Exp Is Golden Novels & Stories

I walked out of the station, and the sunlight that beat down on me was bright and steady. I called my lawyer and told him to handle Ryder's case in full. In the end, Ryder was sentenced to 15 years with my letter of forgiveness and the evidence of the severe psychological trauma he'd suffered. I never visited him again. My company opened its first overseas branch, and it was a resounding success. I stood on a street in Paritia, drinking in the clothes I had designed displayed in a shop window. It felt like a different lifetime. My phone buzzed. I'd gotten a message from an unfamiliar number back home.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Frustrated, I grumbled under my breath, "I clearly remember them saying it was near here. Am I in the wrong place?" I recalled the elder mentioning that it was currently the Golden Celestial Wolf's mating season. I had just thought about that when a sudden, overwhelming power yanked me into a concealed thicket. In the heat of our mating, I noticed that the man was enveloped in a brilliant golden light, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was indeed the Golden Celestial Wolf. He possessed immense stamping, truly living up to the legend of the Golden Celestial Wolf. I begged for mercy several times, but I remained trapped under his powerful frame.

Little does she know, the tempest is already within these walls. I accelerate, the roar of the engine drowning out the whispers of doubt. My hands tighten on the wheel. Isabelle. That’s where I’m headed. My first Golden Girl, and sometimes also my biggest headache. Isabelle “Izzy” Known to the elite clientele of Club Gold as the “Golden Girl,” she’s been with me for six years. She’s stunning, intelligent, and commands a premium for her… companionship. She knows the secrets of the city’s power brokers, the desires of the wealthy, and the whispers that can make or break fortunes. She’s valuable, invaluable. And how she sounded over the phone, she’s about to make my life a whole lot more compli

"That was Ms. Thornton’s secondary card, with no spending limit. She had preloaded $1,000,000 onto it as a New Year's gift for you. Unfortunately, you burned it." "A… A million? No limit?" Diana’s eyes rolled back. She nearly fainted. She scrambled toward the brazier, ignoring the heat, digging frantically through the ashes. "My money! That was my money! One million! What have I done?!" Her hands blistered from the heat, but she kept clawing through the ashes, wailing. I watched her coldly, then took out the red velvet box she had thrown aside earlier. "And this." I opened it and took out the pair of gold bangles she had dismissed as cheap junk. "Caleb, read them the certification."

Now, I realized how foolish I'd been. "And those bags, those skincare products I got you," he continued, his voice sharp and cruel. "Add up the cost and pay me back. Every penny." Tiffany, still lounging in the doorway, smirked. "Elliott, those things weren't cheap. How is Candice, an ordinary girl, supposed to afford it?" Elliott turned to me with a twisted expression of disdain. "If you can't pay up, go sell yourself. Isn't that what you're best at?"

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

She wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The grand hall of the Lancaster Estate shimmered in golden light as guests flowed in, the chandeliers casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The air buzzed with hushed conversations, glasses clinking as the city’s elite mingled, whispering about the triumphant return of Lancaster Tech Innovations and the formidable woman behind its revival.

Nathan informs me. “Oh, my goodness. What the hell is wrong with these people?” I exclaim, unable to believe my ears and my eyes. The videos showing on the screen are not clear enough for my features to be made out, and I’m so thankful for that fact. “I honestly don’t know. At least, you will stop being vilified and called a gold digger now that another juicy gossip has surfaced. We just have to be careful not to let them find out who you really are, and I'm not even talking about your new identity, but the old one. I can just imagine the field day that these guys would have if they actually knew that you're the same woman involved in both gossips.”