Gilded Age Novel Novels & Stories

Their stock plummeted like a free-fall, crashing straight to the bottom. Luxury cars were impounded. Priceless artwork confiscated. Even their wine cellar, once filled with rare vintages, was sealed off. The once-glittering banquet halls now stood eerily empty. A family that once sat above the rest had plummeted from the clouds straight into the abyss. Scarlett gave birth to a son. From that moment on, Anna realized that her once-loving grandmother, Rachel Turner, had changed. Her allowance was cut off. Her name erased from the will.

They laughed so hard until they began struggling to breathe and had to lean against the wall to catch their breath. Tears of mirth spilled down Claire's face. "All of us know that you used your looks to seduce those rich men into giving you their money, Lily. It's fine if you want to lie to us, but don't try to fool yourself." "Fine." I didn't feel upset at all. On the contrary, my body suddenly felt incredibly light. I knew that Gilded Ages would never have achieved such tremendous success within three years without me. I had built it from the ground up, turning it into a massive business using my connections and skills.

​The smell of Oud and Vintage Champagne in a London council estate was more than a sensory mismatch; it was a biological assault. In this world of peeling wallpaper and damp carpets, the scent of the Vane lifestyle felt like a predator entering a cage. It was the smell of the "Gilded Age" trying to forcibly re-render the "Ordinary."

ADELINE The phone slipped from my grip but I could care less what happened to it. There was no coming back from this. There might have been a glimmer of hope if I was some famous celebrity who could flip over scandals with one press conference, but I wasn’t. I was Adeline, a mere gold digging commoner whose father had too much of a gambling addiction to be anything but a bum. Elena Archer’s exact words, not mine.

"We're here to settle accounts openly and honestly. I'm not sure why you're making such a fuss, Aunt Eleanor. Is there really something shady happening? Mother, after we sort things out at Ironridge Estate, you'll need to host a gathering so everyone can discuss this matter properly." Jessica retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? What could be shady? Haven't I sent the account books for Aunt Helen to review all this time?" "It's quite a coincidence," Carissa said, her tone growing stern. "The account books you sent to my mother-in-law are completely different from those I found at The Gilded Tower. The books you provided show losses, while the ones from The Gilded Tower show pro

She tried to distract herself from the sudden tension by looking at the restaurant. The Gilded Lily lived up to its name. Its exterior was white marble and polished brass, its tall, arching windows gleaming with warm light, exuding an atmosphere of old-world royalty and new-world wealth. It was quite the opposite of The Cozy Corner, the casual place Lucian had taken them to for their date. While The Cozy Corner was a dim, informal hangout, The Gilded Lily was classically elegant and undeniably expensive—the typical place Vyr Machiavelli would pick out.

All my best ideas get caught up in the mediocre ones, so I find myself leaping from plan to plan. I promise I’ll try to keep to the point. Don’t make me turn the charm on you too. I've got sex appeal and I'm not afraid to use it. As long as you’re not a shifter too? Anyway, the casino, now that was one of my very best ideas. The Gilded Falcon. My pride and joy. Rich red carpets, a dozen red felt topped playing tables with rich mahogany everywhere else. I went against gold. Too much gold always looks tacky, too little looks like you can’t afford it, so none.