If a devastatingly handsome, unimaginably wealthy Duke, infamous for his lifelong bachelor ways suddenly wanted to marry me, cleared my father’s crushing debts, lavished me with gowns and jewels, promised me the most enviable life possible, and looked like he’d walked straight out of a dream… explain to me why I’d waste a single thought on some f-boy who only noticed me after my glow-up?
— Oct 01, 2025 03:09AM
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