The Heiress Gets A Duke Novels & Stories

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

But one day, the lavishness that she had for years suddenly came to a halt. "Goodness! I heard that the Holy Maiden gave birth to the Duke of Ivrea's child!" "Oh my! Really?" "Yes! I heard it was a daughter! The Duke brought the child to the estate himself." Beauty… "As the daughter of the Duke of Ivrea and the Holy Maiden, wouldn't she be truly beautiful? I wouldn't be shocked when she was going to be too gorgeous!" Wealth… "Wouldn't she inherit everything that the Duke and Holy Maiden had? After all, she was their only child. Furthermore, the Duke already made clear that one child was enough. Wasn't she too lucky?"

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.

At the end of it, she met with Sussana, the former matron of their house who turned out to have been unjustly removed by the duchess herself. Sussana secretly bears the last will and testament of Duke Landon declaring Francesca her irrefutable rightful heiress for all his possessions and titles. He had also retracted about the marriage agreement signed by him, stating he was compelled to do so or else the August’s will resort into a bloody siege to restore power. He admitted to Francesca about his sacrifice of remarrying Carlotta to keep their enemies under control. After Duchess Savrina, he couldn’t afford to lose her too. That’s why he resorted to such. He even apologized on all his shortc

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

“I was the hero who saved the damsel in distress! Why did Duke get the girl then?!” Eilam patted his shoulder in a show of pity. “You’re neither as handsome nor as rich as Duke, so unless you find a blind woman, she’ll know who to choose.”

"Why and how? Why should we meet the only alluring people in this country only to later find out the worst? If our grandfather hadn't built a MAFIA, we would still be nobility, and I might have been arranged to marry her." "Right," Danica also thought the same of Duke Gian. "Anyway," she sighed, "how long are we going to stay here? I don't mind staying if I see the Duke every day. I am willing to be a mistress." She smirked. "What kind of person is his wife?" "His wife is the heiress of a big company. So, I bet that you can't even compare to her." "Why not? We have noble blood and we are richer than her, right?"