The Duke's Secret Bride

THE DUKE'S SECRET BRIDE


THE DUKE'S SECRET BRIDE

BY

BRIDGET DYKE
Copyright ©️ 2023
THE DUKE'S SECRET BRIDE
By Bridget Dyke.
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Cover Photo by Gray House Media



Prologue

The year was 1815, and England was still reeling from the aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars.
The country was divided, and the aristocracy was in disarray. In the midst of this turmoil, the Duke of Huntington was a beacon of stability. He was a powerful man, with wealth, influence, and a reputation to protect.
But beneath his calm exterior lay a secret that he had guarded for years. A secret that threatened to destroy everything he had worked so hard to build.
The Duke had a son, illegitimate and hidden from the world. And now, he had to find a way to bring him into the light without causing a scandal that could ruin his family's name forever.


Chapter One

Lady Isabella Carter was a young woman of remarkable beauty and grace. She had grown up in the countryside, far from the glittering world of London's high society. But fate had other plans for her. When her father died, leaving her and her younger sister penniless, Isabella had no choice but to seek the help of her distant cousin, the Duke of Huntington. She knew little of him except that he was wealthy and powerful, and that he had a reputation for being cold and unfeeling. But she had no other choice.
When Isabella arrived at the Duke's estate, she was struck by its grandeur. The house was a sprawling mansion, with elegant gardens and fountains. She was shown to her room, which was large and luxurious, with a four-poster bed and a fireplace. But as she looked out of the window, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something about the Duke's household seemed off, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.


Chapter Two

The Duke of Huntington was a man of few words. He was tall and imposing, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. When Isabella met him for the first time, she was struck by how little he said. He greeted her politely, but there was a coldness in his voice that sent shivers down her spine. She knew that she was at his mercy, and that he could make or break her future.

Over the next few days, Isabella settled into life at the estate. She spent her days exploring the gardens and reading in the library. She had little contact with the Duke, but she sensed that he was watching her. One evening, as she was walking in the gardens, she saw him standing on the terrace, looking out over the landscape. She approached him tentatively.

"Your Grace," she said. "May I join you?"

The Duke looked at her for a moment, and then nodded. They stood in silence for a while, looking out over the gardens.

"You seem to be settling in well," he said finally.

"I am," Isabella replied. "Thank you for your hospitality."

The Duke nodded again, and then turned to leave.

"Goodnight, Lady Isabella," he said.

"Goodnight, Your Grace," Isabella replied.


Chapter Three

As the days turned into weeks, Isabella grew more curious about the Duke's household. She had heard rumors that he had a son, but she had never seen him. She wondered if he was being hidden away, like a shameful secret. One day, as she was walking in the gardens, she saw a young boy playing with a dog. He was around six or seven years old, with blond hair and blue eyes. Isabella approached him.

"Hello," she said. "What's your name?"

The boy looked up at her, and then back down at the dog.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Lady Isabella," she said. "I'm staying with your father."

The boy looked

Chapter Four

Isabella couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as she looked at the boy. He seemed so lonely, playing by himself in the gardens. She wondered what it must be like to grow up in such a grand house, but with no one to play with. She decided to try to befriend him.

"What's your name?" she asked again.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and then said, "William."

"That's a lovely name," Isabella said. "I have a younger sister named Emily. Do you have any siblings?"

William shook his head.

"I'm an only child," he said.

Isabella felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. She knew what it was like to be alone, but at least she had her sister.

"Would you like to play a game with me?" she asked.

William looked up at her, his eyes brightening.

"Yes, please!" he said.

Isabella spent the rest of the afternoon playing with William in the gardens. They played hide and seek, and William showed her his favorite spots. Isabella couldn't remember the last time she had had so much fun.

Chapter Five

As the weeks passed, Isabella grew closer to William. She would spend hours playing with him in the gardens, and sometimes they would sneak off to explore the estate. Isabella began to realize that the Duke was not the cold, unfeeling man she had first thought him to be. She saw glimpses of kindness and affection in the way he interacted with his son, although he still kept his distance from her.

One evening, Isabella was sitting in the library, reading a book, when the Duke entered.

"Lady Isabella," he said. "May I speak with you?"

"Of course, Your Grace," Isabella replied, setting aside her book.

The Duke hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of what to say.

"I wanted to thank you for befriending William," he said finally. "He seems to have taken a liking to you."

Isabella smiled.

"I've enjoyed spending time with him," she said. "He's a lovely boy."

The Duke nodded, and then turned to leave.

"Goodnight, Lady Isabella," he said.

"Goodnight, Your Grace," Isabella replied.

As she watched him go, Isabella couldn't help but wonder what lay behind the Duke's guarded exterior.


