Arcadia Lux Novels & Stories

“Here’s your car, sir.” “Thank you. Good work,” Adrian said. The woman smiled and flagged down a cab for herself. With the keys, Adrian opened the storage compartment and looked at Ada. “Come on, put your luggage inside, and let’s head off.” Adaline was too stunned to speak. She may not be familiar with cars, but even she could tell that the Porsche in front of her was worth more than a million dollars. She had not been in a car this luxurious ever since Henry passed away. In fact, she had never even owned a normal car that was worth twenty thousand dollars.

His lips curved slightly. "I'm Albert Craig." I folded my arms. "Lucy George." "Yes." The answer came a little too quickly. As if he already knew everything about me. Which, honestly, was becoming increasingly obvious. A long silence followed. Finally, Albert gestured toward the open door. "Would you like to continue this conversation in the hallway?" I glanced around. Then sighed. Unfortunately, he had a point. Reluctantly, I stepped inside. The suite was larger than my entire apartment. Possibly larger than my parents' house. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. Modern furniture filled the room. Everything looked expensive. Very expensive.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

I lower the window, letting the wind mess up my hair as I close my eyes and smile. I can’t remember the last time I felt this free. When we pull up in front of the Luxe Loom Academy, my heart leaps into my throat. It’s real. The glass walls glimmer under the sun, sleek and modern, like something out of a dream. Inside, I see mannequins, color wheels, and sketches taped to every surface. Girls glance over. And then they see Adam. Whispers. “Oh my goddess, that’s Prince Adam…” “He’s even hotter in person…”

It dipped dangerously low in the front, revealing just enough cleavage to make any man lose control. “You’re seriously going through with this?” Fiona asked, but Aria didn’t reply. Instead, she slipped on her heels, dabbed on a bold red lipstick, and walked out with a smirk. The De Luca mansion loomed before her like a modern-day fortress, tall, imposing, and shrouded in wealth and mystery. Its dark marble façade gleamed under the morning sun, and the iron gates stood tall, guarded by two men in black suits. Ivy crawled up one side of the stone wall, adding a touch of old-world charm to the otherwise sleek exterior.

But he was already gone, the sound of his study door closing echoing through the penthouse. My phone buzzed: Downstairs whenever you're ready. No rush. I grabbed my jacket and left before I could change my mind. Adrian was waiting beside a sleek silver Tesla, looking effortlessly elegant in cream-colored slacks and a navy cashmere sweater. When he saw me, his face lit up with genuine warmth. "Luca." He opened the passenger door with a smile. "You look wonderful. Ready for some culture?" "As ready as I'll ever be." The drive to the Galleria Moderna was comfortable. Adrian asked about my day, my interests, my thoughts on various artists. He didn't press about Damian, didn't pry into my situati

Lucy asked as they walked toward their private cabin. "Fine, Lucy. Just stop hovering," he snapped. The cabin was luxury at its peak. It had a stone fireplace, a king-sized bed covered in fur throws, and a balcony overlooking the lake. Adrian dropped the bags and immediately walked out onto the balcony. He wasn't looking at the view. He was leaning against the railing, his face illuminated by the glow of his screen. Lucy began to unpack her things. She moved slowly, listening to the muffled sounds of Adrian’s fingers tapping against the glass outside. She walked to the glass door and looked through it.

“This is not happening. I am not going to be your whore.” “You will be whatever I want you to be.” Luca backed him against the stone balcony railing. The drop behind Adrian was steep. There was nowhere to run. “Right now I want you hard and desperate again.” His hand pushed inside Adrian’s sweatpants and wrapped around his cock. Adrian was already leaking. Luca stroked him with slow, firm pulls while kissing and biting along his neck. “Look at the view while I play with you,” Luca ordered. “This could be your life. Luxury. Pleasure. Safety. All you have to do is stop fighting what you want.”

Jessica said cheerfully. Adriana quickly packed up and happily accepted the invitation. Just as they reached the ground floor, a car horn sounded nearby. Adriana didn’t think much of it at first, but Jessica tugged on her sleeve excitedly. “Look over there — a Rolls-Royce, oh my god!” Even in the CBD, top-of-the-line luxury cars weren’t something you saw every day, let alone one parked less than ten meters in front of them. It felt like, with just a few steps, they could walk right into high society.

She hadn’t known the estate held such splendor. Still shaken from earlier, Lucia’s hand rested gently in Adrian’s as he led her toward a golf cart waiting nearby. It was sleek, silver, and obviously custom-built. The driver that stood beside it straightened in readiness, but Adrian gave him a subtle nod of dismissal. He was determined to give Lucia not just space, but the privacy she deserved today.