The Duke Faked His Wedding to Satify His Father, Now He couldn't Let Her Go

His father was dying and asked for one thing: to see his son married. So his son bought a wedding. A woman who needed six hundred and forty pounds. A private chapel that was not a parish church. No banns, no licence, and a man in a borrowed surplice who had never been ordained in his life — a ceremony that looked perfect and was, in law, nothing whatever. Hester Nye knew all of it before she walked down that aisle. What neither of them knew was that the dying man in the front pew knew it too — and had already worked out exactly what he was going to do about it. A full-length historical romance. Four chapters. Slow burn, no rescuing required. 🌍 Comment the country you're listening from — and what time it is where you are. 🔔 Subscribe for a new story every week. #historicalromance