Novel & Cerita The Heiress Gets A Duke

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

“Ah, Duke Alexander is also here,” Alessandra said as she glanced at the duke who was standing behind her. “The heir of the North Maximillan duchy greets you.” “It is indeed good to see you, Young Duchess,” Alexander said while glancing at Hayden, who was surprised to see them talking casually even though it was the first time the young duchess visited the Terrence duchy. “Is the young duchess here to spend time with her fiancé? If so, then I will gladly leave you two alone.”

She stammered, fidgeting slightly and looking at the ground like a child caught doing mischief. “You won’t be easily forgiven. You have to pay the price for disobeying the duke.” Said Huxley from beside him and she sighed. Goodness. Why is the duke crazily strong? She’s second-guessing all the decisions she thought she had. Making the crown prince jealous. Changing her own fate Finding Titus, and finding the mysterious handsome man who gave the book. None of those goals she had mattered right now. Right at this moment, all she could think was how crazy she was for agreeing to be his duchess.

“Your daughter... I cannot return her to you.” Ashton jolted. “What do you mean, Duke?!” he exclaimed, his voice sharper than before. “Your daughter is now Duchess Athaleyah Galina Griffith.” “What?!” Ashton shot to his feet, eyes widening. His breathing turned heavy, and for the first time since arriving in Skythia, he truly felt himself losing control of the situation. “What do you mean, Duke?!” he repeated, his voice nearly trembling from shock and anger. Hugh remained seated upright, his gaze calm as before, though his jaw hardened slightly.

But he does not let a drop touch his beloved mate. “Ezra!” he calls. His carriage driver comes out of the shadows. “Did you take care of the guards?” he asks the old man. “They are being catered to, my lord,” Ezra replies with a bow. “Good. I need a new set of clothes,” the Duke orders. “And tell one of the female fighters to cater to Roseanne. It will be a long journey ahead.” “Yes, my lord,” Ezra said with a bow. The Duke takes off his bloodied coat and wraps it around Roseanne before carrying her into his arms, bridal style.

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

Victoria. "We need to talk. Now." "Not now." "Yes now." She dragged me into an empty hallway. "Do you understand what just happened? Do you know who your wife really is?" "Was. She’s not my wife anymore." "She's Elena Sterling! The Sterling heiress! Her family is worth billions, Damien. BILLIONS. And you treated her like a servant." Each word was a knife. "I. Didn’t. Know.” My tone was clipped. "That's not an excuse!" Victoria was almost hysterical. "This is bad, this is really really bad."

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

She raise her hands on top of her head and smile, "Now, continue..." "So, the call happened two weeks ago and," Her eyes grew wide again as she mouthed 'continue'. "He told me that he just returned to London that day; Then he began telling me that he's related, I mean both of us...me and Luke, is related to the royal family and that he's the heir to the throne. Knowing that, the king required him to sign some papers and told him that he needs to marry in order for him to gain the position. Luke doesn't have a girlfriend or some woman in particular to turn to, so he concluded on just taking me as his bride but ," I sighed, "I love your brother. I am married to him and we have a son. Even if i

Clothed in a black and gold tunic with the Duskwood crest stitched proudly over his heart, Kayden looked like the king he was meant to be. Who wouldn’t want such a good looking being as their forever partner. He too was worried and was prepared for anything , his eyes were locked on only one thing ….the path Alana would walk. And then… she did. Alana stepped into view look breath taking and fresh , wearing a beautiful flowing gown of deep silver and red, the colors of the moon and blood. Her hair was crowned with small woven crystals and wildflowers, she looked like a love fairy, lips soft pink and her beautiful big eyes glowing.