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“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.

“All you have to do is stop fighting happiness.” By evening, Julien’s chauffeur arrived, in one of his impossibly expensive cars, sleek and black, the kind that hums instead of roars. Cassia’s jaw nearly hit the floor as we slid into the plush leather seats. The car smelled faintly of cedarwood and something expensive I couldn’t name. He drove us through the city, past glittering lights and glass towers, until we stopped in front of a beautiful cream-stone building with gold accents. The words ‘Maison Étoile Spa’ shimmered above the entrance like something out of a dream.

Zara's POV For the next few days, I was buried in the files Jade sent me, my eyes devouring every word and number. Piece by piece, the puzzle of Aria’s world began to form, revealing itself in exquisite detail. Aria’s family didn’t just own a company, they owned a kingdom. An empire forged in the rarefied air of the ultra-rich, carefully curated to project an image of untouchable luxury. The true name of this vast empire was Everhart Luxe Holdings, a name whispered with reverence among New York’s elite.

But due to certain circumstances, the responsibility was given to Caelum and I. We traveled through the royal capital, Valeria. Since it's a formal trip, the limousine we're in, as well as our entourage carry the flag of Arcadia and the royal crest, so we don't really stop for traffic around here. If anything, traffic stops for us, which I found rather amazing and also too much. But the good thing is, we arrive at the Grand Hotel of Arcadia in a matter of minutes. Although it's not as grand as the palace, the hotel's facade is just as luxurious. It has a classic and romantic look to it–a contrast to the Palace's modern opulence.

"What is this?" "This is our real new palace, my Empress," Adrian rumbled, his large hands coming up to cup her face, his thumbs smoothing over her porcelain cheekbones with an exquisite, breathtaking tenderness. "I had a team of world-class architects design it over the past month. It’s a private coastal estate on the cliffs of upstate New York, completely isolated, completely secure. It has an architectural grid designed specifically to your tastes, a full playground infrastructure for Hayes, and a private sanctuary for you. The tower in the city is for the business. This... this is for our life."

After another seven minutes of driving, the car pulled up, and the day had gone much darker. Adam opened the door and once again helped her out and onto her feet. Lydia glanced up at the massive, luxurious penthouse standing before her, tall and elegant, with a wide, opened window that had nothing to hide. It screamed money—not the one the Chesters had, but a different one—the one that didn't need much to show off because it was confident enough in its luxury. She knew he was rich when she saw the Rolls-Royce this afternoon, but how rich was he? Who is Jayden White, and how powerful is he?

" He blushes and shoos her into the bathroom. ––– The Mercedes AMG S-Class purred through Paris streets, its interior a cocoon of sleek leather, polished chrome, and the faintest scent of cedarwood. Aurelia sat back against the seat, nerves buzzing, while Jake sipped his second coffee of the morning, humming a Madonna track under his breath, trying to ignore that he is sitting in another luxury car different from the one yesterday.

Lydia replied. The group went wild. They hadn't expected Grace's message to get Lydia York out of hiding, since she usually lurked in the group chat without ever saying anything. Lydia was the founder of an international luxury jewelry brand called VERE Jewelry. Every piece that she made would be auctioned off overseas as a masterpiece. Even the rich women in Pamore thought her jewelry was a status symbol. "She has risen! Praise god!" Emily texted. "I'm doing an exhibit overseas, but I'll be coming back to Pamore in a few days. Let's meet up," Lydia replied.

Lately, Scarlett's frequency of renting luxury goods had noticeably dropped. There were piles of branded boxes stacked around her seat, and even the latest model of phones and computers adorned her desk. One day, Scarlett was playing music through the Bluetooth speaker in the dormitory. She took her phone into the bathroom as she showered, seemingly chatting with someone. Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?