Novel & Cerita The Count's Youngest Son Is A Player

Greetings, I said. "This is Kaden, my youngest son, who is twenty years old. Your fiance is the older person." Tony remarked as he observed me. Fiancé. The strange phrase continued to play through my head as I realized my fate, shocking me once more. Fuck. I tried to run but I'm unable to.

Dad said out loud. Then all the boys came forward, except Zack. I still don't know where he is. "I'm Ryan, the last child of the family. I'm 13, and I hope we could be close friends, sissy. Also, can't wait to play all my games with you," Ryan says with a little jump, making me giggle quietly. "I'm Leo, the first child of the family. I'm 31, and it's nice to meet you again," Leo said, but he didn't look happy.

"Oh, come on. You're just afraid that your son can't handle the blow, so you want to take it step by step. Truly, I can't sense your sincerity at all.’ Chloe sneered. After researching Callum online, she discovered that he held the prestigious title of count from a young age and had married the most favored princess of the royal family. They had spent the last twenty years together and were blessed with a son and a daughter. It seemed unlikely that he would willingly recall the past and the mistreatment her mother had endured.

I was rather submissive. We started to walk and each one remained silent. I decided to break the silence. - Say, how is your girlfriend? - Fine, thanks. And your boyfriend? - I don't have one! - All right, then! You're still a little girl, so focus on your studies... Say, how old are you? - 17 years old. - That's it! - What about you? He did not answer. - I hope you've really changed and won't hurt anyone else.

His voice presented courtesy, but his glare stated a clear warning. The name Sariel mentioned was familiar. Leo told me about him. He was the eldest son of Count Faris Desai. Leo described him as an annoying, spoiled brat. Well, I would also add that he was a daring but intelligent player. His ostentatious laughter disarmed the tense situation between Sariel and the Princess, who was forced to hide her claws.

“He just turned 17. He's a bit like I used to be, and at times I still am. He's quiet, soft-spoken, shy, and very sweet. But he likes to keep to himself. Do you see that young man over there?” He pointed to a man talking to Damian, Xavier, and Theo. He looked nothing like Cassian. “Yes. What about him?” “He's my oldest son. His name is Abraham.” I studied Lucian for a moment before looking at his son. Abraham is as tall as Damian, but his body is bigger, broader, and more muscular than the Beta's. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, but the angel ignored my question and continued talking. Lovely!