The Marquis Eldest Son Novels & Stories

"I see. Is that why we're cooking the feast right now?' Emily asked as the Cook was nodding. "Yes! It has been a long time since the marquis was admitting anyone. Not after the accident that caused his parents," the Cook said in a sad tone as Emily was nodding at her. She can sense that the household was grieving over the late marquis and marchioness of Kain until the current marquis, Dorian Hassildor, took their place.

**Aria's Pov** "You're getting married," my father informed, his voice a cold contrast to what one would expect from a father. "Sir?" I asked, my heart pounding like a war drum against my chest and my eyes widening in shock. Though I heard him loud and clear, I couldn't believe what came out of my father's mouth. "You heard me," he continued, looking up from the papers on his desk. "You'll get married to Vincenzo, the son of Richard Don. Nicholas in about two months,"

Marco shifted in his bindings, a slow grin spreading across his face despite the situation. A laugh escaped him. Low. Mocking. “Well,” Marco said, adjusting himself as much as the restraints allowed, “he’s not wrong.” His gaze flicked toward their father, then back to Emilian. “Father should have never chosen Amber for you.” Emilian didn’t react. Marco’s smile widened. “Is she too much for you, brother?” A pause. Then— “For the first time, the youngest son has failed to surpass his bride.” His tone turned almost amused.

He laughed. "I don't know, will you tell me?" I spoke out as I held my arms up while Mistress Romano sewed the side of my pearl-white dress closed. "If it is what you wish," Emiliano rang out as he took the safety pins from his mouth. "My father is Marquis Jules Monet of St. Germaine, he had a love of Italy. As a boy, he developed a friendship with a pen pal Duca Maximo Romano of Lake Gardens, so as they got older my father brought his twin sister, Oceane, for a visit," He stood up as he moved onto Killian's cream-colored shirt. "On their arrival in Italy, my father found his mate in his friend's younger sister, Bianca, my mother and The Duke found his mate with my father's twin sister, Ocea

"I'm sorry." "Thank you. As you would say, he is with God now, and I am sure he is happy." She raised her eyes to his again, and he loved the way her dark lashes framed those bright-blue eyes, almost the color of turquoise. "And you? One brother? Or do you have more?" She had banished the ghosts of her past again, amazing him with her strength. "I have several siblings. My oldest brother, Lucien, is the Marquess of Rochester. He's thirty-three. My brother Avery is younger than me by two years. He's twenty-seven. And then there's Linus, who is twenty-one, and Lysandra is nineteen."

If not for Zion's scandal this time, he probably wouldn't have come out and gotten involved. However, the son had caused him not be able to enjoy the blessings of happiness even if he was seventy or eighty years old. Deon led Sir Marquez over to the sofa to sit down. The rest of them also sat down on the sofa. Elizabeth sat at the very back, facing Shirley directly. Opposite her was Ronald, with his legs crossed and a mobile phone in hand, looking a little relaxed. That's right. Sir Marquez was going to deal with the matter of the Second Branch today. As the eldest grandson of the First Branch and the heir to Marquez family, Ronald only wanted to watch a good show.

Are there any other children in the family apart from me? The butler spoke to me with a smile and in a tone meant for teaching children: 'You should have already met the Duke's son, Master Elio. You must address him as your elder brother. There is also a Mademoiselle Claire, the Duke's eldest daughter. Elio? This... Elio Nager? The butler just thought I was familiarising myself with the pronunciation of the name. He gave a few more instructions and then left, leaving me frozen in the room.

Now that the youngest brother is married already, it should be the high time for the eldest brother to get married soon before the lady of honour gives any heir to the family. Cause likewise the order would imbalance also it would most likely to confuse the ranks in the mafia, the heir should be master Leonardo's son in fact, cause the throne first belonged to him. It is the law, it is the order! "Why is it so?" Master Leonardo questioned blankly clearly not wanting to drag the matter more further, such a discussion was raised by a mere joke. And the former throne holder hated the mention of marriage. He didn't wanted to be the part of any topic related the same because he had no plans of th

replied the Marquis. "Naomi promises," said Naomi. The Marquis ordered the bodyguards and servants to bring the best physician for Naomi to recover quickly. He loved all his children, but the son who would be his successor could no longer be expected to behave. All this time his wife and son had deceived him. Passing on the family to Jenifer was impossible so the only one he hoped for was Naomi. "Father, Naomi is a daughter and is getting married. She can't be the successor of the family," Nevan said.