Astoria Greengrass House Novels & Stories

Several places had awnings draped with decorative lights and flowers. The place was absolutely breathtaking. I felt a slight twinge of pain in my chest as I spotted a small family strolling down the sidewalk, enjoying the evening together. It wasn’t hard to imagine that exact scene with Aldo and Eli. But would it ever be possible? To have something so mundane...So normal? A few minutes later, Stasia pulled the car into the driveway of a large two-story, white colonial-style house. “Oh my God,” I gaped. “This place is beautiful.”

Aaron asked. "Are you?" she returned the question, receiving a nod in response. Aaron took Lara's hand, and they proceeded to the elevator, using it to reach the first floor of the house. The Granger mansion, as expected, was luxurious and imposing. To Lara, it was even clearer than she supposed. There were glass panels on all sides, which left the environment completely exposed.

The house stood as imposing as ever. Yet, this time, there was no sense of coldness, no underlying tension like before. As the car came to a stop, Charlotte glanced at Astor. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, concern flickering in her dark eyes. Astor took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Yes. It’s time to put the past behind us." In the backseat, Jasmine’s eyes widened as she stared at the mansion. “Wow! Daddy, is this a castle?” she gasped, her little hands pressed against the window.

"For the company. For Liam's future. For—" "For yourself?" Lincoln finished. "That too," Astor admitted. Later That Night Sinclair Mansion The drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual. Astor sat in the back seat of his car, staring out at the dark streets while his driver navigated the familiar route home. "Sir, we're here," the driver announced, pulling into the circular driveway. Astor walked through the front entrance and immediately noticed lights coming from the bar area. He found Avery sprawled in one of the leather chairs, a nearly empty bottle of vodka on the table beside her.

Astor, her ‘father’ was on official work. Asher was on some military camp Mr. Astor forced him to go, while Aston didn’t live in the Astor family Mansion but in his penthouse. He only came here on special occasions and the ‘step-mother’ outright avoided me which I am pretty sure was her way of showing me that she didn’t give a f*ck. Today Mr. Astor was returning from his official trip and everyone was supposed to be at the table because they were going to witness Serena’s ‘marriage edict’ which was going to be passed today.

"If the city is not actively burning to the ground, you are fired." "The city is fine, Boss," Silas's gritty voice crackled through the speaker. "But the wedding venue just called. The Astor Historical Estate." Zara's icy blue eyes instantly sharpened. She slowly unwrapped her legs from Lucian's waist, sliding flawlessly back down to her feet. The Astor Estate was a three hundred year-old, heavily guarded mansion on the edge of the city. It was the absolute pinnacle of high society venues, and Zara had secured it for their reception just two days ago.

In this community, Astor owns a total of three properties, in addition to Grandfather's A-03 and Aunt's A-02, there is also this villa, A-01. Although the three villas have sequential house numbers, they are separated by mountains, and lush greenery, and cannot see each other. Bianca breathed a sigh of relief, this building seemed even more grand, the outer wall of the estate was covered with lush ivy, and the wall was surrounded by various roses, blossoming beautifully. In the middle of the ivy-covered wall was a neatly trimmed rectangle, embedded with a black metal plaque, engraved with the words "A-01".

When had they started shaking? Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Security’s handling it. Don’t look at them.” But Kira couldn’t stop looking. By tomorrow, her face would be everywhere. And Adrian would know exactly where she’d gone. The thought should have terrified her. It didn’t. The SUV curved up the long driveway, and Kira’s breath caught. The Ashford Estate sprawled across manicured grounds, all warm stone and tall windows glowing with soft light. So different from the Westbrook mansion with its sharp angles and cold glass.