The Siren's Duke

The Siren's Duke

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Oct 1, 2026
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Fanfic
Bridgerton
Historical
Regency
Royalty
Cressida Cowper knows exactly how her story is supposed to end-and she refuses to live it. Armed with knowledge of the future, she sets her sights on the one man determined never to marry: Simon Basset, Duke of Hastings. While London whispers about the beautiful Siren of the Ton, suitors shower her with gifts, Simon grows dangerously possessive, and Cressida quietly plays a game no one realizes has begun. After all, she didn't come here for redemption. She came to become a Duchess.
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The last thing she remembered was the sound of rain. Then came darkness. Then- "Rebekah!" A woman's voice. Desperate. Frightened. "Rebekah, wake up!" She opened her eyes. A wooden ceiling came into focus above her. A fire crackled nearby. Someone was holding her hand. A woman with long, dark hair leaned over her. Her face was beautiful. And strangely familiar. "Thank the gods," the woman whispered. "You're awake." The girl stared at her. "Where am I?" The woman froze. "You're home." Home? The girl tried to sit up, but a sharp pain rushed through her head. Memories flooded in. A village. A family. A father with cold eyes. A mother who practiced magic. Brothers. A younger sister. A name. Rebekah. She looked down at her hands. Small. Pale. Not her hands. "Who am I?" she whispered. The woman's expression changed. "My darling... you are Rebekah Mikaelson." The girl stopped breathing. Mikaelson. The name echoed through memories she had never lived. She knew that name. She knew the stories. The Originals. The vampires. The family that had survived centuries of betrayal, war, and heartbreak. And Rebekah- Rebekah Mikaelson. The girl who had wanted a home. A family. A chance to be human. The girl stared at the woman. "Who are you?" The woman's eyes filled with tears. "I am your mother." Esther Mikaelson. The girl's heart began to race. No. This was impossible. She was supposed to be dead. She was supposed to be someone else. She was supposed to be living in a completely different world. But the woman in front of her was Esther Mikaelson. And somewhere outside that room, the future was waiting. A future she remembered. A future she could change.

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