Arcadia Lux Novels & Stories

“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—”

“No, Shitshaw. They’re cardboard decorations.” I ignore him completely. A silver Mercedes-Benz from what looks like the sixties gleams beside a black Rolls-Royce Phantom polished to perfection. At a distance sits a Ferrari so red it looks violent. Everything smells faintly of leather and money. It’s Luxury in the fucking atmosphere. “Woah. This is insane,” I mutter. Lucas leans casually against a worktable, watching me with open amusement. “A Victorian child seeing electricity for the first time. Touching.” I point at him without taking my eyes off the cars.

In that moment, she was grateful for Lance's trust and the foresight he had shown by giving her that key. Ariana stepped into the lavish penthouse, feeling a sense of opulence wash over her as she dropped her designer bag onto the plush, oversized couch. Her surroundings exuded wealth, with polished marble floors and a tasteful display of art adorning the walls. The soft glow of intricate chandeliers above cast a warm and inviting ambiance, highlighting the luxury that Lance Cincinnati's residence embodied.

“See that one, sister? This whole enclave is Accardo property. That one, by the gate—the best view, the best feng shui, the experts said.” “Domenico and I had a fight a few months back. A big one. I was going to leave him. I had that one remodeled for myself. Now I have you. It’s yours. When you’re healed, we’ll transfer the title.” She pointed down as we entered a vast, spotless underground garage filled with luxury cars. “Pick any one you like. It goes with the house.” I stared at the glittering array of vehicles—sleek Ferraris, a classic Rolls, several muscular black SUVs. I laughed, a little overwhelmed.

"I have the whole revenue for the past 6 months. We can go over it right now if you like." Adriano shook his head. "No. Save it for later." Luca finally realized that his boss did not want to talk, so he kept mute. ADRIANO'S ITALIAN VILLA was one of his most impressive properties. It spanned across many hectares of land, bordered by woods, and a beautiful lawn, fountains, and stone sculptures. As his car drove in and parked in the garage, all his staff were lined up in front of the house to welcome him.

ELENA Mr. Leo drove us to La Belle Luxe, one of the most iconic boutiques in all of Chicago. Sleek windows, golden trims, and high-end displays. It screamed class, and if you asked me, Sarah had impeccable taste. I found myself silently impressed, lips twitching in amusement as I stared out the tinted windows.

After a long while of driving and swerving through the long express, Clara finally drove into LUXE HAVEN ESTATES, the second largest estate in the city that held the homes and apartments of various millionaires and celebrities. This is currently where Ariana lives and also where her child's educational center is located. They stopped right on time in front of the portico to the large school building just as the bell rang for the closure of the day and Clara grinned. "Right on time sis," she said and Ariana smirked.

Adriano The drive to Luca’s place is not far. While I am in Billionaires Row in midtown, his penthouse is in the Tribeca Downtown stretch. His building is every bit as impressive as mine but louder. I am sure to Liana, whose eyes round to the size of saucers, it reads as another spoilt rich boy’s extravagance...flashy, excessive, decadent. His penthouse occupies the entire top floor of a glass and steel tower overlooking the city.

“Always surviving like one.” Elias just looked at her and drove quietly... Moments After the Car Ride Solaris Luxe smelled like polished wood, faint citrus, and the kind of wealth that didn’t need to prove itself. The boutique was a minimalist haven clean white lines, subtle music humming from hidden speakers, and clothes arranged like exhibits in a private museum. Lyra stepped in like she owned the place, her pajama pants flowing with each step, iced coffee still in hand. Somehow, she managed to look like both a disheveled heiress and an international model.

They got out of his mansion and into the garage where different luxurious cars were parked. Adelia’s mouth dropped wide open when she saw them. Sometimes, she forgot that Adrian was a billionaire. “Which one are you taking?” she asked curiously while trying to hide her excitement. She was unsuccessful in that as Adrian could see how excited she was. “Which one do you want?” he asked. “I can choose anyone?” Adelia asked excitedly, not bothering to hide her excitement this time. “Hmmmm,” Adrian nodded. Adelia’s eyes scanned the garage and her eyes caught sight of a white audi. “That one,” she pointed at it. ‘