Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

As soon as she stepped out the gate, a subdivision service vehicle passed by, so she quickly hopped in and headed toward the exit. Upon entering her apartment, she immediately frowned, holding a transparent envelope filled with papers. It seemed like that annoying Adam was trying to kidnap her. The people had no idea she was already a billionaire now. Ugh! It really irritated her. “What’s with that frown? Did you two meet?” Tiffany grinned at her, but Yza just grimaced. “Wow, the grandma’s got a smile now? You know about this?” Tiffany teased as she started sorting out groceries and separating Yza’s chocolates.

"Except for one minor detail. How do you plan to pay for a single stitch of clothing, Maisie? You don't have a single copper coin to your name." My breath hitched. "I... I have my own savings back at Harcourt Cottage—" "Are you referring to this?" Sterling reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy gold ring set with a brilliant blood-red ruby and crushed diamonds. My heart stopped. My face drained of all color. "Where did you get that?"

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.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

used for the tall building. Most of the decorations and ornaments in the apartment were golden. Maybe not all of them were made of real gold, but even the gold color gave a luxurious and expensive impression. Therefore, Vivian was a bit nervous when she was in the elevator that would take her to the penthouse. The mysterious man had only asked her to cover her eyes with a blindfold after she pressed his doorbell, and that was why Vivian had used this opportunity to look around her even if she was now inside the golden elevator. Indeed, there was no button in the elevator, but it went straight up after Vivian entered and the door closed again. Maybe there was a sensor or something, but Vivian

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

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?

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.

"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."