Arcadia Lux Novels & Stories

It was actually true. "What job opportunity?" "At a prestigious company, OLAD company. She's a worker there" that seemed to catch his attention. "That company belongs to Claudia Smith and her daughter, Ola Smith" he says and my heart started racing. I shouldn't have said that. "Yup and the pay is pretty good" I simply say. "Right" "Romeo its getting late, i gotta go. Thank you for the wonderful meal and the nice chat" "Let me at least get you a cab" he said, getting up to grab his jacket.

“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.”

“Exclusive club. Tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “Arian and I won this stupid game last week,” Solange continued. “Long story, involves trivia and a very drunk promoter. Anyway—we got access to LUXE.” Eva’s eyes widened. “No way.” “Yes way.” “Isn’t that the place with the velvet rope and the models?” Eva asked. “And the price tags that induce cardiac arrest,” Arian added, sliding into the conversation from behind Solange. I frowned. “Why are you telling me this?”

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.

might mean. An hour later, Julian’s car pulled up to La Maison de Luxe, a boutique that sat in the heart of the city like a jewel box—floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing gleaming handbags under soft golden light, marble floors so polished they reflected the crystal chandeliers above. The air smelled faintly of leather and expensive perfume. “Ma’am,” a sales attendant glided toward us, her smile professional, her eyes calculating. “Please, come see our latest Birkin collection.”

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.

"Let them wait in the sun. We have an appointment to keep." Ten minutes later, the sports car pulled up to the curb of an incredibly luxurious, high-end fashion boutique in the heart of the city’s most expensive shopping district. The storefront had massive tinted glass windows and a sleek, modern gold sign. This wasn't a normal store; it was a private, VIP-only establishment for billionaires and high-society families. Luca parked the car directly in front of the main entrance. He turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to look at me.

Adrian smiled and held her hand firmly, “but look what happened because of that. It brought us back to my home. To ‘OUR’ home.” Elena still wasn’t convinced. It was too risky a path that Adrian had taken. They would have died multiple times. Was that risk worth it? She didn’t think so, but she didn’t want to ruin Adrian’s mood, so she didn’t argue with him. Adrian made a phone call. Jericho brought a white Ferrari SF90 Stardale worth over 700K. The front number plate showed the text ‘ELENADRIAN.’ Jericho put the papers on the hood.