The Duke Wants To Have An Heir の小説・ストーリー

And he hadn't raised the topic either. How silly! He was the Duke of Carlisle and a powerful man of the realm, someday he would want an heir, someone to carry on the de Nocrosse name and she would have to produce children for him. It was one of her duties. The most important of them all. Beth blushed. She would have children with Charles. Just thinking of them made her happy. Charles would be too. They would be beautiful and she would love them. A shadow fell on her thoughts and on the carriage, drawing Beth's attention out the window. It was just a cloud blocking out the sun, yet it felt ominous.

"Yes! I want to be adopted." "And you will be." Julien agreed. "But you will have to know that when mama gives birth to a baby brother, he would have to be the Duke after me, do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Arthur nodded slowly. "Mama's son will be the Duke when you go to heaven." "Yes, but it's not because we don't love you equally, it's just tradition. He would be me and Mama's real son and you would be our adopted son. Only real sons can be Dukes after fathers." Arthur nodded again.

Emily shrieked in agreement, "Exactly! Aurora, do something! Do you not hear him? He's your late husband's father, as good as your own father! "Besides, the Duke of Blackmoor's household has no heir now. Soon, the duke will adopt our family into his household. My husband will be recognized as the duke's legitimate son, and I shall be his rightful eldest daughter-in-law! Do you refuse to heed both me and Father, Aurora?" Aurora felt a dull roar in her ears, her irritation rising. She calmly looked at Selena and said, "My lady, my lord merely wishes to see his brother. It is no evil deed, I assure you. I beg you, allow him passage."

I was given the bare minimum a daughter of a duke should have. Outside the house my father and stepmother made sure, it looks like they were taking really good care of me but in reality they can't wait to get rid of me. For my father to pass down the duke title to my stepbrother, I, who is the legitimate heir, should be incapable of inheriting the title. How can I be incapable of inheriting the title? If I die or if I were to be married off to someone with higher rank. In the case of our ducal house, if I got engaged to royalty. If I get engaged to anyone of lower rank than my ducal house, they will be married into the ducal house and would be the next duke since I'm the only one with the Ga

It was time to bring in the real leverage. "Fetch Obi," I commanded. "If the King wants an heir who actually has something left to offer, let’s see if he’s prepared to look at the one person who still has the blood of the Duke in his veins."

Silviana then rose from her chairs and run to the coridor. "Are you sure about it, Father? Duke must be not that stupid to exiled his sole heir," "Well, to be exact, the one who will inherited the title is that girl's husband. Or he can asked his younger brother, Grant Lancia to take over his place." "Younger brother? I've never heard about him." "Yes, of course. They were fight for two decades because of a woman but I heard Grant is became an Earl in some other place." "What? So they was in love with the same person?"

He suggested they might join forces. Duke’s jaw tightened. He rubbed his temples with his fingers. He looked much older than thirty in that moment. The weight of his title seemed to be crushing his shoulders. “God, Jeremiah,” Duke muttered. “Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had not been born first. I never asked to be the heir. I never asked for any of this. Some mornings I wake up and just want to walk away. I want to leave the name and the pack behind and never look back.”

The best way to do that was to get him married. “Tell me why you’re really here, Duke Kristen” Meanwhile, the conversation between the two egoistic males was taking a deep plunge. It was honestly interesting to watch. She knew what her husband wanted. She had coerced her brother into giving it. All that was left to do is sit and watch the drama unfold. “I wanted to acknowledge your influence in high society” “You didn’t care about that before. Oh, my father must’ve told you that I would soon become the Marquis of House Adamantine”

“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.