Novel & Cerita The Duke's Family Is Not My Problem

"You're the one who always claims that I have stolen everything from you. Now that you know the truth, you can't just pretend that you don't know anything about this and turn your back on your responsibilities." "Listen, for anyone's sake this scandal is best kept secret and things better go the way they used to be. What would people think of your mother, and our father, if they know about this? Our family will forever become an object of derision. Besides, I never want to be a bloody duke. I don't need all the privileges that comes with it. Hell may freeze over but I won't take the title and the estate, and there's nothing you can do about it."

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

Was this Edmund lashing out purely because he had seen me or because he had forced a confession out of Vanessa? Henley leaned in, smirking as I wiped the blood from my nose. “Oh. Yes I forgot. We went to your lodgings first. We cleaned you out. The Duke considers it fair payment for the debts your brother owes him for the card games in London. You can blame him for your current situation.” I shook my head in disgust. “The Duke is insane. How can you even think this-” A final punch saw me hit the floor, rolling onto my back as I gasped for air. A boot on my throat had me seeing visions of Vanessa, a flickering haze of blue eyes and chocolate hair.

Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”

“She’s unharmed but the situation is... complicated.” His arm came around her shoulders and Loren found herself pressed against dusty Windrider colours that smelled of horse and leather. It wasn't quite an embrace, more the quiet shelter of someone who didn't know what else to offer. “I’m sorry,” he said, and she couldn’t tell if he was apologizing for the news or for something larger. He stepped back before the moment could be remarked upon. “I need to see the Prince,” the Duke said, his voice returning to clipped formality. “You'd best come. This concerns your family directly.”

“Marry me, Kate.” When she did not say anything, he reiterated, “Marry me and it will solve our current predicament.” William looked at his ex-girlfriend and tried his best to maintain the serious look on his face. He fully realized how crazy his suggestion was however he also recalled what his grandfather had said to him a few weeks ago. One more misbehavior, one more bad news about him that would affect the Windsor name, the dukedom of Ashbourne, and he would be forced to hand over his title and would not be a part of the family. In all honesty, William could care less about the money or the title but the last thing he ever wanted was to be disowned by his family.

“Sister Veta, I have finally inherited the title of the Baron, please come back to our fief, and I will make sure to bring back the glory of our family!” As I tried to relinquish the past, the more troublesome it became, the strings that entangled with them all got messed up. Is me clinging to the tiny bit of my life a wrong choice? And why is the temple spying on me? “Lady Veta Le Blanchet is the only descendant of the family, you shouldn’t involve yourself farther with the Demon Duke.” Wealthy life has always been my dream, but it has to come with the responsibility. Now that I have all the resources and support I can utilize to reclaim my life, I will use it to the fullest and live with t

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

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

"He doesn't love me. He probably doesn't even want me." He hesitated, dropped the pen and put his fingers together, making a steeple. "You never believed in love, why care about it now?" "But you believe in it. Oh good heavens! Our whole family believes in it." The Fitzgeralds and the Gallaghers lived for love, why would no one care about hers? "I also believe in nobility and conduct." He thumped his forefinger on the table as he spoke, then pointed the same at the closed door. "The Duke is noble enough to own up to his mistake and take responsibility for you."