The Marquis Eldest Son Novels & Stories

It was not in vain that he doted on his treasures. “How does eldest brother get to be the main character, and I only get to be the helper?” Neil wasn’t convinced, “Look… tell me how godfather lost to this loafer…” Neil slapped the back of Marcus’s head; he looked like his tail had poked the skies, like a proud peacock. Neil put his face in front of Emm as he started to highlight his advantages “Godfather is much more handsome than your eldest brother. He is the most eligible bachelor around…”

"Remember that situation that happened twenty-five years ago. Involving one of the men and his wife from the council." “LC! No! You know that is never to be said or discussed. It is forbidden on all levels even to mention it!" Marquis says in a stern and cold voice. “I know, but...” “No buts, LC, this ends here!" "Her daughter is in my mansion Marquis,” I say gruffly. "Her blood is better than her mother’s, and you know her mother was exquisite. She tastes triple times better than her mother. She’s like a fucking disease you wish you could spread all over your body. Like the fucking plague." I am shaking my head as I close my eyes.

I almost stiffened when he was with someone—that someone I did not want to deal with at this timeline again. "I would like to introduce you to Warren Porter, the eldest son of Marquis and Marchioness Porter and the next head of the House of Porter," he said in a calm yet cold tone as he ushered that man to be in front of me. "Young Lord Porter, this is my eldest daughter. Her name is Dominixe Lilith Cantavalle. She is running as the heir candidate in my household." Warren removed his hat and placed it on his chest before gently bowing his head. "Please to meet you, Lady Dominixe."

Gonzales, who sat elegantly in his dimly lit bedroom, turned to face his son with a raised brow, clearly caught off guard. "Why would you bring up such a suggestion?" he asked slowly, his tone stern and questioning. Matteo stepped forward. "You know it’s our family tradition — as the first son, I have the right to choose a bride for my younger brother. And I’ve made my decision. Marcus isn’t getting any younger." Gonzales leaned back slightly, intrigued now, as he glared at his son, perplexed. It was true Marcus wasn’t getting younger, but doesn’t this feel so sudden?

I struggled to break free from Denise as I said with a cold expression, “From the day that you eloped, the marquis has already removed your name from the family tree. You no longer have anything to do with this family.” Denise chuckled. “Our grandfather only did that out of anger. William is the only heir of his title. How would he actually remove William from the family tree?” William also looked smug. “I’ll be the only person who’ll inherit the marquis title.” I placed a hand over my belly and said coldly, “From now on, you’re no longer the only heir. My child is also an heir of the marquis.” Initially, I thought that I had made myself very clear.

He was disgusted with this useless son who only knew how to draw, but because of the complicated relationships in the aristocracy, he was forced to force this son to do as he pleased. He just wished that his son Marco was like his brother Jason, who was both tactful and well-spoken, good at politics and able to build relationships with other nobles. As for Marco, except for drawing pages and wandering the streets, he was of no use. "Marco, this is Marrila, lady of the Lorenzo family. Marrila, this is Marco, my youngest son." Marrila is a haughty and beautiful blonde, she slightly extended her hand and greeted Marco.

"Then we work together. I'll assess her. Make sure the conditioning is holding. Make adjustments if needed. But gently. Without sending her back. And you—you stay close. Keep her grounded. Keep her present. Keep her from shattering completely." "Agreed." "And Dante?" "Dante does whatever the fuck he wants. Like always. But if he tries to hurt her again—if he tries to use her like that again—I'll kill him. Boss or not. Sister or not. I'll end him." Isabella's expression went cold. Arctic. "You'll do no such thing." Atlas blinked. "What?" "You will not threaten my son. You will not speak of killing him. You will remember your place." Isabella stepped closer. Voice deadly calm. "Dante is my son

An old man, together with two younger and fit men who wear the same black suit, suddenly walked out of a black jaguar not far from where they stood. "W-what does he need?" Carlos didn't expect his father's men would show up in such a place. He knew something big happened because it was the first time his father ordered his right-hand man to find him. "Unfortunately, he didn't tell me. He only asked us to find you for some important matter," he answered as he bowed his head a little. "By the way, I'm glad to see you again, young Martin," the old man added right after, raising his head again.

Nevertheless, the man continued, “Right before they would reach eighteen, the oldest had already known he would not take the throne and thus thought of having to speak with the youngest to allow him to take a part of the territory” He let out a scornful laugh before adding,“ As expected, the youngest refuses and on the sick bed of the leader, he blessed the younger son and made him Alpha”. “ The oldest couldn't bear the shame of knowing he would not be king and eventually left the Pack, but vowed that he would return one day and take it forcefully”. The rogue then proceeded to let Alpha Ryder know that the younger son in the story is Alpha Rodriguez. Not letting him think more about it, the

But this position was already taken over by the Eldest Son of La Vernize, the eldest brother of Delorah's father. She still holds great power and even though she no longer interferes with the business of the Marquis, she still stood a very high position in society. Everyone still respects the old Marchioness. "Grandma, can I see the garden tomorrow?" Delorah asked. Since she's already in her grandma's territory, she's spoiled rotten. Unlike her mother, she's not allowed to bask in the sun or walk longer.