Gables Villa Rosa Reviews Novels & Stories

I teased, giving him a playful salute, earning a deep laugh from him. Brenda finally stopped in front of a grand villa, its open glass doors revealing an infinity pool and breathtaking ocean views that housed beautiful lush trees. “This will be your private villa, Mr. Storm, Miss Clairessa,” Brenda ushered with a polite smile. “We reserved this especially for you, sir. I hope it meets your expectations.” “It’s perfect. Thank you,” Gabriel replied. As Brenda opened the doors, I immediately spotted two familiar figures inside. Sergio stood with his usual charming grin, his arm wrapped casually around Raquel, whose eyes lit up the moment she saw me.

This is a public place! Before he could make his next move, I hurried away from him and ran through the door. "I think I'd like to have a visit first." I said quickly. I didn't look back at his expression, but I heard his laughter grow louder. This bad guy! …… This villa is incredibly spacious, far beyond what I had imagined. It has seven bedrooms, three studies, two kitchens, and three living rooms, with each bedroom having its own ensuite bathroom. The villa spans three floors, and at the very top is a glass conservatory filled with roses and geraniums, accompanied by an outdoor terrace with a swimming pool.

Within seconds, their demeanor became even more attentive. "Chairman Valeza, please follow me." They were escorted to a private viewing vehicle that drove them into a secured residential compound. The gates opened silently. The compound was quiet, clean, and orderly. Tree-lined streets curved gracefully around elegant villas. Security checkpoints were visible but discreet. "Villa number 27 is located at the center of the compound," the staff explained. "The middle and inner sections are reserved for high-profile residents. The front rows are comparatively more affordable, but deeper inside, properties reach tens of millions."

An old couple came out pasting a broad smile on their face. “Senor, Mam,” the couple bowed. “Do they know me?” “You are my wife, of course; they know you.” “Hello,” I greeted “I am Roberto, and this is my wife, Stella.” They presented flowers to me. “Thank you,” We came inside. The villa from the outside was covered mainly with trees and flowers, but as I entered, it lured me with its modern look.