A Saint Who Was Adopted By The Grand Duke Novels & Stories

“The Grand Duke is many things but he is not able to grasp the affection of others so it would be easy for me to make an offer to him so his reign can be smooth. I know he would be a good ruler but his reputation is good among other things. He wouldn’t want to go down in history as a tyrant” Damien Yeri felt a chill go down his back. The Saintess was only 16 years old yet the words that flowed from her mouth wouldn’t even cross the lips of a 30-year-old woman. Saintesses were supposed to be pure in heart and mind but she looked like someone who could control the heart of anyone to whom she set her mind. The scary part was, he was already roped in. “If you’re on my side, the opinion of the ch

We were sitting on our bench discussing the usual, Dukes mystery girl. To be honest I was happy he finally found a girl. At least now he was busy all day either thinking about her or doing something regarding her because now he did not tease me all day. He didn’t poke his nose into my business and my life. Truth be told, I had always loved Duke. Since the day I was adopted into this family I looked up to that asshole as a big brother. As my role model! He was smart and funny and I wanted nothing more than to make him proud. Mom and Dad never refused me anything. I was a spoiled child, I guess. Their love spoiled me. I was chosen by the Hunts and welcomed into their family, their lives and I

I hadn’t even thought to consider it before. It would be sickening to think, but then again… Uncle Max wasn’t our real uncle to begin with, and our age gap wasn’t that huge either. Uncle Max was only 23 years old, and he was adopted by our parents when he was a baby after they found him abandoned outside the palace, and it wasn’t a secret. But despite being adopted, my grandparents loved him so much that everyone in the kingdom showed him the same respect as all of the royals. My heart pounded in my chest as my mind went into turmoil.

He wouldn’t have lived past his childhood if it weren’t for his adoptive mother’s family, back then he’d vowed to help Raisa’s family to get their revenge until it was time for him to get his. At the moment, he was an heir to House Alba, the son of the Grand Duchess Raisa, the eldest brother of Miros and Saray. His nature wouldn’t let him forget that his purpose in life wasn’t complete yet, but he couldn’t deny there was some attachment to those humans who took him in.

And to make me the heiress of that organization. But Grandpa Santino won't agree to that, Saint's father. Grandpa Santi is my Dad's friend. And Dad asked Grandpa Santi to never give me up to the mafia bosses. And he agreed even though he belonged to them. Grandpa Santi guaranteed everything was going to be alright. That I'll have a normal life just what my Daddy wanted. "Klea! We're getting late. Hurry up!" I grabbed my things and immediately followed Saint who was waiting for me and leaning on his car.

"I remember what matters." "Then remember this," Drazen snarled. "I was there before you. Before the empire. Before the blood and the titles. I was your father's son first." Matteo blinked, confused. "What are you talking about?" Drazen's face twisted in pain. "He adopted me before Dominic was even born. I was the heir. I was his pride. I called him Father. And then... Dominic came." Derek listened, his body shaking. But he heard every word.

she asked, feeling worried about him all of a sudden. " He was adopted from a foster home, actually, it was grandfather who took a liking to him, so, he knows, he was 15 years old at that age", " 15? Is that possible? To adopt someone of that age?", "Grandfather is a crazy man, and an incident happened then," Charles dropped his head, " but I don't think you should hear about all that from me," he said and took his seat. " So are you guys saying we should do nothing now? Let them doubt mum's chastity?",

"No, they haven't," I continued, "Well, I was abused as a kid, then Sister Felisa rescued me. The whole convent adopted me—they raised and nurtured me. They also discovered my talent in painting, taught me different chores like cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning. They protected me away from abusive people, media, and bad entities," "So, your guardians are nuns?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I was adopted and taken care of by 12 sisters," "Bless their souls," "I know they are happy from up above, guiding me," I said, looking at the clear skies.

“Wasn’t she the Mrs. Camerlano you chose? The Claiming Rite was the biggest event in Port Saint Giovanni. Every media outlet was watching.” Adrian’s face stiffened. “She left,” he said. “The day after the rite.” “Left?” “The Godfather found out. She was never an orphan. Someone placed her in that orphanage and raised her there for five years so she could receive the signet that night.” His voice dropped until only I could hear. “Who arranged it?” He looked into my eyes, anger and humiliation burning in his. “We don’t know. We followed the trail, but it ended in Port Saint Giovanni. Whoever did it was clean. But one thing is certain.”

, then he paused. "I know about Desdemona,he told me", I explained. He nodded. "How long have you guys been friends, how did you even get to know him?", I asked. "Well ...I was adopted by his Dad....uhhh back then there was this war and, a lot of people died then and , Diego's Dad found me , I was barely a year old, he said my parents were killed in the war and he brought me back home, not like to take me as he son or anything, just because he cared, that was a year before Diego was born"