, the reputation of House Levantes has been utterly shattered. Who…
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But if it wasn’t love—he was still searching for another way to define it. Until he found a clear answer within himself, Lorena had to remain his woman. "There is something I must confirm with her personally. Until then, divorce is out of the question." "Then what exactly do you plan to do with the operation?" "I’ve sent someone to Grant." "…To Vicenzo Klein?" "Yes." To Lorena, that man was more precious than life itself. If Vicenzo were taken hostage, she would have no…
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The moment she understood, she exhaled sharply. “Haa—uh.” Her breath came out in a shudder, and Miguel’s gaze wavered imperceptibly. Lorena was too preoccupied steadying herself to notice the flicker of hesitation in his expression. ‘…That sound.’ Much more than he had anticipated… Every time she gasped, her flushed lips parted and closed, over and over again. Soft, ripe lips—like they would burst with sweetness the moment he bit down. Miguel gave in and pressed…
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“An affair between the elegant, virtuous duchess and the debauched, bastard marquis. Now that’s quite the spectacle.” Lorena was quick to interject, as if she had been expecting such a reaction. “Of course, that’s not how I see you, Marquis.” Then she hastily added, “You are far beyond someone like me.” But to Miguel, the words lacked conviction. “It’s nice to hear, at least. Now, tell me, Señora. What is it you’re offering me in return?” His tone had reverted to…
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Even after the duchess had left, the lounge remained in turmoil. It was inevitable. Just moments ago, the Duke of Levantes and the Marquis of Ervatos—two men who had no intersection in their lives—were on the verge of becoming rivals in an instant. The tension in the air was palpable. Yet, Miguel Ervatos remained composed, far too calm for a man who had just received a shocking proposition from a married woman. He grabbed the jacket he had casually draped over the sofa and slipped a cigarette…
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