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He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

I replied, taking the champagne and trying to pretend my heels weren't already killing me. Henry held the door open with that effortless politeness that seemed baked into him since childhood. It was the kind of gesture that should've made me melt. Instead, it just made me grateful for basic manners. Nothing more. Inside, the mansion was breathtaking. A massive crystal chandelier. Marble staircase. White flowers arranged with absurd precision. Servers walking around with trays of canapés that probably cost more than my daily paycheck. It was opulence designed for social pages and optics. Not for genuine celebration.

I couldn’t help but look around my surroundings: the marble floors and expensive paintings on every wall, the high ceiling, and a big chandelier at the center of the hall. It was like a house from a Hollywood movie,I had known she was well-to-do from the moment I pulled her out of a sleek Porsche but this mansion confirmed that “well-to-do” was an understatement. And now that she would be taking over White Nova Robotics as CEO soon, it felt so unreal I was speaking with such a powerful personality. White Nova had always been the company I wanted to work in before I built mine, this was all too much to take in. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I wasn't dreaming but that would only make

The ballroom at the Regal Crown Hotel shimmered with wealth and legacy. Crystal chandeliers hung like teardrops from the ceiling, and velvet-draped tables surrounded a polished marble dance floor. It was a charity gala, hosted by Grace under the newly-formed Charlotte Grace Foundation for Justice, and it marked her official debut as the new face of ethical philanthropy in the business world.

She scored us entry to a rich kid's birthday bash. "Come on, Chels," Vera had begged. "When will we ever get inside their world again?" I was eighteen. Dad had been dead for three years. Chase was getting sicker and had to drop out of school. Mom was drowning in pills and Samuel's false promises. I wanted one night to forget. One night to pretend I belonged somewhere beautiful. The Kingston mansion spread out across manicured grounds like something from a movie. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow shadows on marble floors. Girls in designer dresses laughed at jokes that weren't funny.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

he gestured towards one of the luxurious leather couches on the side. "Thanks," I smiled. Being here again without the stress of meeting Luke gave me time to take in the beauty of the place. the dropping crystal chandeliar, the pristine leather seats and art pieces arranged in the wide space and the marble flooring leading to the huge stairs. While we were dating in the past, Jayden never brought me to his family. Something about his mom being an issue. I couldn't help but feel a bit out of place with all the luxury in the room.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA The Duchene English Estate, Eastern Province, Leighton, England (1762) By the time the lads reached their family estate, large crowds had gathered with a vast number of people eager to get into the hallowed halls of The Duchene Estate, it was for good reason as Alana Duchene was well known for her lavish parties as well as her equally lavish lifestyle. Casimir's taste in elegant and expensive things had no doubt come from her and she fed into it quite literally most of the time. Alain could hardly see what all the fuss was about, just a bunch of drunken strangers fawning over his mother's wealth and lifestyle only to covet it and desp

He joked and they both laughed out loud. They got to his private underground garage specifically made for him and his direct Assistants and Keith decided to drive his wife home in his Roll-Royce Ghost while he asked Dave and Matthew to drive behind them in Kelsey’s Rolls-Royce Phantom. Kelsey wasn’t yet familiar with the exotic places that rich people visit in Los Angeles so she had asked Matthew on their way to Gems Group to book a romantic weekend getaway for her and Keith from this Friday night all through to Sunday evening. Matthew and Dave had quickly booked a luxury roof-top suite with a private pool for them.

She greeted with a cheerful smile as she playfully threw her car keys to the parking valet and made her way into the luxurious living room. It was almost dinner time, so she was not surprised to see servants in their uniforms, walking helter-skelter around, trying to organise places, especially the mighty dining because dinner at that household everyday looked like a banquet. They were rich people and they did not fail to flaunt their wealth anywhere they went or in anything they did, even at dinner. "Good evening to you, Kain" She greeted the butler who approached her to take the thick winter coat she had on. The freezing weather left her no choice but to always have it on, especially as s