Chapter Six:

One day, as Isabella was walking in the gardens with William, she saw a woman approaching. She was dressed in a fine gown, with a plumed hat on her head. Isabella recognized her immediately as the Duke's sister, Lady Georgina.

"Hello, Lady Isabella," Lady Georgina said, coming to a stop in front of them. "And who is this young gentleman?"

"This is William," Isabella said, smiling at the boy.

Lady Georgina looked at William for a moment, and then turned to Isabella.

"I wanted to speak with you about something," she said. "It's about the Duke."

Isabella felt a pang of unease.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's a delicate matter," Lady Georgina said. "But I feel that you should know. The Duke has a secret, Lady Isabella. A secret that he has kept hidden for many years."

Isabella's heart began to race. She knew that the Duke had a son, but she had never been told the full story.

"What secret?" she asked.

Lady Georgina hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of how much to reveal.

"The Duke has a son," she said finally. "An illegitimate son, born before he married his late wife. He has kept him hidden away.

Chapter Seven

Isabella's heart sank as Lady Georgina revealed the Duke's secret. She couldn't believe that the Duke had kept such a thing hidden from the world. She felt a pang of sympathy for the boy, who had been hidden away like a shameful secret.

"Is the boy here, at the estate?" Isabella asked, her mind racing with questions.

"Yes," Lady Georgina said. "He lives here, with the Duke and William. But no one knows about him, except for the family and a few trusted servants."

Isabella felt a sense of unease at the thought of the boy being hidden away like that. She knew that she had to see him for herself.

"Can I meet him?" she asked.

Lady Georgina hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

"I think it would be good for him to have someone else to talk to," she said. "But you must promise not to tell anyone else about him. It could be dangerous if word got out."

Isabella nodded, and Lady Georgina led her to a small cottage at the edge of the estate. They entered the cottage, and Isabella saw a small boy sitting in the corner, playing with a toy soldier. He looked up as they entered, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice small.

"I'm Isabella," she said, kneeling down in front of him. "What's your name?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether to trust her.

"Thomas," he said finally.

Isabella smiled at him, and the boy's face lit up. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing together, and Isabella felt a sense of warmth in her heart that she had never felt before.


Chapter Eight

Over the next few weeks, Isabella continued to visit Thomas in secret. She would sneak away from the estate, telling her sister that she was going for a walk in the gardens. She and Thomas would talk for hours, and she learned more about his life with the Duke and William.

"He's a good father," Thomas said, speaking of the Duke. "But he's very strict. He doesn't like to show his emotions."

Isabella could see the pain in Thomas's eyes as he spoke of his father. She knew that he needed someone to talk to, someone who understood what it was like to feel alone.

"I'm here for you," she said, taking his hand. "Whenever you need me."

Thomas smiled at her, and Isabella felt a sense of joy that she had never known before.


Chapter Nine

One day, as Isabella was leaving the cottage, she saw the Duke approaching. Her heart began to race as she realized that he might discover her secret visits to Thomas.

"Lady Isabella," the Duke said, coming to a stop in front of her. "May I speak with you?"

"Of course, Your Grace," Isabella said, trying to keep her voice steady.

The Duke hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of what to say.

"I wanted to thank you for befriending William and Thomas," he said finally. "They both seem to have taken a liking to you."

Isabella felt a sense of relief wash over her. The Duke had no idea about her secret visits to Thomas.

"I've enjoyed spending time with them," she said. "They're both wonderful boys."

The Duke nodded, and then turned to leave.

"Goodnight, Lady Isabella," he said.

"Goodnight, Your Grace," Isabella replied.

As she watched him go, Isabella couldn't help but wonder if he suspected anything.


Chapter Ten

As the weeks passed, Isabella continued to visit Thomas in secret. She knew that she was taking a risk, but she couldn't stay away from him. He had become a bright spot in her life, and she couldn't bear the thought of him being alone.

One day, as she was leaving the cottage, she heard a commotion outside. She peeked out the window and saw a group of men approaching. They were armed, and Isabella knew immediately that they were not there for a friendly visit.

"Thomas," she said, turning to him. "We have to hide."

They scrambled to find a hiding place, but it was too late. The door burst open, and the men stormed inside.

"What's going on here?" Isabella demanded, standing protectively in front of Thomas.

One of the men stepped forward, sneering at her.

"You're coming with us, Lady Isabella," he said. "The Duke wants a word with you."

Isabella felt a chill run down her spine. The Duke must have discovered her secret visits to Thomas. She had been foolish to think that she could keep it hidden forever.


Chapter Eleven

Isabella was taken to the Duke's study, where he was waiting for her.

