The Duke's Family Is Not My Problem Novels & Stories

“Why you must go there, Grandpa! I told you can't go! Of the entire Alison family, only the two of us are still alive until now. I still need Grandpa to guide me … It shouldn't be like this. Grandpa shouldn't have gone out into the war.” Duke Andrew could only gently stroke his granddaughter's back as Ariana began to let out all her frustrations. Duke Andrew closed his eyes regretfully. The Duke always felt that he could be the responsible head of the family during his tenure. But in reality, Duke Andrew felt he couldn't even do the most important thing from his position as head of the family.

The man cast a sidelong glance, skimmed over the card, and his expression altered drastically. After exchanging glances, the group ultimately abandoned their pursuit. In New York, even the Wolfe family's head would balk at the prospect of crossing paths with them, let alone their subordinates. Duke returned to the car and inquired, "Sir, do you intend to retrieve your wife?" "There's no need," Damien responded. Duke was taken aback; moments ago, he was frantically shouting, but now he appeared unconcerned? However, upon hearing Damien's subsequent statement, he realized he had been overly simplistic.

The old man paused and exhaled tobacco smoke from his mouth and nose, like a fire dragon. "I will remember your loyalty, but I was not the cause of the death of your loved ones, Duke," the obsidian-eyes man insisted. “You chose to go down this path yourself, Duke. Even before I married your daughter I said this road with me will never be smooth, but for sure you will never be the target of my sword slashes." Duke Gramer nodded. "I'm sorry if Prince feels I'm to blame for all this. I didn't mean it that way, and yes, you're right, it's my own choice. But of course I want you to help me with my problems too.”

I was shocked by what Duke had done; I knew he wasn't doing it for me, but it made me happy that the others around us had stopped whispering about me. "Dear dear, calm down, you are scaring your guests," Duke's uncle said, gazing around with concerned eyes. Duke simply rolled his eyes in anger. "Whatever, I don't care if they are terrified of me," Duke said coldly, not caring what others said or did. "They are free to go, if that is what they want," he added. I have forgotten, the man I married was a very cold and emotionless person. "Anyway, when will this succession ceremony begin since after this I need to resume my work " Duke questioned in an agitated tone in his voice.

Thinking he may as well clear all the looming fences while he was about it, Max added, "As for funds, I presume your earlier arrangements still apply. However, should you need any further advances, as I now hold the purse-strings of your patrimonies, you may apply directly to me." His last statement succeeded in convincing Margaret that it would not be wise to underestimate this Duke. Despite having only since this morning to think about it, he had missed very little. And, as he held the purse-strings, he could call the tune. As she had foreseen, life as the wards of a man as masterful and domineering as the present Duke of Twyford was rapidly proving to be was definitely not going to be as

Then, he turned his amethyst stare on the duke. "And you think that the young queen would ever learn about her own country if we're the ones that have to solve every problem that came her way? And how can she be a tough ruler if she did not even know how to handle the riots in her own dam country?!" Tom said as he was looking at Nick. Ian noticed that the duke was clenching his jaws and his hands were turning to fists. Then, Ian stepped between them before he broke out the fight that was bound to happen.

Rebecca instantly became shocked to death and Roselle was dumbfounded. Dennis also couldn't believe his ears. He was expecting her truth to be exposed but not anytime soon. This was sooner than expected and his sister would be caught up in this mess. Dennis instantly became trouble minded as he suddenly became short of words. "The brides family didn't attend the wedding and we are all aware of the risk putting a man who has a wife of no family background on the throne" The Duke said and everybody excluding the royal family nodded. "There's no problem about that. Roselle has explained everything to us about her family. We will soon be introduced to her family. It needs time" The Queen protest

"If your son were a decent person, I wouldn't have had to come. What kind of household is this? Is it worth my late-night visit? A century-old noble family produces such a ruthless and unjust scoundrel who indulges his concubines and neglects his wife. Instead of addressing how to correct the family's morals, you're concerned with covering up and indulging him. Your ancestors would be rolling in the grave at how you're behaving!" "Lady Helen!" Dorothy slammed her cane on the ground with a resounding thud. "No matter how lacking our people are, it's not your place to discipline them. Even the current queen wouldn't meddle in our family affairs. Even if my grandson is ignorant, he has been pun

“The least I can do is be honest. I won’t be upset.” He tapped his foot lightly. I noticed he did that a lot when he was thinking. “I was wondering…” he started slowly, “he doesn’t seem to have been married before. There’s nothing online about it.” “Oh,” I said. “His first wife left. With his children. That’s all he ever told me.” It had always been strange to me. A man with that much power, and influence… and yet, he didn’t bring them back. “You want to go clubbing?” Duke suddenly said, his tone shifting. “Let’s dance out all that crazy energy, and spit on Judge’s bald head.”

"What are you doing? You're back, can't we just be a family again? I don't want any dancers, and Father won't either!" I looked at my son. This was the same boy who once told me, "A man of Father's station is expected to have mistresses." Now he was panicked over a few dancers. "What kind of duke doesn't have a mistress?" I said with a light laugh. "I must see to your father's needs, after all." I turned back to Alistair, my perfect smile still in place. "Your Grace, which one will you be spending the night with?" "Get out!" Alistair roared. "All of you, get out!"