The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Mga Nobela at Kwento

That man who established a lot of illegal products and operations around the empire? "What do you mean?" "Tutned out that baron was the son of the nanny that Marquis Viola treasured. I believe it'll be hard to suppress the marquis and he has a lot of assasins as well so ylur highness, let's not keep our pride for now. How about we release ths baron now? His majesty will definitely kill me if something happens to you" He said worriedly. Of course, I can understand very well where he's coming from because being associated from that man is the same as torturing yourself.

“You are calling me that again. Remember what happened in the office? Do you want that to happen again? You might end up losing your undergarment, Veronne.” “Stop kidding!” He sat beside me and gave me the glass. Ge poured liquor into our glasses. "What did my son tell you?” “It's about letting you own me for the rest of our lives. He said that he sacrificed for our love!” “Veronica, all we have to do is pray that Cupid should arrow his heart when he sees something in Margarette.” “If cupid is only a good archer.” “What?” “Nothing, Marcov. I said that, and I am sure he will see something good in Margarette.”

So it was said, Finn Delattre is an heir to the Delattre Family soon to be a marquis... Finn's father, Dylan Delattre the current marquis has many mistresses, that is why Finn's mother died due to a heart attack when her husband took a slave as his wife. Since then, Finn grows up hating his father and his affairs. In the home of Delattre, Finn was considered the problem yet a villain child who tormented his younger siblings because they were his father's mistresses children.

What can we even expect from a man who betrayed my father behind his back? "Niccolò, why did you shoot someone, even on your own wedding day?" Mr. Marino asked. I guess he is the same man who once came to our mansion to meet Dad. Such a cowed man. He accepted Niccolò as the next leader so easily. "No one dares to look at my wife with dirty intentions, and if anyone dares, then they will meet his fate." his voice was threatening, which made everyone present there rooted on their place. His arms tightened around my waist, which was now painful as I couldn't handle the grip anymore. Sensing my discomfort, he loosened up his grip and caressed my waist with his palm to soothe the pain.

“Two women who ran from me. Two women who thought they could protect what I left behind. And yet… here you are. Still in my palm.” His soldiers pressed in closer, their circle tightening around us. Lucien staggered beside Marcus, blood still dripping from his wounds, but his grin was vicious. Bastien lurked behind him, his knife twirling idly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “Dad!” My voice ripped through the clearing, raw with desperation. “You’ll kill him! You’ll kill your own son!” Marcus tilted his head, amusement flashing across his features. “Kill him? No, little bride. I’ll save him. Mold him. He’ll thank me one day when he realizes weakness has no place in my family.”

I thought he was ugly, only to find out now that he was so handsome," She muttered, breathlessly. "Aunt, don't let looks deceive you. He's the devil and he's very arrogant." "Forget that Zara, as long as he's this handsome. If only I was your age I would marry him instead of you. Zara tell me now how is he in bed? My goodness, I'm sure he's a beast in bed," aunt squealed, and I immediately covered her mouth before someone heard our conversation. "Aunt stopped asking, I don't know, we haven't had sex yet."

I gasp as he smashes his fist in the coffee table causing the glass to break. "I'm gonna kill when I found out who did this," He said, he was not looking at me I smirk a little but instantly back to my afraid and confuse facade when he turns to face me again. "Give me the time I'll fix this huh? Don't leave me, Mina I am begging you," He said, I just bowed my head a little, he kisses my forehead before he left the room. I crossed my arms into my chest, smirking while listening to the newscaster's words. 'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children'

“An ignorant child who has just set foot into a half-step to the other shore is already so arrogant! In the future, you’re bound to run rampant without paying any heed to us!” “Today, we’ll teach you a lesson and let you know that there’s a bigger world out there!” With that said, the four half-steps were about to rush in and kill Philip! “How dare you?!” Suddenly, Marquis Fulmore and the other four marquises flew into the sky and stood next to Philip! “Wayward King! Are you going against this country?” Marquis Fulmore looked at a vivacious old man across from him. The old man was dressed in rough linen, but his face was ruddy and his spirit was strong like a sword unsheathed!

"Rosa, I am not forcing you to do anything. I just think that, perhaps, you could learn to love my grandson or at least my family. You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman who can do anything. But I only want you to be safe within our family, and the only way to ensure that is for you to marry my grandson." "I just..." Rosa trailed off, thinking carefully about her words. "I don’t want to feel like I am settling for someone just because it is what you want. I don’t want to be set up, especially since I already have a child. But I will consider it. After all, you have been part of my mother’s family for years, and my son needs a father figure." "Thank you for considering, Rosa. Do not wor

“Women are for our pleasure. We the men aren’t wired to be tied to just one partner. Variety is the spice of life.” Memories surfaced. Ugly ones that made my hands clench inside my pockets. “Convenient philosophy,” I exhaled. “For men who can’t stay faithful.” He held my gaze. He took another slow drag of his cigar. Then tossed it to the floor and crushed it under his shoe as if the conversation had already ended. “Come. I’ll introduce you to my wife.” Marco shifted slightly behind me. I followed. The corridor was quiet—classic paintings lined the walls. Most of them bought at auctions.