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

asked Duke Stuart pointing his hand at Adir who gaped in disbelief. Adir came out of the tent room trying to win himself over, he who couldn't believe what he had just heard made him very sad. No one chased after her until her own father didn't win her son's heart, the Saintess herself couldn't do much to listen to the advice of the god's pet. Duke Stuart came rushing over to Altair holding his clothes and lifting them high. The collar that was torn from the strong grip couldn't escape the hard muscles in his arms.

He was convinced that I had leaked their location, that I had gotten Mom and Dad killed. From that day on, the brother who'd carry me on his back and run a whole block just to buy me ice cream was gone. Later, he saved an orphan girl during a firefight. After learning of her pitiful background, he brought her home and adopted her as his sister. She was much better at charming him than I ever was, finding ways, subtle or not, to paint me as a useless screw-up. Farrow believed her more and more. I was the true Steele heir, but from that day on, I was the outcast.

Dio felt uncomfortable with Ardell’s glare but he just brushed it off since Arthur, the heir of Marquis Romanov was smiling at him. “I heard you are my cousin. I can’t believe that we are the same age.” Arthur shook his hand with a friendly expression. “I am just a humble son of your vassal, young master.” Dio bowed slightly. Arthur chuckled. “It’s really amazing to think that you chose to be adopted by our vassal when my father wanted to announce you as his heir.” “How could I covet something that wasn’t mine, to begin with, young master?” Dio smiled sincerely. Ever since he set foot in the capital, he was relieved that he found a family who made him more sincere than before.

“What surprised me even further was that not only did my sister do all the chores, but she also told me that she was doing it willing. She told me this bullshit story of how she interfered with the marriage of both these well-matched families and that she was the third person in their love.” “Nothing made sense to me, but I still wanted to find justice for my sister and went to argue with the bastard.” “Heh! Not only was I thrown out of my own house by those bastards, but they also beat me up and left me in the wilderness for dead. Luckily the king of hell didn’t want my poor soul.” “The Dupont Elder met the half dead me while he was returning from a trip to his hometown. He took me in and a

After greeting His Majesty the King and Queen, they greeted Hayden and Fuschia in the same manner. "I didn't know you adopted a daughter, Count." His Majesty the King tapped his finger on the armrest of his chair. "Yes, Your Majesty. I adopted the daughter of my Baron friend who is from the Sulli area. He grows old and sickly. I couldn't bear to leave this lady in the suburbs areas vulnerable to the appearance of monsters, so I adopted her." “You really have a noble heart, Count Lanchaster. So, what family are you from, lady?”

Thinking about Mateo was starting to make my eyes tear. "Wait this man already has a kid?" She questioned. "He adopted him." My grandmother's jaw dropped. "Honey that man is a saint. It takes a special kind of person to adopt someone else's kid." She was right and wrong at the same time because he wasn't a saint and nor was he all sinner. He was something in between. "I can't wait to meet him," my grandmother said and I felt uneasiness creep into my bones. I smiled hiding my protest with her request as I proceeded to take a bite out of the scone. I hadn't eaten anything from the morning and I was starving.

For a child hungry for love, the duke who took him in was everything. Gislain was alright about being used as long as it meant that he will receive the love his parents failed to give. But that was not the case, the duke's wife took him in her arms as her own son, and from then on they filled the role of a father and mother for him. He was an orphan, picked up by the duke after he noticed a strange character in him. He had a weak presence, not just weak, an extremely weak presence. And after training under the duke for more than a decade, his presence got even weaker than before.

"I am not just an adopted son Dillon. My mother is a mistress to your grandfather. I am their bastard child. But neither my sister nor her mother looked down upon me. In fact, Catherine is very caring and protective of me. As the bastard son, I was mocked, bullied, and also beaten by the other kids. I used to think that all the rich people are heartless and headstrong. Slowly the news of my mother and your grandfather began to spread across the two realms. Everyone began to pick on us. Even your grandfather stopped visiting us. He was afraid to lose face. Men used to make suggestive remarks when they see my mother. A few even tried to violate her. No one used to talk to us. Despite carrying

His ordinary-looking granddaughter was more smart and powerful than he expected her to be. "Yes. I adopted him when he was just an infant. At that time, your mother had been sick for a long time, so I badly needed another heir to secure my position as per our family tradition. But my wife had a miscarriage and was unable to get pregnant. However, he's a Santoro now." Antonio finally answered her question, making Eleana slightly nod her head. She was pleased with him for not lying to her. "Then why didn't you make him your heir? Does he know this? Eleana asked curiously. Antonio sighed and nodded his head.

However, they were rescued by Lord Andrew Lawvosky and later were introduced to the Battleaxe tribe after they were cursed. And Celestina had provided them a necklace for them to walk in the daylight. A month earlier, Celestina had sent Marites to head a group of rescued human youngsters and watchers to investigate strange rumors of an ordinary priest who had risen from ambiguity to become the lord confidant of the Duke. Although the priest had been credited with saving the heir to the dukeship from an unusual blood disease, rumors surrounding the so-called holy knight were replete with stories as a vampire, and of crapulous orgies, girls and boys that had gone missing.