The Marquis Eldest Son Novels & Stories

Marquis Vale desired to send his son and but the Earl was already planning to send his daughter. What was it if not using appearance to entice the man? "You're quite fast, old man. Do you want to see your grandchildren that fast?" I recall your daughter being only 16 years old." Marques Vale responded with scorn. "Unfortunately for you, you do not have a daughter who wishes to travel throughout the empire." Earl Frocov grinned as he observed Erik soothing his father. For years, Marquis Vale's greatest sorrow had been the lack of a daughter. When she watched the two old men assessing each other, Isla shouted, "Enough."

Whatever happens, we'll keep him quiet. Yes, we will – and the sooner he gets married, the better. Then he will calm down and begin to fulfill his obligations as my heir. Marco smiled. — I can't imagine you as nonno . I also couldn't see myself as a grandfather, but that didn't matter. — You won't be far behind me, not with Fabrizio's reputation. — Marco's eldest son was sixteen and slept with anything that had a pair of breasts. — Bite your tongue. I'm not ready to be that old.

Wonderful! On the way to the Royal Palace, Marie told me a great news: her big brother was getting married. I was very happy for her, although I thought he was still young. Even though the age of majority was 18 in Duaples, getting married as soon as you came of age was way too hasty. Well, that was just my opinion. However, he was not going to get married until his fiancée came of age, which was late next year. She was Marianne De Villon, one of the daughters of Marquis Armand De Villon and Marchioness Berthe De Villon, allies of the Amboise Auberjonois family. Marie explained to me that the two had known each other since they were children, but that they had never had any romantic feelings

The real danger is the children of Venanzio… the direct bloodline. Carlo Marchetti — the eldest, son of the first wife. His strong ideals and sense of justice have always prevented him from following his father's footsteps. Therefore, upon reaching the majority, he distanced himself from the family to the point of requesting to be excluded from the records. He was willing to give up noble blood and heritage, but Venanzio wouldn't allow it. Carlo married Lucia, who also took her husband's surname. They have two children: Thomas Marchetti and Elisa Marchetti, the last girl with a direct lineage.

The grandfather says that the girl him is going to set up an arranged marriage with is the one who was with grandfather Lee when he helped Haven. In return, Haven dedicated his life to becoming Grandpa Lee's son-in-law and he promised to take care of Grandpa Lee's family. Haven hides his real identity at the request of Lee's grandfather, so that the Lee family will not become the enemy's target when they find out that Haven is the son-in-law of the Lee family. Since then, Clark's figure as the God of War as a military leader in the nation of medicine disappeared. The nation of medicine lost the god of war, the national stronghold.

I was about to find the manager to ask, when Marcus approached with Josie: "The wedding venue is beautifully decorated. Josie loves it. I promised Josie I'd give her a wedding, so she'll never have to endure people's scorn again." "Don't worry, I'll still register the marriage with you. You'll be my legal wife, but I've decided to save myself for Josie. After marriage, I'll never touch you. If you want an heir in the future, you can have Josie bear one for you. After the wedding ends, Josie will be family anyway." I was so angry I nearly laughed. He wanted to directly give my ducal position to Josie and his child? "Marcus, I told you—I won't marry you. This wedding has nothing to do with you

I remained kneeling there, staring at the ripples in the dirty water around my legs. Mrs. Marazona. Bride. Tomorrow. Vincenzo Marazona. The dying devil of Italy. I had heard the stories. Everyone had. The ruthless eldest son of the Marazona dynasty. A man whispered about in business circles and dark corners. A man who ruined families with one signature. A man who had terminal cancer and no patience left for humanity. A man who did not believe in love. And tomorrow… I was supposed to belong to him. My lungs constricted.

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family," My mother said to me with full authority, her eyes piercing through mine. It didn't sound like she was asking for my opinion or approval, Instead, the look in her eyes gave me this threat that if I dared object or say a word, that would be the end of me. But, oh, right, I was a mute. I couldn't speak or say a word even if I wanted to.

After saying that, Maya turned her body back to the elevator and pressed the button, leaving Edward feeling torn between following his mother's footsteps or going after Adelia to give an explanation. He realized, however, that he had no explanation. He was well aware that he was the son of the Ofel family and that he was the main heir to the Ofel kingdom. From a young age, he had been taught to obey all of his father's orders. She had also learned that arranged marriages were the right of the parents. They would choose their future son-in-law, of course, from among the same social status. After a few minutes of silence, Edward decided to step into the elevator. Because he realized the risk h

He explained that the contract was made between the two families to ensure peaceful transfer of power and that she has no idea even that she is a mafia princess. He told me that because I was Nicodemus Robert Saint’s first born son I could marry her as soon as she turned eighteen. The words hit me hard. First born son, which meant I had a brother. He then showed me pictures of my brother and I was taken back by how much we looked alike. Except for his hair color and build, we were almost identical. “ This is your younger brother Alexander Robert Saint, he also has a contract of marriage to my granddaughter; however, I don’t believe him to be a suitable choice for a husband.