Novel & Cerita The Duke Wants To Have An Heir

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

Rhode feigned. “We have a letter from Duke Fulher, your majesty.” “I told you not to call me that. What does the old man want this time?” Duke Fulher was the father of Mirabel Fulher, the widow of his late brother, Michael who was first in line to the throne. Ever since the disease wiped out his family, Duke Fulher expected Rhode to wed his daughter, as no one would want to marry a woman that had already been defiled. A tradition that irritated Rhode, to put it lightly.

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!"

As long as the contract is not fulfilled, the Demon King will remain sealed and thus his kin will remain vigilant among the humans, they will not do harm against them, with this the Demon was given the title of grand duke that oversees the sovereign of the creatures. “You’ll have to reciprocate the contract and fulfill what the other party desires.” “My lady, it is time to spend the night with the duke.” “Do you want my blood?” “No.” “Then do you want my flesh?” “Just what do you think of me?” 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

I already knew where this was going. I was the first son and the business alwaya went to the first son, just as it had always been. “And so,” he continued, cool eyes sweeping between me and Diego. “I will hand the reins to the son who proves himself the most capable.” My mother’s brows knitted together. “Guillermo… surely you mean Alejandro.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “He’s the eldest. It's the Castillo tradition.” “No,” Father said, voice hardening.

Certain claims, were they to be formally pursued. The venom underneath the flawless legal prose was clear. He wasn't contesting paternity—Damien’s public acknowledgment had barred that door permanently. This was dirtier. It was an implication of unfitness. A threat that a man with Cornelius Voss’s endless billions could engineer enough financial, custodial, and reputational warfare to bury her alive. She snatched up her phone and dialed. "I need you to read something," she said the moment Douglas picked up. "Right now."

He was clearly waiting for him. “Dad, are you free to talk?” George raised his head and asked indifferently. Duke nodded. “What do you want to talk about?” This son looked like him the most. He was just four years old, but he was already growing to be an excellent heir. He kept putting up with Dew mostly because Dew had given him such an excellent heir. “I want to talk about Mom.” As soon as George said that, Duke’s expression became cold. He loosened his tie impatiently. “Why do you want to talk about her?”

"Your Highness, we are aware of your power and abilities. You are definitely strong and powerful –" "Please get to the point Duke." The prince cut him off, causing the Duke to sigh and then looked at him with all seriousness. "We wanted you to sire an heir, Your Highness." The Duke said and everyone, except Romeo's men, looked at the prince with a severe and almost pleading gazes. "You are the only true royalty left. And now you're going off to war… if something happens to you –" "Nothing will happen to me." Romeo said. The curiosity and interest in his eyes were gone. He was obviously disappointed that this was the crucial problem the Duke was talking about.