The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Novels & Stories

she looked up at him with her eyelashes fluttering, “the Duke has me in the green room.” “The one furthest from mine!” Duchess Claire exclaimed from the other side of Eleanor, “What wonderful news! I’m sure you will enjoy his company after I retire tonight.” Beatrice’s mouth dropped open and Eleanor blinked in surprise, turning to stare at her new friend. “Do not worry about it, Eleanor. I have more than done my duty by the Duke. He had an heir and a spare before he wed me and I have given him two more boys and a girl. I have no want of more children. Since the healer's herbs don’t seem to prevent seed from taking root in me, he is free to seek his pleasure with anyone other than me.”

In that time I realized I have begun to hate the way he called my name. Something I didn't do two years ago. He leaned forward. "My father built everything that I have now for a good reason." Not like I doubted that. "There has to be someone I can pass all of it on to when the time is right for that you know?" He continued to explain. "You will Duke. There's still time. The doctors said I shou—" He cut me off immediately. "I need an heir, not your excuses." My eyes widened. The sentences landed on me with the weight of a freight truck.

Our child's chance at having a father. My mind circled back to her voice on the phone. The way she'd said ‘you wanted an heir, not a wife.’ Like she'd finally seen through all my carefully constructed lies to the truth underneath. And she was right. God, she was so completely right. I had wanted an heir. That's what I'd told myself when I'd agreed to the marriage Mother had orchestrated. An heir to secure the company, to satisfy the board, to continue the Kingsley line. I'd never stopped to consider that the woman carrying that heir might be a person. Might have hopes and dreams and a heart I could break.

This marriage might as well be his father’s method of tying him down. “How generous of you, dad.” Edmond decided not to respond to his son’s sarcasm anymore. He fears that answering will only end into another argument. It’d be bad if Duke leaves the country again. Above all, he only aims for the settlement of his son’s engagement – especially to the only heir of the Reign family. Duke doesn’t want to get engaged. Not to Olivia Reign. Not to someone arrange by his family. If he gets married, especially to someone well-off, he could only imagine how his father will use this to further expand their family’s influence. He isn’t the only son of the Crezford family, but rather he is a family tool

An effort on my part to make sure she was also protected. “Yes. I saw her.” “We have an heir.” He smiles as he walks inside behind me. My empire had waited for the next bloodline to take place and although we were reckless and considered to be ruthless or “thugs”- we were also a family. We took care of our own and each other. “She will not give me the child or come back without an ultimatum.” I remind myself as I make a sandwich and wait for the greedy attorney. “We must bend. She holds the heir in her hands and she is our duchess by his birthright.” He adds in.

“But, instead of fighting with them, shouldn’t you be doing the opposite thing? Don’t forget, the biggest battle that not only you, will be facing is still in the air. The duke didn’t give feedback yet. But the information you relayed just sealed their dukedom’s heir. You wouldn’t want that. SJ might turn things around. He may use it to his advantage. Remember, he’s a key in producing the future heir to the dukedom as well.” Elliot remained silent, contemplating, and finally admitted that his nephew had a point. “He had never cared about Alessandra,” he commented lightly. “As long as the dukedom is assured of its heir, he doesn’t give a damn.” “I’m sure Elli will not accept that,” Archibald

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

"He's not fighting paternity. Damien killed that angle." "No," Douglas agreed, his tone darkening. "He's leveraging a psychological bleed. He has a private stable of lawyers who specialize in a very dark brand of intimidation, Selene. It's never about the actual litigation—it's the shadow of it. The promise that pushing forward will drag your entire life into the mud." He paused, letting the weight of his assessment settle. "He wants you to retreat." "From what, exactly?" "From Damien," Douglas said flatly. "From the public statement. From whatever those Saturday mornings in the park are turning into. He wants to sever you and Eli before you become permanent fixtures in the Voss legacy."

“He’s… in some other room, huh?” “Blue says he’s not going to move into the master suite until he’s married, so…” “Duke, please,” I said, trying not to think about what he was implying. He shrugged. “Just saying. He’ll want you to have the gigantic bathtub, so maybe you could nudge him in that direction? He’s been alpha for years and is still in the heir room.” I wondered if that was just grief or if maybe he just didn’t feel ready. He was doing all the work of an alpha, but did he really feel like the alpha yet? I wasn’t sure.