Novel & Cerita Chester Life Of Luxury

The grand chandelier cast a golden glow over the marble floors, giving the space an air of timeless sophistication. Victoria Laurent sat on the plush velvet sofa like she owned the place, her perfectly manicured nails tapping lightly against the armrest. She had dressed carefully tonight, choosing a fitted silk dress that accentuated her figure, a shade of midnight blue that she knew complemented her skin. Her hair was styled to perfection, soft waves cascading down one shoulder. Everything about her exuded confidence. Le Châteauesque Manor was breathtaking. Even in her wealthiest dreams, Victoria knew that money alone couldn’t buy a place like this. No, this villa was gifted by Cornelius Va

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.

“The Kensington family.” I looked at the woman seated next to me and it all came back to me. That short black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a signature jade jewelry pinned on her blouse. The famous symbol of the wealthiest family in NewYork, the Kensington's. They literally own the city. An entire freaking street is named after them and she wants me to be part of her family? I wait tables for a living. I began with a shaky voice. “Mrs Kensington…” “Nonsense. Call me Lara.” She patted my hand.

Leah replied as she signaled to Kelvin. "Sure. It's cool." Kelvin replied as he took his laptop bag which he had dropped on the table while coming downstairs. As the duo left the mansion, Kelvin had his maid instructed as they bowed to him. Even though they are not as much as the ones in Carl's place, one can also agree that he was also rich but not as rich as Carl who owned a tech company.

Elizabeth's point of view: We got down to the parking lot, where a pure white Cadillac Escalade limo sat waiting just in front of the elevator. As soon as we stepped out, the driver rushed forward, fumbling to open the door for Richard. But Richard stopped him, "The lady first." Richard instructed. And the driver nodded redirecting his efforts to me. I tried not to blush as I stepped inside, my breath hitching at the sheer luxury surrounding me. The interior was sleek, with plush leather seats, a TV screen, and crystal-clear wine glasses arranged neatly beside a fully stocked mini fridge. It was the kind of car that screamed wealth, the kind I had only ever seen in movies.

Thinking of this, Chelsey couldn't help but look at Cecelia, who was lying there, breathing weaker and weaker. She didn't expect that she looked thin and small, but her endurance was so strong, like a hard grass. Was this the reason why he had attracted William? The main reason Chelsey pretended to be a noble and elegant lady was not only because the Lou family was a wealthy family, but also because of William.