The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Novels & Stories

he said as he handed it to him. The duke opened it and read over it quickly. ‘Dear Duke of Salicera, It was brought to my attention that you were still not able to find your duchess, this fact has gotten me worried. As I mentioned before, the Winter Hunt is a very important event this year and I do not wish for anything to disturb the occasion. I just wanted to remind you that if your wife or anyone else has any plans for the Hunt, it would be foolish and dangerous to go through with them.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

I rolled my eyes at him and went behind my desk. "Shouldn't you at least act like you are happy to see me? I heard your mom is looking for a suitable husband for you. Should I tell her that I'm interested in her pretty daughter?" David asked coming to stay beside me. "David, I was happy you left the country. But I'm also glad you came back successfully, things hasn't changed here one bit. I'm still as busy as ever." I said simply. "I know. I read the article, your mom made you the heir to Queen's empire. It was bound to happen anyways, there is no one more capable than you in managing this huge company. Congrats." He congratulated.

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

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.

"Divorce won't be a quick process. The Duke won't be back anytime soon. We must be patient." Dorothy leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then let her enjoy her little kingdom for a while longer… and you, Vivi, use this chance. Get close to the Duke. Make him even more dependent on you." Vivian's smile turned predatory. "Exactly. I will stay glued to his side. I'll follow him to the battlefield if I have to. I will make him mine completely."

In fact, everyone was surprised at that little bit of information that was leaked about their respected prince. "I wouldn't lie about this, Your Grace. I too, like yourselves, want an heir to be born as soon as possible–" "That's surprising. To think that His Highness…" the duke cleared his throat again before his voice became commanding, "Alright men, it seems that the garden is no good too. We will empty the entire castle's vicinity. This is for the sake of an heir, so I bid you all not to complain and bear with it for now. We will give him the perfect environment that he wants. Have everyone evacuate now." Duke Henry rolled out the orders.

“But before my father come back home I should have plenty of time to stay there.” Cain nodded in agreement, “I’ve always been curious but the Duke avoids himself to come back to the castle for weeks now. Is there a reason for it?” “He has always avoided problem he thought as annoying. A coward who would hide when things go South,” replied Dominic with a click of his tongue. “He must be hoping that Shawn and I would kill each other to avoid messy troubles of choosing heir. If Shawn dies, even Benjamin couldn’t say anything against me being the next heir.”

“Old Master the condition of your grandson's leg… The doctor wanted to describe the condition of Duke's leg but Henry stopped him with a raised hand and said, "I don't want to hear from you about the condition of his leg. Call expert doctors from all over the world. I don't want to see any injury or any marks on my grandson's body. He is the sole heir of the Winters Group. Make him perfect in every way so that no one dares to point a finger at him. Call an expert plastic surgeon.

His bride’s outrageous antics provided him with the excuse to do so earlier, and with his father’s blessings. Upon summons of his ailing father Stephen returned to England immediately, although reluctantly. The affairs of his family’s estate were in turmoil and he was required at home to assist. The duke was unwell and his physicians were unable to diagnose the cause of his ever worsening breathing ailment. To add to the upheaval, the overseer, Mr. Eversmith, suffered a tragic fall from his mount while chasing poachers off their land and died from a broken neck. With his father bedridden and the overseer deceased, the lands and management of the estate were in dire need of attention. His mot