"Your Grace," she said, curtsying.

The Duke looked at her coldly, his eyes hard.

"I trusted you," he said, his voice low.

Isabella felt a pang of guilt. She had betrayed his trust, and now she was paying the price.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I only wanted to help Thomas."

The Duke sighed, and Isabella saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it regret? Guilt?

"You don't understand," he said finally. "Thomas is not my son."

Isabella felt her heart stop. Not his son? Then who was he?

"He's the son of my brother," the Duke continued. "My brother died when Thomas was just a baby, and I promised to take care of him. But I couldn't let anyone know that he wasn't my own son. It would have been a scandal."

Isabella felt a sense of understanding wash over her. The Duke had been hiding Thomas away, not out of shame, but out of love. He had wanted to protect him from a world that would have judged him for something that wasn't his fault.

"I won't tell anyone," she said, her voice strong. "I promise."

The Duke looked at her, and Isabella saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before. Gratitude? Respect?

"Thank you, Lady Isabella," he said. You have my gratitude.

Chapter Twelve

Over the next few weeks, Isabella tried to make amends with the Duke. She knew that she had betrayed his trust, but she hoped that she could earn it back. She spent more time with William and Thomas, helping them with their studies and playing with them in the gardens.

One day, as she was walking with William, she heard a commotion in the distance. She saw a group of men approaching, armed and angry.

"What's going on?" she asked, her heart racing.

William looked at her, his face serious.

"It's a group of rebels," he said. "They're trying to overthrow the government."

Isabella felt a sense of fear wash over her. What would happen if they were caught in the middle of a rebellion?

"We have to go back to the estate," she said, taking William's hand.

But it was too late. The rebels were upon them, and Isabella found herself being dragged away from the safety of the estate.


Chapter Thirteen

Isabella was taken to a secret hideout, where the rebels were planning their next move. She tried to keep her wits about her, but shewas terrified. She had never been involved in anything like this before.

As she was sitting alone, trying to figure out what to do next, she heard a familiar voice.

"Isabella?"

She looked up and saw the Duke standing in front of her, his eyes full of concern.

"Your Grace," she said, surprised to see him there.

"I came to rescue you," he said, holding out his hand.

Isabella felt a sense of relief wash over her as she took his hand. She knew that she was safe with him.

Together, they managed to escape the rebels and make their way back to the estate.

Chapter Fourteen


Back at the estate, Isabella and the Duke sat down to talk.

"I know that I've made mistakes," Isabella said, her voice soft. "But I hope that you can forgive me."

The Duke looked at her, his eyes full of sadness.

"I don't blame you for wanting to help Thomas," he said. "But you should have come to me. I could have helped you."

Isabella felt a sense of shame wash over her. The Duke was right. She should have come to him instead of sneaking around behind his back.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Duke looked at her, and Isabella saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it... love?

"I have something to tell you," he said finally. "I've loved you from the moment I met you. And I know that I've been a fool to hide my feelings for so long."

Isabella felt her heart skip a beat. The Duke loved her? It was hard to believe, but as she looked into his eyes, she knew that it was true.

"I love you too," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

The Duke took her hand, and they sat in silence, their hands intertwined.


Chapter Fifteen

The next day, the Duke and Isabella were married in a small ceremony. It was a simple affair, but it was filled with love and joy.

As they exchanged their vows, Isabella felt a sense of happiness wash over her. She had found the man of her dreams, and she knew that they would be happy together.

After the ceremony, they went on a honeymoon to Paris. It was a magical trip, filled with romance and adventure.

When they returned to England, they settled into their new life together. Isabella spent her days helping the Duke with his duties, and they spent their evenings together, talking and laughing.

And as they sat together in front of the fire one evening, Isabella knew that she had found her happily ever after. She was the Duke's secret bride, but she was also his wife, his partner, and his true love.

Epilogue

Years passed, and the Duke and Isabella's love only grew stronger. They had children, and their home was filled with joy and laughter.

Isabella had become the Duke's trusted partner, helping him with his duties and advising him on important matters. Her intelligence and compassion had earned her the respect and admiration of everyone who knew her.

One day, as they were walking through the gardens, the Duke turned to Isabella and took her hands in his.

"I never thought that I would find love again after my first wife passed," he said. "But you have shown me that there is always room for more love in one's heart."

Isabella smiled at him, her heart full of love and gratitude.

"I am grateful for every day that we have together," she said.

The Duke leaned in and kissed her, and they stood there for a moment, lost in each other's embrace.

As they walked back to the house, Isabella knew that she had truly found her happily ever after. She was the Duke's secret bride no longer, but his beloved wife and partner for life.

The end.