The Heiress Gets A Duke Novels & Stories

****** I follow the duchess to her house, it was impressive, for a human, I have seen other houses but it is not like this for a human her home is very big and elegant, is this the rich the witch was talking about, I'm only happy the baby will have enough space to play, a man came out, I don't need anyone to tell me, I know instantly that his the Duke they were talking about, he walks with so much power and the aura around him for a human is very weird, I try to get a good look at him but nothing, nothing strange but they something, his a human but his aura is like a human who has dived into the supernatural world, a human who knows too much. "Cullen" the duchess calls the Duke happily "Eliz

Mai began to tell the story of how Duke Dior first met the duchess. "When it came time for him to leave, he offered her family tons of gold, just so he could have her hand in marriage. Instead of fighting for her, the duchess’s father relinquished his daughter to the duke without a fight, and quickly married her when they arrived in Astral." Maria patiently listened to Mai's story; the girl's voice was calm, but Maria knew this was only the calm before the storm.

" Larissa happily took the duke's arm. "I couldn't wait to see you! You've finally found your family, and I couldn't be happier for you." The duke smiled and shook hands with the Sawyers one by one. The Huxleys and Charmaine almost fainted offstage! It was that foreigner! He was the Duke of Sisilia Island? He had adopted Larissa? Then did it mean that Larissa was part of the royal family? It was impossible! The guests were gleefully eating up the show. "Larissa has a duke as a stepfather?"

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

She continues to stare at the people claiming her father's title and their whole family's identity. "I am the only daughter of the Duke. I am the rightful heir of this estate. I am the Duchess of Araceli at my parent's demise" Narrah coldly mutters as she looked at each pair of amused eyes. "Have you forgotten my dear, you are only seventeen" the woman replied with an arrogant smile. "For a child, you are not fit to rule this vast estate. Your pampered and young life knows nothing but being fancy. So, don't be impertinent" the man spoke with obvious contempt in his voice.

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.”

"I remember it's such a stunning place." Violet's mother, Lady Catherine, inherited the Windshire Castle, which was the center of an impressive 140,000 acres of the Scottish Highlands. Her mother was also the only child, but unlike Violet, her mother couldn't inherit the title of the Duchess. The law of peerage hadn't changed back then, yet she still owned the property. Through the marriage of her parents, Violet became the rightful heiress of both ducal houses. "That's a smart move, indeed," Frederick joined in as if he wished to be far away from the paparazzi, too. He was probably the only one, who understood the pressure of it all the most.

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

I felt like a new being, the usual cold breeze now turned hot on my skin. “Silver!” a familiar voice called. This could only be one person. I darted my eyes to confirm my doubts. It was Amelia. Of course, she was. Wrapped in a golden-colored gown that fitted her curvy frame, her golden hair pinned like a crown around her cruel, perfect face. She was her mother’s favorite. The pack’s pride. The heir to everything I had never been allowed to dream of. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” “Still alive?” she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe.

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.