Gilded Age Season 3 소설 & 이야기

The emerald cufflinks gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing whispers from the crowd. "They're absolutely gorgeous! Even if we can't buy them, just seeing them today is worth it!" "Yeah, I wonder who'll win them. They're incredibly rare!" Sitting in the corner, Jack kissed the woman's cheek and said, "It's just $30 million. Babe, I know you can afford it." I recognized the woman. If I was not mistaken, she was Vanessa Gordon, the Gordon family's illegitimate daughter. Although she was officially acknowledged as a member of the Gordon family a few years ago, she actually had little authority.

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

THE GILDED CAGE CLOSES The morning after her wedding, Chaewon awoke not to birdsong or bridal bliss, but to silence so cold it rattled her bones. The estate was vast—too vast. Its corridors were lined with ancestral portraits, eyes that judged, mouths that whispered sins from golden frames. Every wall was history. Every breath, surveillance. She sat up in bed, her throat dry. Jian was nowhere to be found. Not surprising. He hadn’t touched her. Not last night. Not even a kiss after the wedding.

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

Third-Person POV The paper shook in Edward Hayes’s hand, though not because of his age. Even at the age of eighty, his hold remained firm His fingers paled against the stained newspaper as he looked at the headline. "Notorious billionaire heir Damien Hayes was seen leaving the club with two models at 3am." The page's pictures had cockiness, like his grandson wearing sunglasses and driving a Lamborghini at night, the same smug smirk that curled his lips that we had grown up with.

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife. Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death. Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor. When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh. “Benjamin, how did you end up like this?” I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago. After a long silence, I asked, “A

“Of course. Everyone has.” I felt Liana stiffen beside me. “She pretends to be innocent,” the first woman continued. “But I heard she seduced her way into this company.” A laugh followed. Dry. Cruel. Liana’s fingers tightened against her own arms. “She always targets rich men,” the second woman said. “And guess who her new target is?” A pause. “Adrian Cole.” My jaw tightened. “She dragged him in here earlier. Shameless.” “She’s forcing herself on him now that he’s single.”