Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 114

Lily’s pleas were desperate. Though her voice carried a tremor of sobs, the pleasure she felt left her unable to shed tears. She merely trembled in rhythm with Hartmut’s thrusts.

“What exactly do you want me to stop? Let me guess.”

Hartmut said, pulling out of her. He glanced down at her swollen, quivering entrance and smirked.

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop this.”

“…Please…”

“Shall I guess the real meaning behind your ‘please,’ Lily Ravenas?”

She shook her head fervently. Lily twisted away, pressing one ear against her bound hands to block out his words. She didn’t want to hear her true desires voiced by Hartmut’s cruel mouth.

“You want me to f**k you again.”

The deep voice pierced through her ear. A moment later, his length teased her folds and slid back inside.

The unspoken truth echoed in her mind with Hartmut’s voice. Lily bit her lower lip, stifling her sobs as her body shook.

Hartmut looked down at her in satisfaction and continued thrusting. When he was satisfied, he spilled his se*en deep inside her before pulling away and leaving her there.

“Please… someone save me… please… get me out of here…”

Lily clung to the door that wouldn’t open and cried.

* * *

Moritz, now back from Cretail to Moonique, placed a stack of documents prepared by his sister Claudia on the study desk.

The pile contained the Pax family’s updated tax records, Cretail land registers, and field reports Claudia had gathered herself regarding Duchy Pax’s estate.

Paul, standing nearby, gawked at the mountainous stack of paperwork. More than half likely needed detailed numerical comparisons or calculations, while the rest would require painstaking cross-checking and ledger creation.

“Your Grace, thank you for taking care of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Sit down, Attensen.”

“Think Claudia will crunch the numbers this time?”

Paul muttered hopefully, rifling through the documents. But his hopes were dashed. Every sheet represented hours of labor awaiting him.

“What’s this, Your Grace?”

“Ah, these are materials Claudia personally investigated. I’ve been too busy to review them.”

“Did she dig into Hartmut herself?”

The notes, penned in Claudia’s concise handwriting, detailed who had met Hartmut in various taverns, what conversations had occurred, and a list of farms and ranches involved in shady dealings using Pax family aliases.

“Ha, I told her to stop doing dangerous things…”

A sibling obedient to her brother’s wishes was an illusion that did not exist, especially when it came to Claudia. Despite her reputation for kindness, she never listened to Moritz.

“No matter how she is Hartmut’s former fiance, this is reckless…”

She was an impressive woman in many ways. Paul had been smitten with Claudia, who was kind yet sharp from their childhood, following her around like a shadow.

“By the way, Lily came by this morning.”

“You must have been thrilled since I wasn’t here, Atenzen.”

At Moritz’s sharp voice, Paul turned his head, pretending to focus on his work. Moritz clicked his tongue at the sight.

* * *

Paul and Moritz worked tirelessly until dinner arrived.

With his hands stained with ink, Paul wiped them on a white handkerchief, checking the time. The pristine cloth quickly became stained black.

Knock knock. The servants of the Kneiss mansion knocked on the door. It was finally meal time, the only real break aside from sleep.

“Ah, today’s steak is from Mount Cretail. As expected, Cretail beef is the best.”

The butler, who had brought the meal to Moritz, glanced at him, watching for his reaction before reporting.

“Um… I’ve confirmed that Lady Lily passed through a checkpoint heading down to the lower regions from Moonique.”

“Did she head straight down earlier? Then she must have run into the Grand Duke.”

Paul, who had been cutting his steak, tilted his head in confusion.

The fact that she hadn’t met Moritz directly meant she hadn’t gone straight to Kneiss Castle. She must have taken a longer route, heading down to Cretail instead.

That would have doubled the time. Did the coachman not know the way?

But the more Paul thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Even if the coachman didn’t know the route, surely, if he had simply looked at a map, he wouldn’t have gone all the way to Cretail, passing by Kneiss Castle on the way.

“Hmm…”

Moritz had the same thought. But he didn’t mind much. If they hadn’t crossed paths, whether by accident or because Lily wanted to see Cretail, she must have had her own reasons.

Should I go down?

Despite the mountain of work piling up, Moritz couldn’t help but worry about Lily. He felt a sudden urge to drop everything and head down to Cretail.

If she knew he wasn’t there, she’d come back up. No need to rush. There’s a team in Cretail, and Riche is there too. And most importantly, Claudia is there. Nothing should go wrong.

Just as Moritz was calming himself, Matthias came to visit the Kneiss mansion.

“Your Majesty…?”

Paul, who had been constantly coming and going from the imperial palace as Matthias had insisted on the reports being brought, couldn’t believe Matthias was standing in Moritz’s study.

“What brings you all the way here?”

There was no need to ask. Moritz already knew Matthias had come to see Lily.

“Well, I thought I’d hear the latest on what the Grand Duke is working on…”

“You came to see Lily, didn’t you?”

Matthias ignored Moritz’s sarcastic remark and, without responding, went over to Moritz’s desk, pretending to look at some papers before glancing around the room.

Want to read more? Up to [15] advanced chapters are available on Patreon: