Chester Life Of Luxury Romane & Geschichten

James I stepped into the grand hall, a sea of opulence laid out before me. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting refracted light into every corner of the room. The soft hum of classical music accompanied the quiet murmurs of the guests, who all appeared calm, but behind those polite smiles, I knew deals were being made and business strategies crafted. This birthday party was more than just a celebration—it was a battlefield for top-tier entrepreneurs and investors. Everyone was impeccably dressed, wine glasses in hand, conversing with a thin veil of arrogance.

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.

Instead downing a large glass of water before wiping his lips slowly with the white fluff of the table bib and marching up the glass bottomed staircase. The chaffeurs were gone by morning, and we didn't even go to fucking church! I sighed, shifting in the car uncomfortably when the white glass building of Mon Petit Chou Chou -my little cabbage, the most expensive wedding outfitters in all of up city New York settled tauntingly into view as the mad man in the driver's seat put the car in park.

Even an impossible-to-please guest would be hard-pressed to complain about the 300-threadcount linens, the fresh flowers that are changed each day or the handmade chocolate tart with my name written in berries. Never in my whole life did I ever think that I will experience this kind of luxuries. Two years ago, I was just a simple kid living in a small apartment, studying in a prestigious school thanks to a scholarship, and spending my daily life as a pauper. But look at me now, I’m practically treated as a princess. Living in an estate in Clyde, owning the most expensive apartments in New York, driving the most luxurious cars, travelling all over the world in private jets. I was able to do e

Watching her stare at the car in horror with her hand wrapped over her chest, I rested my back on the seat and prayed to whatever I believed in that everything tonight turn out right. Just like Chloe had described the Vitale mansion, it was massive and majestic. Tall, royalty-crafted with marble pillars and golden fixtures. A red carpet stretched across the entrance, and rich people, men in tuxedos and women in glittering dresses, walked around in a glamour of wealth.

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.

Because her sister was the only one person who had the type in the world. On one of her business trips to Paris to supervise her branch there, she had gone in to eat at a fancy restaurant there. Pierre Luv Restaurant. The owner of the restaurant, James Pierre, a young twenty-something year old man with a quick smile and even quicker compliments, with a wild romantic streak in him, had claimed he had fallen in love with her at first sight as soon as she stepped into his restaurant.

It was a National holiday and the day dawned crisp and clear on this beautiful Friday morning in Los Angeles. Keith just got out from the bathroom in his exclusively and tastefully designed master bedroom and a call from his house-keeper came through on his intercom. Keith Jefferson is the 6ft 2” gorgeously handsome, well-educated 28year old, level-headed billionaire and Chairman of GEMS Group, a conglomerate that deals in Gemstones, Hospitality, Maritime, Aviation, Haulage, Real Estate, Financial Services, and Oil and Gas.

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.