Romans & histoires Extra But The Duke's Only Daughter

It was because the duke was sitting on the divan, sipping tea that her mother was asking the maid to pour it for him. "Thank you for allowing me to meet with your daughter, my lady. I cannot thank you enough," Niklaus stated as Becca was walking into the drawing room. Her skirts were swooshing against each other before Niklaus was turning to look at her. His blue orbs clashed with her green eyes. "Ah, Becca darling. You're here. It was such a surprise that the duke was coming here this morn to court you, was it, Your Grace?" Lady Georgia asked him before Niklaus smiled.

-Back at the ducal estate- It was very clear that the duke was very very pleased with what his first son Asis had just said. If the duke wanted to very sincere with himself, he was not used to failing or being at the losing end and he believed that the moon goddess herself was aware of this fact. At this very moment, he believed that he was close to having the entire world at his feet just from the fact that his daughter was destined to be the ruler over the entire were wolf race. His mind was already brimming with the ideas of how he was going to make Hazel, his own daughter a puppet for him to be able to do with as he so pleased.

Queen Mary said at last. At this, Duchess Arden saw red. Perhaps it was simply in her nature to see red, however, it was not surprising, given that the duchess had only recently learned about my existence. To now be talked down to by the queen about the same irked the duchess to no end. "Then it is done," said King Henry. "Not quite. What about your side? She is my only daughter. I should hope you would pay me the courtesy of presenting to me the man whom you would have me wed her to, prior to such an engagement," said Duke Arden.

But Louie can't bring himself to tell his father. "Tsk! Leadro, make sure that those incompetent knights to find Lianne right away! If they still haven't found her by tomorrow morning, I'll deduct their pay by a quarter—no, make it half! I'll cut it half!" Then the Duke turned to Louie, "As for you, you shall stay in the appearance of Lianne while she's gone! We can't have this engagement with the third Prince be ruined!" "Understood, Father!" The two brothers replied stiffly, then the Duke got back inside the mansion first with a very foul mood.

the Duke said, “I thought he would be the one inheriting my legacy. I will not have a peaceful time even after my death with you as the next duke.” Shawn instead of feeling hurt that this was the words his father had told to him early as the first time they met only chuckled, “I pity you too. Would you like to meet mother first? She expressed to me how much she longed to meet you. Every day, I could see in her eyes that she missed your presence. Even though she couldn’t speak right now and is in a terrible condition, she couldn’t help but think of you every single sec—” Shawn didn’t have to complete his words to hear the frustrated sigh coming from his father who looked miffed. “I don’t have

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

she was a daughter that could not be shown in public. Duke Everdale hated such weak willed women. It reminded him too much of his dead duchess that he had married out of a political alliance and since she was unable to survive in the highly ferocious household she succumbed to a disease and died after childbirth. Layla was a mirroring image of the duchess. Since the news of an upcoming war had spread far and wide, Karl and Leon had returned to the duchy to discuss the matters of millitary with Damien Everdale.

Slap. Harder than the one I gave Ashley. Rachel hit the ground. The baby started screaming. I looked down at her, my voice colder than ice. "Get out." "Now. Right now." "If I see you again, you won't get a single cent." Rachel picked herself up, clutched the baby, and shot me a look of pure venom. "You're going to regret this." She left. With the child. And a check for fifty million. I stood in the empty chapel, staring at my father's portrait.

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

She continues to stare at the people claiming her father's title and their whole family's identity. "I am the only daughter of the Duke. I am the rightful heir of this estate. I am the Duchess of Araceli at my parent's demise" Narrah coldly mutters as she looked at each pair of amused eyes. "Have you forgotten my dear, you are only seventeen" the woman replied with an arrogant smile. "For a child, you are not fit to rule this vast estate. Your pampered and young life knows nothing but being fancy. So, don't be impertinent" the man spoke with obvious contempt in his voice.