Son Of A Duke Novels & Stories

As we ate, so many people came for lunch too and even though I was so busy with the delicious grilled meat in front of me, I could hear some people keep taling about this specific topic. The duke's son is back. They said something about the young Lord of Vanle came upout of nowhere after a hundred years leaving without saying anything. Now this made me think back about what Declan say to Adam at the cave days ago. Lord Dawnbrook, he said. "Luca, who's the Duke's name?" I whispered it. I felt Declan and Finn halted from whatever they were doing. "The Duke? Julius Dawnbrook. I heard he is still ruling this land until now." He answered me calmly.

Prince Khalid opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by the sound of clapping. They turned in shock. They hadn’t realized the duke had been there all along, witnessing the exchange between father and son. “Nice one,” the duke said as he approached them. “I took you in like a son, allowed you into my home, and you dare hurt my daughter! So my daughter is now just ‘some lady’ to you? After ten years of wasting our time?” The duke cried out in pain. “Please, calm down—” the king tried to reason with him.

They all pulled back a bit as well. “My assistant.” Nathan stated, “She is rather dedicated to her job.” “So that is what we call it now?” the older man said. “Son, I know your father rather well.” “And?” Nathan asked, knowing that his name was a blessing and curse in many ways. “I was just stating a fact.” The man said as he heard the small threat in Nathans's question. “Well, my father a pillar of the business world, and he does more for most in the area who need help.” Nathan said, “And my mother as well.”

"And you are?" "I'm Hudson Reagle. My father is Zachariah," Hudson said with a fawning smile. Drake remembered that name. He nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I know your father. Well, carry on.” Although the Reagles were rich, their status was far inferior to Drake's, so they were not that close. Drake said a few perfunctory words before leaving with his subordinates in tow. Even so, Hudson felt proud of himself. He said smugly, "Did you see that? Mr. Hughes knows my father well, just as I said."

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

Mr Clark pointed at his son with a deep frown grazing his face. Ace flared up too. “Why is it always camilla?! Why are you more concerned about Camilla and not your son or your grand son?! You really don't care about my feelings?! And what do you even care about - Camilla?! I don’t get it.” Ace breathed out just to calm down. “Don't you dare-“ Ace cuts his father off his intended statement. “I am calling off the wedding.” He lisped slightly. Mr Clark mouth dropped slightly. “What?!”

Michael said, frowing. The Duke gave a deep sigh. He knew his son wasn't happy with this arrangement, and he saw himself as a bad father for not giving his son the happiness he deserved. Rather, he was helping Michael rope into a loveless alliance. The duke leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach. "Michael." Michael glanced at his father. "Yes?" The older man exhaled deeply. "If you do not want to marry Daphne, you do not have to."

"You don't keep traitors beside you, Duke? Then, what do you call your parents? Aren't they traitors too?" "Leave, woman!" Duke shouted while looking straight at me. "Just f*cking leave!" "You're unbelievable, Duke! How dare you plan to change me and remarry with Tiffany?! She was the reason why I almost lost our child! Don't you really care for our son—"

My dad smiled at this moment. “It's a she, so you should put in more effort. I heard she's the best among her peers. You're my very best, do everything possible to win her, even if you have to use your charms. See ya!” My dad stormed out of my office, way before I could ask further questions. “Oh boy! This is what it means to be the Duke of Cadenza and the son of the number one business tycoon in the country.” “Osas, rather than spewing gibberish, how about you help me with this, huh?”

I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into. “A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.” I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looked tired.