Chester Life Of Luxury นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm living with My Mom and Dad " She said that and paused, hiding her status as a billionaire's daughter. The door to the lobby opened, Chelsea darted her eyes towards the door to behold the most breathtaking human she had ever seen. He was not only breathtaking but also handsome, sexy; hot…any word to describe magnificence in human form. Chelsea stood up abruptly, forgetting to bow as his appearance intoxicated her.

Camilla’s POV The estate was grander than I’d imagined. The moment I stepped inside, reality set in—my father never did anything halfway. This might have been his retreat, but he spared no expense making it as luxurious as possible. The crystal chandeliers sparkled above, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and velvet drapes framed the tall windows, letting in the soft glow of the evening sun. It was a stark reminder of the wealth he wielded, the power he once held.

The Plaza Hotel glittered like a jewel box cracked open for the elite. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto marble floors. Cameras flashed nonstop, the press penned behind velvet ropes as Manhattan’s richest and cruelest arrived dressed in silk, diamonds, and curated smiles. Chloe Vance’s twenty-first birthday gala wasn’t just a celebration it was a declaration. She was back in control. And she wanted everyone to know it. Elena felt that truth the moment she stepped out of Sameer’s car.

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 whimpered as she placed her hand on her chest. “No,” he said quickly. “Look, I’ll tell you, but you better not laugh or tell Calvin.” Calvin Michelson was Charles’s older cousin and head of the Michelson family and empire. Charles knew that Calvin thought he was an irresponsible fool, but it never bothered him — until recently. “I promise,” she said and sipped her wine. “I came back to New York and bought the townhouse to find a woman.” She stared at him for a moment. “Aren’t you always looking for a woman?”

Madison’s eyes flicked briefly toward Ethan, sharp yet unreadable, as he sat at his end of the long table, a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and the Nashville Times Press spread out in front of him. On the glossy front page, his own face stared back at him—perfectly captured, composed, untouchable. Beside him, Chloe glowed with practised elegance, the two of them portrayed like Nashville royalty. The Wellmans: Wealth Beyond Reason at the Delula Fashion Hub, the headline boasted in bold, commanding letters.