Baron Lacroix Novels & Stories

If she had known, she could’ve done more, or less, she supposed depending on her feelings concerning the matter. She turned to the man at her left, her supposed fiancé. He nodded to the gentleman across the table with whom he engaged in conversation. Fara regarded him beneath the cover of her eyelashes. He wasn't tall, yet his looks held a peculiar innocence. He seemed rather young for a suitor, perhaps a couple of years above twenty, but well-endowed financially. Le Croíx was a known name in La Rochelle, and rumors that the family had ties to the crown. Her uncle had chosen him, she supposed, because he was among society's elite in France. Beyond that, she knew nothing else about him; howev

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”

Markus asked suspiciously, to him all of this seemed too good to be true, something must be going on which Baron doesn’t want him to know about. “You are a rather impatient man aren’t you, as I said, in return for all of this, you will not only leave my mate and I alone for the foreseeable future but, my name or the palace will not be linked with this invasion in any capacity. When asked where you sourced the weapons, claim you stole them from a supplier or crafted them yourselves. This invasion will be all you and I will know not a thing about it.” Baron said with a smirk while I stood in my spot more than impressed, he really does have a master of a mind if he was able to create that plan

"You're prioritizing other transactions over mine, is that it, Mr. Carilles?" "Y-you're mistaken, el señor…" "Calíel, who is Mr. Lacrose?" Uno asked coldly. "Mr. Lacrose is a major businessman in Asia involved in illegal human trafficking. He exports women and children to foreign countries for a high price," Santi replied. Mr. Carilles nervously swallowed. "And?" "And Mr. Carilles is secretly working for Mr. Lacrose, receiving a large commission," Uno said, causing Mr. Carilles to turn pale.

Nate growls and Lara frowns, “I don’t like this lady already.” Celine sighs, “My Grandfather, Faron, is a Baron of a small patch of land, he inherited his title and she married up. She wanted the same for her son, for him to ‘rise in social standing’, to bring her along with him, no doubt. But he met his Mate, my mum, and he really wanted to be a vintner. He made a name for himself, the wine we produce is sold all over the place. He is respected and held in high esteem on his own merits, not his father’s. She hates that.” Sammy scoffs,

"I'm Baron Tien. It's nice to meet you." She unconsciously held Baron’s hand while still staring at him. He lifted her hand near his lips and gently kissed it. Why is he looking so perfect? He looks like a prince, he has the same charms as what she used to see from Ryota, but one thing’s different and that he also acts like a prince. “Mr. Tien is one of the stockholders of MBS Asia Inc. He is an acting mentor and a model from Singapore,” Hero introduced Baron to Aurelie.

She took a step forward making her aunt yield back, when the main door suddenly bursts open, revealing the butler and the Baron. “What is this commotion!” The tipsy baron who just came back from a party shouted, making the servants tremble in fear that he will make a fuss and throw things again. This habit of the baron came to light when Veta discovered that the couple had embezzled a portion of Le Blanchet for their own interests. When she asked about it, both of them denied and told her off, making her like a naive child who knows nothing about business.

Leon said while they were very focused on watching the drama series on television. “Don't worry, Leon. Because she will discover it soon. You know that there's no secret that can't be revealed.” Baron said. He's a utility staff at the restaurant, and he simply glanced at Patrice, who was also staring at him also. “Why do you look at me like that?” highbrow the maiden said to him. But he just ignored her and just continued mopping the floor. Baron is one of Patrice's haters. It seemed as if it was constantly heating her up, and sometimes she even caught him looking at her.

Her father laughed which took her by surprise “This isn’t funny father” “Knowing the Baron and how ruthless he is, he is ready to take anyone down who goes against him and that includes any member of his family. They might not like who he has chosen but no one will dare to express their dislike openly because they are afraid of what he will do to them. The Baron isn’t just the second in command in Westland my dear, he is the one in command. Although he might be bowing down to the king, but we all know that he is incharge because he is the head of state while the king is just a ceremonial head. That young man who is just 26 years old is very powerful, so no one can stop him. If he crossed the

Men like Lance come here not only for perfection in their attire but for the assurance that what happens here will never slip into the outside world. The tailor himself, Marcel Leclair, is a man in his late fifties. He is compact, precise in movement, with a thin frame that seems designed for efficiency. His face is lined, not from weariness, but from years of intense concentration, his gray hair combed back neatly, his glasses sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose. Marcel has clothed men who ruled industries, politicians who shaped laws, and actors who dazzled the world. Yet, when Lance Vallerand walks through his door, Marcel treats him as though he is the pinnacle of his career. For Ma