Son Of A Duke Novels & Stories

I say, my voice quivering as the rage and adrenaline faded. "I won't let that happen again." "He said he was your family. Is it true?" He nodded once. "I hate to admit it, but he was. But unlike him, we didn't think twice about his bloodline, if you will. He seemed to have taken out his insecurities on poor Hope." "What do you mean? He's a bastard son, too?" Caelum nodded again and laughed darkly. "My great grandfather and his grandfather were cousins. The late Duke was a gentle soul, even when he does tend to sleep around. Granted he only did that after the Duchess passed," Caelum said as we stopped in front of a painting.

The Duke’s will had been declared: his daughter was no longer only his child — she was quarry. {THANKS FOR READING!}

“I know. And not to mention, she was an heiress. If I could get her money to be mine as she weds me…” “You can pay the debt that you owe. We all know your next plan, Kennedy. Seriously, your father was a duke, why don’t you ask him about your gambling problem?” the young man said as the duke’s son grunted. “If I did that, it will be game over. So I will not succumb to my father’s wishes. He has planned for my wedding the second I conceded,” Kennedy said before his friends laughed. But marrying Caroline would not be the same? Daniel mused before he moved to the center of the ballroom as he was taking in his surroundings.

The Duke was a big deal in Italy, forty-eight years old but looking not a day over thirty-nine, thanks to some serious self-care. Duke Wilson had a wife who hailed from one of Italy's most distinguished families, and they had a teenage son who was turning nineteen. Helma took a peek at the young master's photo on her phone—he was drop-dead gorgeous. In Italy, a Duke's title was a legacy passed down through generations, and this guy was no exception to the rule of prestige. She scrolled through the group chat, where Morgan and Heartless Rogue were still at each other's throats. Tisha: [Emerald Crab, why are you digging into the Duke's info? You facing any trouble over there?]

Her mother must have told her my real name. Well, let's hope that she wouldn’t sell me out here, that she would keep her mouth shut. “My name is Duke. I am the queen’s first son. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t think we have met before.” “No, we haven’t, Duke,” I answered, meeting his hand with mine in a handshake. It was a warm one, but of course he wasn’t to be trusted. From Laura's story, he was just like Adam, only without a wolf, and with magic. No wonder, they got along well, despite the age difference.

She had screamed at him that she wasn't a child, and he'd told her, "I'll believe that when you start acting like the fine lady you're supposed to be." Fine lady. Jonathan didn't know the first thing about fine ladies. He had been raised as a servant, after all. The thought made her wince, not because he had once been a servantshe was not snobbishbut she knew he was sensitive on the matter. He'd only learned some months earlier that he was the legitimate son of the late Duke of Essex and the half brother of the current duke. Jonathan had met a cloud of scandal when he was introduced into the ton last fall. The son of the lady's maid of the late duchess, born after a secret marriage and hidde

The Duke shouts got louder and louder as he struggled to free himself from Adrian hold but it was no use, Adrian's hold was too strong for him to break free. "It's people like you in high places that disgust me, you agreed to this duel on your own free will thinking your son had the advantage because he was a soldier in the queen's army but you were wrong and he lost woefully if I may add" Adrian said hus moving to the Duke son who was still on the ground unconscious before he continued to speak. "And now you are getting all worked up because things didn't go your way, let me tell you something duke life always doesn't go the way you plan, so get used to it and stop acting like a child thro

Both Father and Son sat in silence, thinking of Melissa’s uncertain future. It was a common knowledge among the noblemen that Duke Kensington was a sharp and astute person. Due to his decisive nature, coupled with his profound intelligence, he excelled in everything he did. At a young age, Duke Kensington had single handedly expanded the wealth and estates of the Kensington family, thus making him an invincible persona in the business world. However, he was also known to be cold and unfeeling, except to his son. After the death of his wife, Lady Delia, the only person who could bring a smile to his handsome cold face was little Lord William, his adorable son. Many women had tried to seduce h

Felix winced at the sound of his own voice. “As Your Grace wished.” The sepulchral tones left Felix in no doubt of his butler’s deep disapproval. As the door closed behind Rickshaw, Felix lay back in the chair, his fingers at his temples, and fixed Margaret with an unnerving stare. “You may commence.” She smiled, entirely at her ease once more. “My father was Sir Lucas Fleming. He was an old friend of the Duke of Twyford—the previous Duke, I imagine.” Felix nodded. “My uncle. I inherited the title from him. He was killed unexpectedly three months ago, together with his two sons. I never expected to inherit the estate, so am unfamiliar with whatever arrangements your parent may have made with