Jason Lannister Family Tree นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Monica Lannister walked towards Addison, she picked her up and dusted her dress. “Are you okay?” Asked Monica Lannister. Looking at her, Addison couldn't help but tense up. Different questions burned her heart, it was as though she hadn't heard Monica Lannister well. “Come with me.” Monica held Addison’s hand and walked out of the school. ^Did Monica Lannister just help Addison Leighton? ^She called her daughter-in-law, does this mean Addison Leighton and the only heir to the Lannister empire would be together?

Why was life so unfair to me? Jason was Lana's fiance.

“Wow! What a saint. Your love truly knows no bounds.” Renee’s face instantly darkened, and my mother-in-law, Lillian Wright, looked confused. Even though she never liked me, she knew I was not someone who spoke nonsense. “What do you mean by that?” pressed Lillian. After all, this concerned the Carter family’s bloodline. She could not afford to be careless. It was only now that she seemed to realize that Jason had never actually confirmed anything himself. She had simply assumed. Before I could respond, Jason hurriedly grabbed his mother’s arm. “Don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s just trying to stir up trouble. Let’s go.”

I interjected, feeling sick to my stomach at the revelation. "I don’t care, he was my father and I took a vow which I will honour no matter what," Jason declared, his dark eyes locking with mine. "Why didn’t Archer ever tell me about this?" I demanded, my shoulders tensing as Jason approached. "Because I spent years cultivating a good relationship with the Lancasters, so that they never doubt me," he confessed, his movements making me instinctively retreat. "They will obviously know you’ve kidnapped me. So this is barely a fool proof plan," I pointed out, my fear escalating as Jason outlined his scheme.

"Once you're married to her, the Lancaster will hand over their entire company to you. It's Sophie's inheritance, but since you're going to be her husband, you'll be the one running it." "I can run yours too." Jason cut in. "I'm your heir after all. It's mine." Jason was deliberately doing this to rile Christian up. I knew it. And with Christian's explosive temper, it was only a matter of time before he took the bait. Fortunately, Maverick handled it perfectly. "We've discussed this already, Jason." He said, his tone irritable. "You're not my only heir. Christian is my son. The inheritance falls to him too."

She stood toe-to-toe with him now, the difference in height meaningless as her presence eclipsed his. “You don’t believe me? Then allow me to make it crystal clear.” She lifted a hand, and James brought up a digital projection on the wall. The massive screen lit up with a family tree. “Look closely. This is the **real** Yuncey family line. Starting with the patriarch, Clayton. He had two children—Miles and Alexandra. “Miles is your line. Timothy’s father. You, Quill, are the eldest son of the main house. Douglas, your son, is the first grandson.”

It was like being stared at by a predator—cold-blooded and terrifying. Trying to suppress his unease, Bard forced a sneer. “Layson Norman, right? No need to remind me she’s your woman.” Hearing that, Jason’s face twitched, the corners of his eyes wrinkling so hard they could strangle a mosquito. He frowned and barked, “You brat from the Campell family, are you high? Coming to the Evans family and acting like this?” Bard’s face turned green. Sure, the Campell family had stronger domestic ties, but Jason’s empire was overseas and deeply intertwined with their business abroad. If he screwed this up, his mother would probably ship him off again for more ‘training.’ And Bard definitely didn’t wan

Jason couldn’t breathe. Every blink replayed the same scene, Asher holding Ivy, arms wrapped around his Ivy. His chest tightened until he thought his ribs might crack. “How dare he touch her…” Jason whispered, voice hollow, vibrating with a fury that had lived in him for years. “She’s mine. She has always been mine.” The memories hit him like fists. Asher Cole, the golden heir. Jason’s cousin. His father’s older brother’s son. The son of the man who inherited everything.

At least, not yet. I needed answers. I grabbed my phone and dialed the only person who could help me. The call connected after two rings. “Victor,” Mason’s deep voice answered. “I need an update on Damian Lannister.” Mason let out a low hum. “I’m still digging, but here’s what I’ve got so far. His father, Jack Lannister, was a different kind of businessman—ruthless, feared, and well-connected. He controlled half the real estate sector before he mysteriously disappeared.”

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and