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Stella suggested. "It's alright, it'll be a hassle. If the crabs are airsick during the journey, they will not taste as good anymore. I'll eat them when I get back," Eli said happily. "Okay. I'll be waiting for you then. Jasper and I own the Southern Bay. You will have the villa in Snowie Town when you're back. The villa faces the sea, backed by the mountains, and is surrounded by blooming flowers during spring. We could meet every day and watch our children running around the beach being chased by their fathers. Then, we could enjoy the skewers and seafood on the beach too," Stella said with a smile.

“You really don’t trust anyone, do you?” I turned my head slightly. “Do you?” Her silence was my answer. The car slowed as the gates of the villa came into view. Iron and gold, tall and proud, with the Russo family crest carved at the top. Two guards stood on either side, their expressions blank as the convoy rolled to a stop. Fred leaned forward from the passenger seat and murmured, “All clear, boss.” I gave a short nod. Isabella’s eyes were on the gates. “It feels strange coming back here,” she said quietly.

It was beautiful, with a blend of nature and modernity, seamlessly blending, calm and relaxing, and I found myself glued to the window, admiring the views. Aunt Rosa's Villa was quite far from the city, located on the outskirts of the town, away from the chaos of the city, and by the time we got there, darkness was already creeping in. By the time we entered through the giant gate, I was so tired that I couldn't admire the beautiful exterior and as If reading my thoughts, Jake led us in, taking me to a beautiful room, spacious and luxurious. It was ridiculously big, way bigger than my apartment, the one that Andrian and I lived in.

Kingsley’s arm slipped around her waist as Dorian gestured toward a rose-gold golf cart. “Please — allow me to escort you to your villa.” The drive through the island was silent except for birdsong and the hum of waves in the distance. Palms swayed in rhythm with the breeze. No other guests could be seen. It was as though the entire island had been cleared just for them. Then — the villa. An architectural marvel, stretching over sapphire-blue waters, suspended on stilts above a coral reef. Glass floors shimmered with sunlight and dancing fish. The path to the villa was dusted with fresh rose petals, and a carved sign beside the door read:

At this time, Shella, the real estate agent, smiled before she said, “Mr. Wilson, the West Garden Villa is one of the first villa complexes that was developed in Aurous Hill. The supporting facilities are all relatively complete, and it has very tight and good security. Therefore, your safety is guaranteed. The villa has an actual living area of four hundred and seventy square meters, and this fully meets all of your previous requirements…” The reason Christopher was looking forward to buying an old villa was because it would be relatively cheaper. A normal four hundred and seventy square meters villa cost at least twenty million dollars in Aurous Hill, but the current market price of a vill

We turned into a private road marked only by a stone pillar and a security camera. The estate sprawled ahead. Three stories of pale stone, lit by floods that turned night into noon. Not a house. A fortress. A man in a suit not Frank's suit, a cheaper version, working-class pretending at wealth opened my car door. "Welcome to Villa Costello," Dr. Rosabella said from behind me. "Your new residence for the foreseeable future." "This is insane." "This is Tuesday." She walked me through rooms with polished floors and crystal chandeliers, down a hallway that smelled like furniture polish and old money, through double doors into—

"Your honeymoon villa has been prepared with special arrangements. Slowly, Clarisse turned to Saben, her eyes wide. “Villa?” He lifted a brow, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Only the best for my wife.” Her heart melted. Again. When the door swung open, Clarisse stopped breathing. The villa was pure magic: floor-to-ceiling windows with a sweeping view of the sunset. White and stone interiors aglow with gold from the afternoon light, A private plunge pool with a view of the sea in blue, Rose petals on the bed shaped in a heart so fine and delicate, and Champagne chilling in a silver bucket beside two flutes.

There is a three-storey luxury villa with a stunning modern architecture. "That one?" asked Claire. "Yes," said Leon. Claire drove up to the front of the gate. Leon then opened the window to a scanner. It scanned the iris of Leon's eyeball, then the gate automatically opened. Claire drove to the garage. They got out of the car and Claire's eyes couldn't believe what she saw. This was the most luxurious villa she had ever seen in her life.

Her gaze was fixated on the villa. It was a vintage two-story cottage located by the seaside. Its red roof and garden filled with blooming red roses made it seem like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. It was as picturesque as a painting. Seeing how Larissa's eyes were glued to it, Ambrose asked, "Do you like it?" "It's quite pretty," she replied, nodding her head. He said warmly, "Buy it if you like it. We can spend our holidays there." Larissa was very intrigued by his suggestion.

"One of our villas is vacant, which is very unusual this time of year. It's got two bedrooms and is very private and comes with staff; maid, cook, and gardener." "How much for two weeks?" Zach asked. "What currency?" Max asked. "US dollars," Zach replied. "$2,000," Max said. "We'll take it," Zach said, reaching into his bag and extracting $2,000 and handing it to him. "I'll show you to the villa," Max said. "Any luggage?" "No," Zach replied. "You've never been to The Gambia before, have you?" Max asked as he led them across the property towards a villa behind a high wall.