The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

"You don’t know who Justin Hunt is?" I shook my head. Her eyes widened as though I’d just confessed to being from another planet. "You don’t know?" she repeated, incredulous. "He’s one of the richest men in the world! And his son, Noah, is the reason maids can’t last more than two months in that house." I stayed quiet, absorbing her words as she continued, her frustration pouring out.

"He wouldn't listen to me. He said Miss Blackwood was playing hard to get, just putting on an act to make him jealous." Vincent waved his hand dismissively, his voice carrying dark amusement: "Charge the venue fee as usual. I'm not like certain people who use a woman's money to please other women, making the bride pay for her own wedding." His eyes fixed on Marcus with predatory intensity. "What kind of shamelessness is that?" Marcus flushed deep red from the sarcasm, but still looked at me with desperate hope: "Catherine, are you really going to marry someone else? After everything we've been through together?"

Luca laughed — that same bitter sound from the hallway — and slapped her ass hard. "Once we're married I'll just fuck whoever I want," he said. "She'll sit there and smile like a good Luna. That's what she was built for." I stood there and watched him. Watched his face — that entitled, careless expression, like nothing he did would ever have a consequence. And I waited for the pain. I waited for my wolf to rear up and howl. She didn't.

"He lied to you.He loves me and our sons." "Oh Sage."She muttered."You so naïve and ignorant.Bruno only married you for the sake of his sons,he never loved you he wanted what was best for his sons and he thought by marrying you he'd fulfill that but unfortunately he can't anymore,he's tired of pretending whenever he's with you when all he wants is to be with me." "You lying I don't believe you." "Where do you think I got this from."She touched the cross around her neck. "He found it lying outside Hugo's room after finding you in bed with him."

Rio said, angrily clenching his fists tightly and biting hard at his lower lips, “Mom please I’m in no mood for this, I’m already behind time and I honestly don’t need a constant reminder of the curse I’m stuck with”. He said, giving Stacie the I meant what I said stare. Stacie who all this while was quiet at Rio's outburst started a fake cry episode uttering inaudible words between sobs. You’re calling my only granddaughter a curse she said in between sobs. I’m sure Sarah would not be happy with you now for calling her daughter a curse.

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.

"I'm not yet done with you. Why are you leaving? You don't want to hear the truth? That Alas is regretting buying himself a whore and making it his wife?" I gnashed my teeth and fisted my fingers. "Let's say that you're a good fuck. Except that, what else can you bring to the table? Nothing, right? Alas is a Czar, he has an organization to protect. He needs a wife, a Czarina that comes from a powerful family who could protect and strengthen him too, obviously, that's not you!" Aria taunted and pushed her finger against my head, unlike our first encounter. I couldn't find the strength to fight back.

His eyes widened in shock, but there was no hint of remorse, no iota of repentance in those cobalt blue orbs. “I didn’t disturb the both of you. I allowed you to have your fun. I just wanted to have mine too.” He stomped across the room, over to where I sat and grabbed me by my neck. It happened so fast, I could almost make no sense of the movement. “You would not speak to me in that manner, do you understand me, Lyra? You went to have fun? Fun?! When you can no longer have children?! You should be in the temple crying your eyes out for mercy from the moon goddess, not parading yourself around the city like the fucking prostitute you are!”

"I understand, Mother." But from an angle only I could see, he shot me a provocative look. A few days later, Father returned to the manor. He stood there, his face stern as he looked at the room full of strapping sons. Then, he closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate. These days, who in the capital didn't know that the Marquis of Eterna's estate was blessed with an abundance of heirs? Nine sons, and all of them were his by blood!

"I need to have a word with your teacher." Matteo looked at me, hesitating. "Go on, Matt," I said, not wanting the child to be involved in this dirty business. "Go ask Franco for some cookies." Matteo reluctantly left. The moment the door closed, the fake smile on Marco's face vanished, replaced by a predatory, possessive greed. "My patience has run out, Jules." He advanced on me, like a cat cornering a mouse. "Did you think you were safe hiding in Dante's estate?" he sneered. "This is my territory too. I'm about to become the son-in-law here."