Arcadia Lux Novels & Stories

They went by eateries that Aria had never been able to afford, shops that she had only perused from the window, and a lifestyle that existed in parallel to hers but never came into contact with. Until now. Aria recognized the building from architecture magazines as the car pulled into an underground garage. The highest point. Starting at fifteen million dollars, luxury condos are available. She had once estimated that to pay the down payment, she would need to work for 200 years. This way, ma'am. The driver guided her to a private elevator that required a key card. He swiped his, hit the penthouse button, and took a step back. "Mr Mercer is expecting you. Before Aria could inquire as to whet

I refused to be intimidated, even as heat pooled low in my belly at the intensity of his gaze. His mouth curved into something almost like a smile. "Time is money, anymore." Luca set my bag down and retreated without a word. Alexandro gestured toward the steps of the jet. "After you." I climbed aboard, my breath catching at the luxury that greeted me. Cream leather seats, polished wood, and crystal decanters of the amber liquid that caught the light. This wasn't just wealth—it was obscene wealth. "Impressed?" Alexandro asked, coming up behind me, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck.

The rich, suffocating scent of him—cedarwood and bourbon—filled the sealed cabin of the luxury vehicle, keeping Grace’s nervous system in a state of perpetual, hyper-alert tension. The car glided to a smooth halt before the main portico of the estate. The architecture was an imposing masterpiece of "Grounded Luxe"—a striking, brutalist blend of raw obsidian stone, massive glass panels, and heavy, dark timber accents that looked as though it had grown directly out of the rocky Canadian earth. It was ancient wealth modernized into an aggressive statement of power.

he said with a short laugh, and I felt a tiny spark of comfort. Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of Luxe & Co. My jaw dropped. The famous Luxe & Co., known for its expensive couture handbags, watches, and jewelry, glittered under the streetlights. I felt a mix of awe and nerves… seriously, who shops here at 4 a.m.? “Give me a minute while I head in. I’ll be quick,” Walt said, getting out and closing the door behind him. I exhaled slowly, my hands tightening on my hoodie. My heart was pounding, my head spinning

Jayden looked up from the file in his hand. "Yup!" lucas popped the P. "We've got a prime piece of real estate in the downtown area, ripe for development. With your company's resources and expertise, we could turn it into a luxury condominium complex. The profits would be astronomical." he said, leaning back in his seat. I frowned at his carefree attitiude. 'who was this?' I thought, curious. he had a typical mafioso vibe to him. Scar on his right brow, tatoos peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, ring covered fingers.

My gaze encompassed the surrounding area in which I am now, but I found nothing that could kill me by hanging. “Nice to meet you, Adrastos. I am Amara De lacia, The Chief Executive Officer of Adelle furniture and crafts. My business is well-known around the world, even the current Miss. Universe of 3021 visits our company and stores,” she introduces herself and it surprised me. What the fuck did she just say? Is she flaunting her wealth to me? “Nice to meet you, Mrs. De lacia. Live Suicide is happy to see you here! We recommend Adelle furniture and crafts when you need something in your household,” Adrastos replied, and Mrs. Amara De lacia laughed in a pitched voice.

And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they entered the room like the air had shifted to accommodate them. By the time I walked into the lobby of Luxe, in which I work, obviously, my pulse was a drumbeat I couldn’t slow. The rooftop lounge wasn’t open to the public before noon. It belonged to Luxe company, an opulent retreat perched twenty stories above the chaos below. The elevator opened to a space that seemed to float above the city, all glass and warm brass accents, with low couche

“You two are either geniuses or complete psychopaths.” Isabella tilted her head. “Probably both.” Leo chuckled, but his eyes remained cold. “Now, let’s see if Moreau takes the bait.” Monte Carlo, Monaco – A Private Penthouse Adrien Moreau sat in his luxury penthouse, swirling a glass of vintage Bordeaux in his hand. The dim lights cast long shadows over the pristine marble floors, and a breeze drifted in from the open balcony overlooking the Mediterranean. But Adrien wasn’t admiring the view. His attention was fixed on the financial reports glowing on his tablet.

The moonlight shimmered against the snow-dusted rooftops of Montreux, Switzerland, as Grace and Aria stepped out of the black Rolls-Royce Phantom. The grand Château Lumière loomed ahead, a towering Gothic estate wrapped in vines and mystery. All around them, luxury cars lined the circular drive. Armed guards dressed in white tuxedos stood silently, like statues with eyes. Grace’s blood hummed beneath her skin, each breath tighter than the last. She adjusted her silver mask, the only thing shielding her identity tonight.

When the invitation arrived, I wanted to skip it entirely, but Sasha wouldn’t hear of it. “Xander, you don’t understand,” she had said for the hundredth time, practically bouncing with excitement. “Adie Luxe is releasing a new piece! We have to go. I need to see the face behind the brand. Everyone’s talking about it. This is the biggest event of the season! Did you know their last piece sold for half a million at auction? That’s how influential they are. Just imagine seeing their work up close!” I nodded absentmindedly, her words blending into the background. I didn't share her enthusiasm for jewelry or fashion. But Sasha was relentless, yapping on and on.