Chester From Life Of Luxury Novels & Stories

I tried to ignore Shawn’s comments and just came out of the house, getting into the car with Edwin. Soon we were at the venue of the party. We went inside. Everyone got busy with their business friends. I am still with Edwin. I found out from Edwin that this is a birthday party of world renowned businessman Cyrus Knight. I have heard a lot about him. Actually it’s impossible to know nothing about him if you exist in this world. He is very famous and popular for both his work also his personality. He is the biggest playboy to ever exist. He is known as the ruthless heartbreaker who plays with women as if they are his toys. And his biggest flex is that even after knowing him so well, women sti

He added softly. “My Millionaire husband, Thank you baby!” Natasha muttered to him happily. “Shut up!!!... .who the hell are you to tell me what to do in my own house.” Mercy shouted, staring at them in disbelief. “And who the hell is your Millionaire husband?” She asked Natasha angrily. “That’s my husband ma…it’s one of the best sweet pet names I love to call him anytime he makes me happy.” Natasha replied, smiling sweetly to Daniel. David and mercy was dumbfounded as they stare at them in disbelief, these people are so poor yet act rich, so rich in love unlike theirs.

The next morning, the grand dining room of the mansion was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the clanking of silverware against porcelain plates, and the chattering of women. Alexander sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his posture exuding dominance and authority. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean frame. His hair was slicked back, revealing his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. As Amelia entered the dining room, her gaze was fixed on Alexander. Her heart raced as she wondered if he had discovered her secret, if One had betrayed her. She wore a simple white dress that fell just above her knees, her long brown

… The ballroom was brilliantly lit, but all I felt were the strange looks coming from the crowd. "Isn't that Ms. Wood's husband? Why does he look like a tagalong?" "Shh! You don't know? Her favorite right now is her assistant, Mr. Turner." "Wow, Shawn is pathetic. How does he just take that?" I stood in the corner, holding a glass with a completely blank expression. Leon, however, clearly had no intention of leaving me alone. Holding his glass, he strolled over with a few wealthy heirs in tow. "Shawn, drinking all by yourself?"

I muttered, dropping my phone on the bed, "Get it together, Elena." I pulled open my closet and stared at my clothes like they held the answers to all my problems. They didn't. I shook my head, snapping out of it, got ready and headed straight for the port. The Sterling yacht was exactly what you'd expect from a family with more money than sense. Massive, gleaming white against the blue water, three levels of polished wood and glass that screamed wealth in the quietest, most elegant way possible. Staff members in crisp uniforms moved around the deck, setting up tables and arranging flowers, as if this was just another Saturday.

I spent a good amount of time straightening my hair and getting into a dress and blazer before I grabbed my laptop, sketchbook and the small velvet box holding the centerpiece of the collection and headed out into my waiting taxi. When I dropped in front of Valen's house, my exhaustion disappeared at once. His house was, well, a mansion. I'd grown up in luxury, in halls echoing with marble and the hum of never ending staff and yet, stepping into Valen's home sucked the breath out of my lungs.

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?

The excitement was infectious, and I knew instantly that I would like it here. Rebecca’s smile widened. “Hundreds.” Vanessa leaned forward, her smile growing wider, clearly hungry for the contract. “Which local business?” “A private luxury club downtown called The Black Door.” I had never been there and knew I wouldn’t be involved with it since it was my first day, so I sat back, but my stomach fluttered with excitement anyway. Winning a contract with a company like Sterling House would change a designer’s career. “However,” Rebecca called out over the wolf whistles and excited chatter. “Here is where this gets interesting…”

He once again ordered his staff to throw the wedding of the century for us. When the netizens saw me, they were all abuzz and left tons of comments. [Now, this is the real Emery Chase! The one before didn’t really look like her.] [Did you guys see the way that woman became older onscreen? That was really scary.] [I heard that was Emery’s own mother!] When the wedding was coming to an end, Harriet barged into the ballroom. She was weathered, worn, and looked more than a decade older than her actual age. It seemed that the effects of the curse had hit her instead.