The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A fleeting fancy, nothing more. This Sforza fellow, he’s charming, I’ll give him that. But does he possess the qualities of a leader? The stability a future Duke needs by his side?” “Stability?” I repeated, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “What stability is there in a loveless marriage?” “Love is a luxury, Annalisa,” he said, his voice cold. “A luxury the Duchy cannot afford. I have secured a potential alliance with a powerful family in England. Their eldest son…” “Another prince?” I interjected, unable to contain my exasperation. “Are you collecting suitors like porcelain figurines, Father? Because I, for one, am not interested!”

It was a move as if to say that the duke’s eldest son held little regard for his future since the Young Lord Marcus was an illegitimate child. The servants who'd been in the house since the youngest master's birth might say otherwise. They're well aware of the duke's indifference towards the Young Lord Alec. Moreover, the duke was utilizing the House's influence in secret to find a cure for Young Lord Marcus' curse. The coins paid to acquire the help of mages and priests, including their bonuses to keep their mouths shut, could pile into a mountain. It was as if the duke was telling his youngest son that though he was next in line as the duke of House Winston, his affections belonged to the

She replied with a chuckle unknowingly getting comfortable with him. "So... We're getting married. You'll be the duchess of Kerstone while I'll be your husband. The Duke of Kerstone." 'Again, get off your high horse!' she thought and then immediately fixed her face to feign ignorance. "You're the Duke of Kerstone?" She asked pointing at him and he nodded with a square shoulder. "Great. And might I ask, why did you come all the way from Kerstone just to get a wife?" "Because you were there." He replied mysteriously and she raised a brow.

"Investiture... It's like crowning, but he gets a coronet instead. Anyway, his twenty-fifth birthday is only a couple of months away. He has become a constant, growing pain. To make things worse, his people love him too much. His political accession was years ago, but Mountbatten will formally and fully accept him on the day of his coronation, or investiture, whichever." I was still lost. How did this have anything to do with me? I could barely remember the Duke's father from when I was eight or ten years old. Wasn't twenty-five too young to become a Duke, anyway? "Ugh," Lucian stepped away from us, saying, "I have better things to do than watch you educate her on the basic shit." Lawrance w

he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead” I closed my eyes yes briefly, so that was it. Rejection. Humiliation. And betrayal. No wonder she’d unraveled at the bar. “And the family?” I asked. Alex didn’t hesitate. “Unpleasant. Step mother controls most household decisions, father’s present but does nothing” The usual. “There’s something else” Alex hesitated, then continued “The council called before dawn” I leaned back against the desk “And?” “The succession didn’t take place” Alex continued “without you present, it was impossible to continue”

"Once your last name is changed to Wintour, you've got nothing to worry about." Clare looked down at her fidgeting hands before turning her face to the secretary again. "Can I ask you something?" "Yes, of course," said Shirley. "What will happen if the Duchess doesn't get married?" "Well, it's a long complicated family story," Shirley said. "Let's just say Her Grace's father was not fond of her lifestyle and it had created a huge rift between them. Before the Duke passed away, he had written a will that ties his daughter to an unbreakable tradition. Everything that is under the Wintour name will go to her uncle if his conditions aren't met."

And she had carried it forward, not because she was special, but because she had refused to let it go. That's what an heir does, she realized. Not just inherits. Continues. --- "We should name her after Tata," Bella said one evening, sitting on the bench by the stone marker. The sun was setting, painting the valley in shades of orange and pink. "Him," Riley corrected. "The midwife says it's a boy." "A boy, then. Name him Pedro." Riley considered this. "Pedro Kyle Guzmán-Tan?" "That's a lot of name for a small person."

“But you haven’t said no.” Because she was still trying to process the sheer absurdity of the situation. “Why the hell would you need a wife?” His smirk faded slightly. “My father wants me married before he hands over full control of Lancaster Industries. He thinks it’ll make me more stable.” Sienna blinked. “And you couldn’t find someone from your world to play the part?” “I don’t want someone from my world,” he said simply. “I want someone who has nothing to gain. No ulterior motives. Someone who can make my father believe I’m serious while knowing exactly what this is.”