Novel & Cerita The Heiress Gets A Duke

I smiled at the butler, tipping him a gold coin as I passed him. I had told him beforehand to announce Estelle as a princess and nothing more. Afterall, she was indeed the daughter of an Alpha King. It paid off as her face lit up in surprise. “Are you trying to get me killed?” she whispered beside me. I only smiled in return.

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

The duchess had given her to a random man in exchange for a letter. Her slender hands couldn't stop shaking with rage. She didn't regret her actions of seizing power at times like this. She desired to be in charge. Not to be commanded or at the mercy of others. "Perhaps it's fate." "It appears that the Duchess values this new baron, she won't mind if I take control of him, right?" Hearing his fiance talk about other men in front of him made Milan bitter. He raised his head slightly, curious about the contents of the letter.

Her lips parted, a silent protest forming, but before she could voice it, I was already striding towards Bruno, a triumphant swagger in my step. “Excellent work,” I commended him, clapping him on the back a little too enthusiastically. “No loose ends, I presume?” Bruno, a man who wouldn’t crack a smile if you told him he’d won the lottery, simply grunted in response. “Carriage went over a cliff. Coachman’s alive, but shaken. No sign of the Duke or the Duchess.” Perfect. Annalise, the uptight, tiara-wearing socialite, and her stuffy Duke of a father were out of the picture. The path to marrying the ever-so-convenient heiress, Isabella, was now paved with rose petals and champagne wishes.

"My interests, or lack of them, with the female sex are none of your business, Madam." Well aware that when he referred to her so impersonally she had trod too hard upon his toes, the duchess did her best to ignore that warning. "Nonetheless, you should marry very soon. Do you want Hardwick to inherit?" She wanted to add the fact that he had been visiting Cassy, and that she had already noticed he liked her but kept quiet. A wrathful glare pierced her determined composure. "My cousin is, I am afraid, next in line of succession. There is nothing I can do about that."

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

When the Duke remained lost in thought, he continued, “Sir Lucas was a very shrewd businessman, Your Grace.” “So it would appear. So each of these girls is an heiress in her own right?” This time, Mr. Bailey nodded decisively.

Their smirks were the last thing he saw. Somewhere, far from the church in a remote castle, the shadow around the room squirmed before slowly stretching out as two silhouettes walked out of it. It was the Duchess and her butler, who also served as her contracted partner. Her family members were nowhere to be seen. "Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly again? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. In the first place, is it possible for a Blessed to not become powerful?"