Novel & Cerita Son Of A Duke

Cedric interrupted, turning away from her, “It was what my brother, Vincent was born to be, at least according to our father. It was his duty. Just because he's no longer here, doesn't mean I have to be in charge of his responsibility, and why should I? Our father refused to acknowledge me as his son. He abandoned me, Aunt Diana… He abandoned your sister, and the only reason he started to reach out to me was because he lost Vincent, his trophy son, whom he had named his heir instead of me. He only wanted me to be Duke because he didn't have any other son and he was worried that the title would pass on to another family.” Slowly he turned back to face her, the pain and anger he was feeling ma

Silviana then rose from her chairs and run to the coridor. "Are you sure about it, Father? Duke must be not that stupid to exiled his sole heir," "Well, to be exact, the one who will inherited the title is that girl's husband. Or he can asked his younger brother, Grant Lancia to take over his place." "Younger brother? I've never heard about him." "Yes, of course. They were fight for two decades because of a woman but I heard Grant is became an Earl in some other place." "What? So they was in love with the same person?"

Deptian said gloomily. Regina shook her head gently. "As I said, the Grand Duke understands both of us, Father. Besides, many already know that Selina is not your biological daughter!" After all, Regina wasn't completely lying. For Hertia did not question what she had done after her marriage. "It's good that he understands. Because only you can inherit the title of Count." Deptian touched the child's shoulder, then left. "You just rest." Deptian left the daughter room because it was already late.

I heard Steve tell him, “You need to stay the fuck away from my family Darren, if you don’t I’ll make sure you never come near anyone again.” Darren began to laugh, “Are you kidding me Steve, do you know whose son you are playing daddy with, it’s my fucking son, and it’s my fucking girl. I told you that from day one!” Steve didn’t say anything he just held him in place, Darren again was trying to stir stuff up,

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.

I knew he had seen us, but he didn’t let on and remained in a relaxed conversation with Roman and two other guests. But before we reached him, Duke stepped into our path, his eyes hungrily sweeping over Cyn, making me wrap a hand around the back of her neck. She was mine. Duke had been my fre enemy since we were kids, he also seemed to go after everything that I wanted. We were not related, but my father had always liked him better. He was the son he wished he had. He was arrogant, selfish and had no humanity, attributes my father said made a good leader.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

"Without your warning I might have forgotten how troublesome parents could get. I hope, you aren't sad that I've solved this problem. I even got promoted: I am the new Duke of Sleipnir. Sound's fancy, doesn't it?" Sitting beside him, Katherine was grinding her teeth. Duke of Sleipnir was the title of her father. It should have been given to her uncle after his death, but he was laying in the sickbed and babbling nonsense for four years already, poisoned by his own son. Or at least that was, what she suspected now. She'd put the clues together after knowing his real face. "Ethan, what do you want from me?"

They felt even more scared when they heard that the girl with Caisen was the very daughter of the Duke of the North. The omega woman's eyes widened. He didn't think that the woman in front of him—the woman he hated—was the Duke's daughter. It's beautiful, and she can stand next to Caisen, and then she'll know that he's the Duke's daughter, and her annoyance with Cathy will increase even more. "You! If you are the son of the Duke, why didn't you tell me right away?" shouted the omega woman, throwing stones at Cathy.

He let out a sharp cry and began to wail just like they would have expected an incompetent child such as him to do so. He wailed and wailed at the sight of blood and this seemed to do the trick. “Servant!!!! Come in here and take this pup with you!!! I no longer wish to hear his whining any longer!!!!” The Duke barked at the door and almost immediately his nurse maid, walked in to the office and not been stopping to pay attention to what is what that had happened in the office, she picked up Abel, the last son of the ducal house hold and then made her way out of the office with him in her hands very quickly.