Novel & Cerita The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious

Silence suffocated the air as Matteo, the eldest son of the most dangerous mafia king, stood at the corner of the lounge watching his father, Gonzales, who sat dominantly with a stern face. He parted his lips and said, "I want Marcus to get married to one of the maids working for us since I didn’t see a reasonable lady around Marcus," he said firmly. Gonzales, who sat elegantly in his dimly lit bedroom, turned to face his son with a raised brow, clearly caught off guard.

" N-No , please I don't want to..." " Drag her out too ," I ordered and walked out without giving a fuck about Noah's curses. He can scream as much as he wants. Because after the assembly I'll kill him. Marquis de Sade had already called the elders of both packs in the courtroom. Unfortunately the Shadowed pack is no royalty. Just like other packs in the empire Shadowed pack was. My father used to be the count of small land. But because of our direct serving to the previous emperor [ Martina's father] my father got promoted to Marquis.

“My son never did know what to do with a cunt like this.” One of the older brothers—Marcus, the one who always brought expensive wine to holiday dinners—leaned over and spat on my clit, then rubbed it in with two rough fingers. “She’s dripping, Dad. Look at that. Married to our little brother for three years and still this greedy.”

Maybe that’s why he never showed any concern for me. "The Marquis went back on his deal ever since he found out you're the worst kind of bastard. He's offering more than I can give, so I've decided you'll be your sister's handmaiden. At least you should be useful. You owe me this for your illegitimacy," he said, his face twisted with disgust. I tried to hold back my tears, no matter how much it hurt.

’ and then I would not be able to get my revenge again. Elijah burst into another set of laughter at my trembling body, “Don't worry, I'm not going to ask someone to go off with your head if that's what you're thinking.” He said, making me go red in the face. “I… I'm sorry.” I squealed. But, from what I heard, the oldest son of the Delacroix family was a bald headed old man with a big stomach, he wasn't as handsome as this, and tall. The other one was rather short. Rumours, they really could destroy a person, I never had the chance to search for a picture of him due to everything that was happening in the past.

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.”