The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Novels & Stories

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?"

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”

"I actually don't know what your position is. All I know is your Father's a Duke and that you're a noble, but that doesn't matter to me." Dan could tell by her heartbeat that she was telling the truth, "Since you don't know, I'll tell you, I'm the heir to the Dukedom. This means anyone who wants to be with me would have to be able to deal with the weight of being the Duchess. Do you think you would be able to handle that?" "I'd be willing to do my best to learn!" Dan sat there for a moment, thinking everything over before he let go of Angela's hand and said to her, "Come back again tomorrow at 10."

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

"Master, you will be benefited forever. If Maiden can enter Alexander Rossi's heart, then Leonor Rossi would be easy to handle and can easily be parted from his father. Then Maiden can give birth to his heir who will take over everything." Harper thought about the idea. It's true that they lied and needed to be punished by the former Duke. However, he could easily convince him to replace his daughter with that maid. After all, the former Duke would not accept any maid to carry their heir, right? If needed, he would take all the blame and let his daughter enjoy the life! Through her, he could also be benefited. As soon as the excitement appeared, it was gone too. "But, will Anastasia agree to

“I spoke with the stable boy – he’s already brushed down my companion and given her fresh hay and water. He says she’s the finest deer he’s ever seen, though I suspect he says that to all his charges. ” A small smile touched her lips – rare for the huntress, but genuine all the same. “There’s something to be said for mortal care – they may not have our strength or knowledge, but they give their whole hearts to whatever task they undertake.” As if on cue, Hermes burst into the room moments later, his face flushed with excitement and his hands full of small treasures he’d acquired in his brief exploration downstairs. “The common room has excellent ale! And someone’s singing about heroes from T

He said I sat and waited for him to continue, there was something off about him and it was making me nervous "You will be twenty years and three by the next calendar and I know I have not really being fair in addressing matters that concern you." My papa began "The duke wants your hand in marriage and I have agreed." He dropped the bombshell The ringing in my ears refused to stop even when I shook my head to clear it

“I know. And not to mention, she was an heiress. If I could get her money to be mine as she weds me…” “You can pay the debt that you owe. We all know your next plan, Kennedy. Seriously, your father was a duke, why don’t you ask him about your gambling problem?” the young man said as the duke’s son grunted. “If I did that, it will be game over. So I will not succumb to my father’s wishes. He has planned for my wedding the second I conceded,” Kennedy said before his friends laughed. But marrying Caroline would not be the same? Daniel mused before he moved to the center of the ballroom as he was taking in his surroundings.

The Duke asked, annoyed. The men felt awkward, looking down. "He wanted to tell you that if you don't give him a grandchild, he'll keep disturbing your territory and run havoc." "Ugh... That old man." The Duke groaned, catching up with what the men meant. He massaged his temples, grabbed his phone, and dialed a number. As soon as the call was answered, he yelled at the man on the other line. "Pops! What the hell?! I almost killed your men!" The Duke's demeanor changed from fierce to unexpectedly vulnerable, and his own men chuckled secretly at witnessing this rare moment.