Aphrodite and the Duke (Aphrodite and the Duke #1) Read Online J.J. McAvoy

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Aphrodite and the Duke Series by J.J. McAvoy
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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“A task I have worked toward all my life to no avail. If I could simply throw the man into a cage and leave him to rot, I would. But I cannot.”

“Then what are we to do!” She was on the verge of tears. “We are the duke and duchess. Surely we can do something.”

We could not. Marcella was his wife, and it was none of our or the law’s business. All I could do was hug Aphrodite, for I understood her frustration. For all the wealth, titles, and land we held, we were powerless against one man.

“I will speak to the magistrate again tomorrow.” It would be of little use. Nevertheless, I would try.

In truth, I had no means of bringing him down and feared his impact on this family. I reached down and lifted her, bringing her to the bed and laying her down.

“I know you to be a person of great character,” I said, cupping her cheek. “But you must accept, as I have learned, that not all the world is full of the same integrity, and sometimes the immoral are not punished for their actions. We must simply protect ourselves from them.”

“So, we sit by and do nothing?”

“Let us be grateful our own lives are not as such.”

The frown upon her face remained even as I kissed her.

Aphrodite

I watched as he slept soundly beside me, his arm over the top of my body. In his arms, I felt better but only slightly. I could not help but wonder what was happening with Marcella. I had tried with all my might to convince her to stay here, but she was too afraid. I now understood what Evander had explained. There was nothing that could be done.

It was horrifying.

Fitzwilliam’s victims were forced into silence. Marcella, Evander…Emeline’s mother. I could not take the injustice of it.

Rising from the bed, I donned my dressing gown and went to my drawing room. There, upon the dresser, were letters from my mother and sisters, along with a pen and paper for the replies I had yet to send.

Sitting down, I stared at the blank page for the longest time before I lifted the pen and dipped it in the ink. The moment I began to write, I could not stop.

32

Evander

“I write to tell you of a tale most ghastly in nature, one deprived of all morality and sickening to both the hearts and minds of decent people everywhere. The truth behind the brute of a man, born of the former Duke of Everely, who stalks among us now under the name of Fitzwilliam Topwells.” I read the paper aloud in horror.

When I had awoken that morning I was met with, in both the local paper and the gossip sheets, the story of my private life, and my father’s, alongside Fitzwilliam’s. Listed there were all of his crimes against me—with the exception of the truth of Emeline’s birth, though I am sure others would guess given the timing of her birth. Emma’s life was written of in detail that was known by only one person besides myself. Which was why I stood before Aphrodite, reading aloud, waiting for a look of surprise or shock, but she merely sat quietly in her chair, her hands folded in her lap.

“You did this,” I snapped. Yesterday, I thought she had spent her day replying to letters and was still melancholy over her discovery about Marcella. Instead, she was exposing my family shame to the world. “Aphrodite, what have you done!”

“I have told the truth.”

“You have told the world, and they did not ask.”

“Because they did not know to ask!”

“No, because it is disgraceful. Not only have you made my life public without my permission, but you have also all but accused the magistrate of covering up Fitzwilliam’s misdeeds—”

“Did he not do so?” she asked. “You went to him twice! You told him of Marcella, and still he did nothing!”

“You gave him no time! I told him of Marcella only yesterday, while you were publishing this!”

“Had he done something the first time you went, we would not be in this position now!” She had gone mad. Truly, there was no other explanation for it, and I was at a loss for what to say.

“With these papers, you have left us all open to ridicule and danger. You believe your arrow was fired at Fitzwilliam to shame him from society, but, Aphrodite, his whole life has been like this, and he cares not. You have grazed an already vicious animal. What do you believe he will do now? He shall deny it all and then retaliate!”

“Is that not what you already fear he will do? You have men walking the grounds at all hours of the day and night fearful of this vicious animal, leaving many to wonder why. Now, at the very least, everyone’s eyes shall be on him. Let them be wary. Let them watch him as you do. If he cannot be jailed, then let his life feel as though it is a prison. I do not care! Someone needed to speak, for it is wrong for the innocent to suffer in silence!”



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