Chester Life Of Luxury Novels & Stories

7m) with buyer’s premium, breaking the previous world record set by Chenghua ‘Chicken Cup’ in 2014 (So, 2017)] On the centre, a chandelier hangs on its full glory. It glitters, the spark in reminder of the diamond ornaments that surrounded it remarkably. The room enriches of pearl and gold parched up her throat. ‘Where am I?’ She thought. All of a sudden, the two wooden double doors were pushed open. The pointed nose, dark eyes and lips that curve up on a straight line strangely is what caught her eyes. It belongs to a woman, who is on her mid-30’s. She’s in full black from head to toe, a cardigan concealed her arms and a skirt reaching below her knees paired with shoes that a woman of her a

“I’ll take care of it. But for now, it’s time to get ready for the welcome party of Miss Gomez.” Hours later, I found myself stepping into the extravagant Gomez estate. The living room was a display of opulence - crystal chandeliers that hung low, while sleek, modern furniture in muted tones of gray and cream gave the space a sophisticated edge. Lavish floral arrangements adorned every available surface, their fragrance mingling with the faint scent of expensive cologne and perfume. I hated the mixture of thick perfume and wanted badly to turn back and go home. The room buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses. Waitstaff in crisp black uniforms weaved through the crowd

It's terrible and he doesn't have half of Damien's fortune. - It's a bit complicated. - I answered truthfully. - It's not often that he's in a good mood. - Louise laughed. - I can imagine. But you're a lucky woman, Ellen. When Damien was in Switzerland for one of our charity events at Gold, I didn't see any women with him. He has a reputation for being very selective with women, so you're very lucky. You have the weapons of the game, but you need a good strategy if you want to win the match. - She stopped walking and looked at me.

Or pounce. “Miss Ibe.” A smooth, amused voice called from behind a wine crate. “Are you always this... devastating?” I turned to see Chase Carter, tall and grinning, a playful glint in his dark eyes. Chase was a luxury hotelier and real estate a magnate who owned a chain of high-end resorts and boutique hotels. He was known in elite circles for his charm, discretion, and ruthlessness in business. He had recently collaborated with the Blackwood’s family empire for a business deal.

He laughs so much just to hide what is brewing inside of him, I know this too well. I don’t say anything again until we enter the house again and I am wowed yet again. The exteriors are nothing compared to the extravagance of the interior. It looks like a British royal castle with two vertical staircases opposite each other and let’s not get started on the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the beautiful artworks that grace the walls. Every single piece in the spacious living room screams of luxury. How rich is Enzo to be able to afford such luxury? I can't even lie, even if Nicholas was filthy rich, he can not compare to Enzo because what the hell. “Surprised?”

I laughed through my tears, then cried through my laughter. The luxury car, the villa, and the title of the world's wealthiest person. If only they had looked beyond their greed and seen the world outside, maybe things would have been different. But at that moment, I didn't care anymore. I had a Michelin-starred chef prepare a premium steak for me, and the champions of the World Model Competition even made my bed. Then, I soaked in a bathtub filled with 1982 Lafite. This was the life of the wealthiest person in the world—simple and unpretentious.

Chester smiled vaguely and added intermittently, “It’s just… a leg, isn’t it? I… don’t care if I can’t walk.” Shaun opened his mouth but could not say a word for a while. “You don’t understand… certain things.” Chester’s pale, handsome face was very calm. He had thought it over when he drove in the opposite direction of traffic on the highway. He did not care about the consequences, nor did he care about the police car that was after him. He had had everything in his life — wealth, power, and beauty. However, only when Eliza’s actual identity was exposed did it hit him that his life had felt empty.

"Yeah, their bodyguards drive standard Mercedes-Benz. Their wealth is beyond our wildest imagination." When Chester overheard their conversation, he quietly set the book down on the desk. With a slow, deliberate movement, he took a seat, his gaze lowered, brimming with unfathomable emotions. Suddenly, a dormmate leaned in, wrapping his arms around Chester's shoulders. "Prince Charming Chester! You're back from your studies!" Chester quickly masked his emotions, looking up with a smile. "Jason, I can't claim to be any more handsome than you."

With impeccable politeness, he said, "It's my pleasure to serve you, Ms. Carver." The revelation stunned everyone. "Could she be from that Carver family?" "Which one?" "The one from Janovin—the wealthiest of them all. No other family could have the head chef of Caesar Hotel personally welcome them. After all, Caesar Hotel is under the York family." "Oh my!" The wealthy women savoring their afternoon tea gasped, lowering their voices. This young woman seemed to embody everything they craved—dazzling diamonds, designer labels, and most importantly, the adoration seemingly bestowed upon her by everyone.

I should have known Chester wouldn’t back down. I had barely shaken off the intensity of our confrontation last night when my assistant, Ava, rushed into my office, eyes wide. "You need to see this," she said, shoving her phone toward me. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I took the phone. The headline was bold, impossible to ignore. "Chester Blackwood Makes a Move on Manhattan: Billionaire to Expand His Empire in the Heart of the City." My heart slammed against my ribs.