Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

Samantha nodded. She pulled out her phone to take a few photos before she dragged Adrian through the place. She was joyous like a child, and Adrian was elated to see her so happy. The villa consisted of three levels. A sky garden with a man-made beach and an outdoor pool was located on the roof of the third floor. The floor plan was well-designed—with a built-in gym, entertainment facilities, and many other amenities. Most importantly, the Jewel Road was inhabited by influential figures of Swallowston.

They moved on to the next item on the agenda, and a presentation for Damien's research project appeared on the screen. … Evan watched as Beverly walked into the garden. Wayne introduced her to the other guests as James' wife. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Beverly asked, "May I use your bathroom?" "I'll have the maid show you the way," Isla answered. Beverly was led into the manor. The building hadn't been designed to mimic antiquity—it was a genuine piece of history. The maid pointed the way to the bathroom. Beverly told her she could manage on her own, and so the maid left her.

Not even half of the people were sober. The Bel-Air condominium was a residential enclave located at the foot of the Santa Monica Mountains. The Banks mansion was a home of visible grandeur, with a garden similar to a nature reserve, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool. The mansion's balcony connected all the rooms, and complemented the facade of the entire house. However, that early morning, it was like a nightclub.

She believed that the villa was owned by Miller Jackel, the head of the most prestigious family in Sallem City—the Jackel family. What was Sean's business here? When Sean saw the majestic villa, he seethed with anger. Yvonne's house had been torn down and rebuilt. Not only had he lost her house, but he had also lost the place that had carried his childhood memories. The villa was about eight stories high. It had a beautiful garden with a fountain. There were long stairs in the garden that led to the villa entrance. Sean saw two usherettes dressed in red standing at the garden entrance.

the other man said lightly, “it wasn’t personal.” I turned to him. “Who are you?” “Dylan,” he replied. “Dylan Carter.” I didn’t care. “And I'm Adrien Cole” The man said “I'm still not going to stop calling you a devil,” I said with disdain in my voice. “Fine by me” I wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face!! I looked between all three of them, anger rising again. “So what now?” I asked. “What happens to me?” No one answered immediately.

"No one else is here. Tell me everything. Start from the beginning." Vincent did not waste time. He knew Cyrus well enough to avoid rambling. "The bunker Severin built is Cloudcrest Manor, Villa 101." "Cloudcrest Manor 101…" Cyrus repeated, and the image snapped into focus. The estate sat in one of Volaris City's four most expensive villa districts. Even calling the land worth its weight in gold understated the reality. Rumor claimed that the cheapest villa there cost more than 20 million dollars. Anyone who lived there commanded serious money. It might be old wealth, new wealth, or the kind best left alone.

"But Mr. Harper's health …" "He should be fine. I don't think he has any issues. You just have to follow my instructions." … On the other hand, Benjamin brought Victoria to Westshore Manor. Westshore Manor was not a typical residential area. It was Benjamin's private estate, situated in a secluded location. The security guards there had undergone specialized military training. Thus, it was extremely safe. It was different from Riverview Residence Unit One, where Ethan could come and go as he liked. As Victoria followed Benjamin into Westshore Manor, she was shocked. It was enormous, larger than the whole of Riverview Residence Unit One. Victoria was once again in awe of Benjamin's wealth.

The mention of Le Châteauesque Manor—a house he had never once set foot in—filled him with cold disdain. Ava, seated silently beside him, felt her heart drop. Her palms grew clammy as Jonathan’s words echoed in her mind. She glanced nervously at Alexander, whose expression remained unreadable but ominously calm. Le Châteauesque Manor, just 200 meters ahead, gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Its pristine white facade stood elegantly against a backdrop of manicured gardens and surrounding parks. The architecture exuded understated luxury—a clear reflection of Mr. Vanderbilt Senior’s meticulous taste. Its tranquility was almost deceptive, given the growing tension in the car.

The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority. Red flags bearing the Valerius sigil hang proudly at every pillar, and the white marbled floor glittered like mirrors from the hard work of the servants. The quarter of the grand heir of the Valerius was situated at the third story of the five-story grand manor. Its balcony faces the east with plentiful of sunlight and owns a good view of the wide front garden of the manor. Raimere walked out of the cloakroom, followed by the smiling Bella and the blushing Nora.

After the double wooden door, there was a front desk and behind it, a very smiley gentleman. He was tall, thin, white hair and complexion, and a large wooden pipe that smelled like vanilla and fine tobacco. "Good evening, my friends. What can I do for you today?" The gentleman started with a small courtesy reverence, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a second, and then returning it. "My name is Gill, and I will be your host for tonight." Belle was pretty used to a wealthy life, but she was not used to the architecture with central gardens, like Moroccan or Islamic architecture.