Baron Lacroix Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was sitting on my favorite couch in a black jean and black shirt—the only color I had ever seen him wear—, legs crossed, cigarette in one hand, and the other hand flexing a gun carefully. Baron was a tall and big man. He was not fat per se, but all those large muscles and heavy-looking chest made him look bigger than most guys—Lucas excluded. He had chestnut brown curly hair, and otherwise his mean and murderous personality, he was a very handsome man with black eyes and a very pointed nose.

He seems in the good mood than the last time they met, "My, my. You are gets prettier now, my dear niece." Cecilia crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, knowing that his uncle was talking in a sarcastic tone. Then he asked Baron with a warm smile, "So, do you have any room here?" "Yes, Sir! Of course, we have. Please let me introduce myself. My name is Baron Howard Ambrose. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Lancia." Grant wrinkled his nose. "Ah, no, no. Just call me Grant." Baron nodded, "Then I will show you the room, Sir Grant."

"Oh, easy peasy! I'll handle this! Anything else my mentor asked?" "He simply said he needed the gift to be 'lavish enough.' That's all." "Lavish? Ha! You've come to the right person! No one knows 'lavish' like I do!" Baron ended the call and leaped to his feet with gusto. "He's gonna be richer than any of us in the future once he inherits his birthright, and then what do I have left to do to impress him and get on his good side? No time like today, Baron! Time to show them what real pomp means!"

"Your eyes are too pretty to be full of tears. It would be a pity if they got swollen. How about I cry on your behalf?" Timothy had come to the balcony and happened to see the woman who had piqued his interest at the auction earlier. Under the night sky, she looked beautiful and delicate as tears ran down her face. Her gown danced slightly in the breeze. He was mesmerized by her. Grace couldn't help but laugh at his teasing. She took the handkerchief and wiped her tears away. Timothy introduced himself. "Hello, my name's Timothy Donegan, the president of the Donegan Group. And you are?

“Yes... that handsome face and his aloof aura captivated many girls here, but he never entertained their advances.” “Haha, yes,” Chateau replied with a faint smile, avoiding Beatrice’s gaze to hide her unease. Beatrice took a sip of her tea before continuing, “And what does Leonard do for work now?” Chateau’s hand paused midair, the teacup hovering near her lips. She felt a pang of exhaustion at having to navigate yet another question requiring careful fabrication. Revealing the truth—that Leonard Hugues, once a quiet and well-mannered student, had grown into a notorious Marseille mafia leader—was out of the question. There was no telling how Beatrice might react, and Chateau wasn’t about to

"Alright, I'll take that, Miss." When the lady took the wine from the display rack to box and pack it, my eyes instinctively looked for Cedrick Miguel. I saw him talking to a salesman, and the latter was presenting him with a very expensive-looking wine. As the man stated, he chose a 1949 Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru.

Both of them turned to see that Lord Lacroix was sauntering over. Shamira hated the fact that Lacroix was pretty damn gorgeous in an annoying kind of way. His tux fit his six foot frame well, and his short black hair played well off his flawless pale complexion. Good-looking or not, she was convinced this man was evil beyond words, and her guard was up.

In front of me were the Bravado Billonaires all cladded in expensive suit designs, with other unknown guest. Royan smirked as he saw me, kylian licked his lips. As my eyes met Ethan, I could not help but remember the way I clinged to his arms. My cheeks burned as I looked away. "We'll need cupcakes and drinks for the guest" Maxton called out. "Be quick" Royan added, he looked so professional in a three piece suit The Bravado's were something else, I could see exactly why they were tagged as the most dangerous Billonaires.

His eyes immediately dipped—lower. Right down to my dick. A slow grin spread across my face. “Pervert.” Baron’s face flushed a deep red as he looked away quickly. I grabbed his chin and forced his gaze back to mine. “Don’t be shy.” “I’m not,” he muttered. “I’m just… aware. Of everything now.” My chest warmed, just slightly. But I kept my voice cool. “Lucien,” I began, “was Rodrigo’s right hand. By hierarchy, he should have inherited everything. The estate. The title. The power. The throne of Santa Nero.”

he announced, his voice devoid of emotion. Baron’s gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed on Marco with an unblinking stare. "Did you get the information about the lamb?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Marco nodded, his movements stiff and mechanical. yes, my lord…She's called Aurelia Montez." The baron's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as if the mere mention of her name was a personal affront. "Aurelia," he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tell me more."