Arcadia Lux Novels & Stories

“A major luxury company is throwing an anniversary gala. Very high profile. Big budget. But we have to submit a design proposal before the end of the day.” Lucia leaned forward, intrigued. “What company?” Miriam scrolled to the bottom of the brief. “Cavallo Luxe.” Lucia's brow frowned. She stared at the name, her fingers suddenly cold. Cavallo Luxe. She didn’t say anything for a moment. Her eyes drifted to the window, distant and unreadable. Miriam watched her carefully. “Is something wrong?” “No,” Lucia said quietly. “I know the name, that’s all.” Cavallo Luxe is a fashion design company owned by Mike's grandfather.

ARIA “Keep your chin pointed straight up, Luna.” The makeup artist tapped a soft brush against my cheekbone. Stepping backward, she admired her work with a tight, highly nervous smile. Turning my head slowly, I looked out the massive bay window of the guest bedroom. Night had fallen over the pack territory. Down below in the sprawling courtyard, a literal sea of luxury cars was pooling. Shiny black SUVs, sleek silver sports cars, and stretched limousines jammed the frozen driveway. Elite Alphas and wealthy dignitaries poured out of the expensive vehicles, wearing tailored tuxedos and dripping in diamonds.

I was not certain but he wasn't really a fan of cameras, plus he owned this place. "Over the years there's been no actual skincare products that were made without chemicals, Even the ones that were made didn't work properly for the skin but OLAD company have managed to look aside every other company's idea and maintain customers skin with their 'all in one' products.." he kept talking but I stopped listening. Many people were now murmuring about OLAD company, judging it but it didn't make me nervous. Not anymore. We deserved the best award. "Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Mrs Adele Smith and her daughter, Ola Smith" The moment those words were said. I stood up in pride and held my mom

“You... what?” Kara demanded, her voice rising before she could hide it. Adrian could only let out a slow breath. “Come on, why are you making such a fuss over something so small?” “Small?” Kara stared at him in disbelief. “Giving Tara a luxury apartment at Golden Palace, and you call that small?” Adrian immediately moved to soothe the woman he loved. He rubbed her shoulder gently, apologized more than once, then said, “Think of it as a final gift, and a token of gratitude for all her help. At least I know how to repay a debt.”

Then, just as we pulled into a gated, private hotel lot, he smirked, the mischief flickering back into his eyes like a lighter snapping to life. "They'll find out soon enough." Adrian's penthouse was the entire top floor. Sleek. Cold. Too big for one person—but somehow it suited him. All steel, glass, and sharp lines, like a place that didn't expect anyone to stay long. I set my bag down awkwardly near the door, feeling wildly out of place. "How can you even afford this?" I blurted before I could stop myself, gesturing around at the absurd luxury. Adrian shot me a look like I'd asked if water was wet. "Money, Crybaby. You know, the one thing Laurents actually handed out without strings."

“They only gave a codename. Ghostspeak.” She exhaled smoke slowly. “Charming.” Hotel Kronenhof — Suite 18F Zurich didn’t scream power. It whispered it. The penthouse reeked of luxury — brushed steel, chrome, a skyline view that cost more than most countries’ debt. Amara sat in the suite’s shadowy corner. Luca stood at the glass wall, staring out at the Alps. “You’re quiet,” she said. “I’m trying not to think.” “That’s dangerous.” “I know.”

All at the expense of Isolde, who had lost her baby in an unfortunate accident. "I..I can explain!" Adrian breathed out, an erratic look in his eyes as he grabbed Isolde by her shoulders, panic overcoming his very being. "Explain what? What are you talking about? The Luxor is owned by Matteo’s great-grandfather, remember? And he took you to the Waldorf restaurant for your first date, don't you remember, Aria?" Isolde turned from Adrian and back to Aria as she explained what she meant.

So I swallow the lump in my throat and say, “Built upon a land once owned by the Virtus family—.” Papa’s smile freezes. I ignore it and increase the volume of my voice. “—Lux City is a premier entertainment for the elite.” Papa is frowning in disapproval, his stare cautioning my word choice, and so I nod and add, increasing in speed with each word, “50 gaming tables, 150 presidential suites with an in-built pool and jacuzzi, 3 four-Michelin star restaurants, a golf course, an alpine ski resort….” The slides reel as fast as my words.

“But I’d like to.” Something about the way he said it made warmth creep unexpectedly into her chest. Dangerous. She needed to stay focused. Intel first. Attraction later. Or preferably never. Luciano walked toward another section of the penthouse, motioning for her to follow. “You like cars?” he asked casually. Amara stepped into the next room— and nearly stopped walking. Luxury cars. Three of them. Inside the penthouse garage itself. “You’re joking.” Luciano looked entirely amused by her reaction.

“Not unless you want to wait a decade for the world to catch up. You’ve tripled growth in a year. Impressive. But it’s a flame. I’m offering wildfire.” I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. “Let’s hear it.” He slid a sleek folder across the table. Black leather, gold-embossed logo: NovaLux. “The merger,” he said smoothly. “Full-scale. House of Amara becomes NovaLux’s artisan flagship. We’ll handle manufacturing, global distribution, tech integration. Your designs get amplified. Layla’s brand becomes the face of a global rebrand. Overnight, you’re in Paris, Milan, Dubai—hell, we’ll launch in Lagos if you want. And you—”