Chester Life Of Luxury นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Both of his hands landed on my shoulders and I couldn't help but flinch under his touch. My name is Beatrice Rutherford and I will be turning seventeen in a few months. I'm currently in my second year in high school and school so far has been a walking nightmare. This man before me was just one of the many trials l'd had to face on a daily basis. He was in his late forties, tall and broad with short dark hair and a moustache to match. But he wasn't always part of my nightmares. For so long, he was the only one who ever made me feel beautiful, the only one who made me feel... seen.

“Affirmative sir.” He sighed, no, he could not let this happen. Chester was free to go out with any girl he liked or fancied, any one at all, any normal girl that loves to party, a normal girl that loves to be showered with money, a normal girl that wore dresses and high heels and make ups and had mood swings and threw tantrums like a child, any normal girl that liked to be pampered, just any girl even though she might or would greatly irritate him, but right now, any one of such girls would be welcomed by him as the girl for his heir than the detective.

this man was really terrible ! And with a heavy heart Chelsea's vacations finally ended . ***** Currently there wasn't just Chelsea who was having a heart attack , there was someone else who was feeling as if someone had poked a knife in his chest and gave it a good squeeze . This certain someone was none other than Felix , the heir to Duke Levis .

She had never seen him so serious, so determined and so angry which made her realize that Chaos had different sides of him. Chaos gently squeezed Florence's arm, letting her know that everything was going to be okay. They stared at each other and smiled, as his touch was gentle yet firm. As they walked through the restaurant side by side, most of the rich people’s heads turned, seeing for the first time the CEO of the great Empire of Spencer & Battenkurt in this restaurant. A hush fell over the room as diners recognized the playboy billionaire who never graced this luxurious restaurant even if most of his family members from generations ago had. Whispers filled the air, a mix of awe and reve

Charles replied. "All this glitz. All this theatrics. And the one person I actually wanted to impress tonight is in a hospital bed with a teddy elephant." Charles gazed at her reflection. "Then why'd you come?" She spun around. "Because I made a pact with a devil in Tom Ford." He smiled, small and tight. "You make devils sound like heroes." "I make them real." The Billion estate seemed a legend realized—cast in gold and peril. White columns flowed with cascading pearls. Lanterns flared along the drive like lighthouses warning ships of shoals. Photographers jammed the front, flashbulbs flashing.

She may have dated but she had her dignity. In the heart of London's bustling streets, where the clatter of carriages and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, Ava Sinclair found solace in her world of culinary delights. Her passion for cooking led her to establish a quaint little store, nestled amidst the elegant shops that lined the cobblestone streets.

I said casually, glancing around at the massive estate while trying to keep my tone neutral, as if I wasn’t internally calculating every possible exit point and blind spot. He laughed at my comment, the sound echoing slightly in the wide entrance hall, and he looked almost pleased—like my words were a compliment he had long been waiting to hear. “I have become successful,” Chester replied with a proud smile stretching across his face. “Which is why I wanted you to live with me—both of you.” There he goes again. The crazy train was rolling freely inside his head, picking up speed without brakes, and I had no choice but to sit quietly as a passenger.

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

She couldn't helped but to think about how could he muster living such ordinary life. The Alas Crowne they picture was a living bastard in a luxurious mansion partying with glamour and taking girls with the same status as he like he was tasting a chocolate fountain on a buffet. Well, maybe, the inside of the place wouldn't looked bad. Ace motioned for her to follow him as he swung a velvety robe open and blinding lights welcomed them, she can hear herself deflating like a balloon, from the tobacco-stained ceiling right down to the tacky - in every sense of the word - carpet. Not to mention it looks like they hasn't dust since forever.

Seeing the person you love with all your heart, looking so happy and carefree with someone else, was something that Warren Cole never expected to see. Just last week they promised each other that they would be married the moment when they graduate. How things would change... Jennifer seemed as if she didn't have a care in the world as she looked with eyes of admiration at Charles Chamberlain. Charles' father was the richest man in Flemond. He could afford anything he lay his eyes on. Money was something that the Chamberlains could blow through without blinking twice. "Who is he?" Chamberlain asked Jennifer. "Someone who once meant the world to me," Jennifer responded. There was a hint of los