The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood in the center of their private gathering, heart hammering as three pairs of predatory eyes devoured me. First was Marco Rossi, the eldest—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and midnight hair. His tailored black suit hid a body forged in violence, and his dark gaze promised control. “Beautiful,” he murmured, circling me slowly. His fingers trailed along my bare shoulder, sending unwelcome sparks through my blood. “Your father was a fool, but his daughter… she has potential.”

Marquis William, already suffocating with frustration, couldn’t hold back his anger and stiffened his neck as he spoke. Count Croyso glared fiercely and declared, "Your Majesty, the truth is now clear—Marquis William has defamed my daughter. I implore you to uphold justice! If not, I will not let this matter rest!" "Your Majesty, Count Croyso is threatening you! Such insolence must not go unpunished!" Marquis William seized the opportunity to argue.

This was more fab e ought to bring the Marquis out of his thoughts and if not for the fact that he was well trained to always conceal his true feelings, he would have jumped out of his skin at the voice of his butler. This was just how deep he was in his thoughts. “It is as you say. I am can not help but be fascinated that this mere pup knows more about the world that he must have let on. The last time Taft I met him at the engagement of the duke’s daughter and the crown prince, he looked like nothing more than a pathetic child as he cling on to the skirt of his mother but I think that may all have been an act in order for him to verify his safety while living in such a hellish place” the Ma

“Those mongrels needed reminding of their place. Watching our banquet; such nerve, right honey?” Father cuts his steak with perfect precision. “Wasn’t that task Vegha’s responsibility?” Marquis freezes mid-bite. He hides it well, but Father’s shadow is long, and his mate isn’t strong enough to shield him. I scoff softly, and take a bite of steak. “They used some sort of strange object, made it difficult to trace,” Marquis speaks up, an attempt to defend himself. But I know that's what Father hates the most, as he sets down his cutlery with a soft clink that cracks the silence wide open.

He took some moment before accepting her call. *** “Don’t forget why did I forget our ages-old rivalry and got you married to Sebastian!” Larisa hears her father’s commanding voice. “Don’t let Genovese’s mess up make you forget why you married Sebastian.” Larisa gulped a knot in her throat. “I’ve heard you’ve become friends with his mistress. Is that true?” “Sh-She is not a mistress. She is a mother of his child.” She corrected him. “Larisa, are you stupid?” His father mocked. “You should be against that fucking bitch and that bastard! You’re a Mafia princess, stop behaving like a pathetic wife!”

From Rosimeire's expression, it seemed like something troubling, one more reason for me not to insist, but I did anyway, as it could be something concerning me. "Lais, what do you think about a walk in the garden?" She extended her arm, and I nodded, accompanying my future mother-in-law out of the dining room and onto a stone path through the grass and numerous flowerbeds. "In recent years, Marco has had a few affairs and has been involved with countless women, but none were as dangerous as Donatella Rossi. I hated her from the first moment I saw her, always with her father, at one of the mafia family gatherings. She's the kind of woman as cold as a snake and often proved to be even more dan

Marquis's way and said, "Chloe has not agreed. That was my father's stupid decision. It has nothing to do with her!" "Are you blaming the elders for what you don't want to admit? Good job, boy..." Mrs. Marquis was mad with anger, and at this time, she didn't care whether it was in public or not. She said loudly and agitatedly, "Let me tell you, no matter what you say today, Chloe Hyatt is the future daughter-in-law of the Marquis family. It's useless no matter what you say." The more she acted like this, the more rebellious Howard became. He sounded harsh too. "Who do you think you are? Do you think everything will go as your words?"

he told her in a husky voice as he smoothed her hairs with a mesmerized gaze, “But of course you would only be pleased to be in that position of power.” He could clearly see the fire in her eyes as she stared up at him. Her resolve was wavering at his change in demeanor, but he still found himself pleased to see her. “Why did you call me here? It must be fun to pull strings like this in others life.” Laylin hissed at him, and Ambrose shrugged before humming in agreement. She wasted no time in throwing the letter he sent her on the desk. Ambrose lazily eyed the letter. “The Marquis is a suspicious person and how you get along with her only makes me wary,” Ambrose tutted, “But I don’t plan to

His arm tightened slightly around my waist, and I felt a strange combination of safety and heat rush through me. “Don’t cross me, Livia,” he continued, his voice now sharper, commanding. “Even your husband can’t interfere with this, so what makes you think you can?” Livia’s face was a mask of fury and disbelief. “Out of all the things you’ve done… this is the worst! She’s inexperienced, too young… insignificant for you!” Marcus’ lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “I’m still young. I’ve never married. I’ve never had a child. And now I’ve decided to change that.”