Novel & Cerita Golden Terrace Novel

was all I answered before turning my back to go inside. They persisted and continued to ask questions but the guards blocked them. I didn't even look at them because what they were asking was too personal and it's dangerous for my career. I know others will find a way to break me and I won't let that happen. I was relieved when I finally got inside. I closed my eyes and calmed myself before smiling and opening my eyes. I started to walk towards the table where my friends and my brother were sitting. I feel people’s attention turning towards me as I walk. Who wouldn't? I am so stunning tonight. Wearing my sleeveless silver silk backless evening gown that has a slit on my right thigh. I also

The mansion remained as tranquil as the day before, yet now, sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting enchanting shadows upon the plush velvet carpet adorned with intricate golden patterns. This place exuded opulence and grandeur. Asterin and Astrea strode ahead, their murmurs barely audible, tempting me to strain my ears in hopes of catching a snippet of their conversation. At last, we halted before a colossal golden door, its brilliance nearly blinding. It could only be genuine gold, a testament to the extravagance of this estate.

A new apartment at another point in town - a respectable distance from the Castor Mansion- a new car from my mom, and a new card to get whatever I wanted. Charles had desperate needs. He wanted his plan to work perfectly. The text was from Alexander’s assistant. She gave me an extensive list on the details of the security defense systems, how it was going to be like, and then a personal account to send the money Alexander had asked for. "Well that's nice. Mr Warner is concerned about his security so much now." Ruby's voice and hot breath tickled my neck, sending a trail of goosebumps down my arms. When had she moved here? And how on earth had she done that so quietly?

The morning sun poured into the Blackwell penthouse like molten gold, spilling across the marble floors, catching on the delicate crystal glasses arranged on the dining table, and glinting off Adrian’s silver watch. The penthouse, usually silent at this hour, held the quiet hum of domestic life—a rare luxury for the two of them amidst the chaos of their world.

And on the front porch stood Krishna, with all my sisters behind her. She looked at me with a stoic expression. "Finders, keepers!" I shouted at her. Her brows furrowed, obviously confused. I smirked and continued walking. I'm not letting her resurrect the Great Witch. And the only way, is finding the golden trinket first. I turned my back to the mansion I once called home and grabbed the keys to my black mini cooper car. It’s time to finally feel freedom and blend into the crowd of humans in the city.

​The Sterling Estate was not merely large; it was a fortress of isolation, its opulence serving as a heavy, golden blanket over a total lack of warmth. Elara's life was now dictated by the rhythm of the monitors and the schedules set by Vera Thorne. Her days were divided between the mandatory hour of supervised treadmill walking, the consumption of hyper-optimal, tasteless meals prepared by a rotation of remote chefs, and the most unexpected sanctuary of all: Project Cassandra.

“Thorne is a legend. And not the good kind. He’s the reason Sterling’s private life is a black hole. If he’s on you already, you need to be perfect.” “I know.” I took a long sip of water. “I saw the penthouse. It’s... cold. Empty. It’s like he bought the most expensive box in the world and has no idea what to put in it. He said he wants a story of ‘control’ and ‘discernment’.” “Sounds like a cheery guy,” Lena deadpanned. “He asked me about the champagne.” I set the glass down, the clink loud in the quiet room. “As I was leaving. He asked if it was really an accident.”

He didn't say a word as he took our bags; he just nodded with a quiet, respectful intensity that reminded me of the soldiers Dante used to lead. The drive to the Arts Tower was a journey through a city that felt different. The "Golden Empire" we had built was still there, the infrastructure of the Moretti-Vane name humming in the background, but this new district, the Sterling-Thorne corridor, felt like a puncture in the gray. We arrived at the gala just as the first guests were beginning to filter out. The lobby was a cathedral of raw concrete and warm light. And there, standing at the base of the grand staircase, were the two people who had turned the world upside down.

"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."