Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐚 The morning air in the Italian alleyway was suddenly too thin and too cold. Maya stood frozen with her hand still locked in Lucian’s, watching Victoria Sterling as if she were a viper coiled in a garden of lilies. The orange glow of the streetlamps caught the diamond-encrusted watch on Victoria’s wrist with a timepiece that cost more than a small country's annual budget.

Chapter 80 The Grand Sterling Gala was not merely a party; it was a high-stakes theatrical production where the costumes cost more than the average Spaniard’s mortgage and the subtext was written in blood. The Villa de Cristal had been transformed into a shimmering cathedral of decadence. Calla lilies cascaded from the chandeliers like frozen waterfalls, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted truffles and the cold, sharp ozone of filtered wealth. I, however, was in the Ninth Circle of Hell.

Was she involved, or had she stumbled on something she shouldn’t have? He ran a hand through his hair, muscles tightening as he recalled her every gesture. She was a problem now, whether he liked it or not. He hadn’t anticipated her proximity to the consultant or the possibility that she might be drawn into this web. He snapped his fingers, and the automated curtains of the terrace slid closed, dimming the world outside, leaving only the faint glow of the mansion interior and the soft lamplight bouncing off the table. He tapped the cigarette ash into the tray, then grabbed a fresh one. Lighting it, he took a slow drag, the nicotine cutting through the tension, but barely.

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES

Ring. Ring... The golden coloured telephone with a round dial ringed repeatedly. The ring of the telephone was louder, so Akshara could hear from her room which was located just above the room of her godmother, Nicoria. Akshara peeped out of her room and examined who was calling. The telephone ringed continuously, it turned out to be no one was willing to pick the telephone. Akshara tiptoed with her soft feet and passed the room of her godmother. The room was the godmother was remained shut just like five hours before.

“My birthday is coming up. Adopt me? Can I have a million dollars for Christmas?” Mitchell rolled his eyes and ignored me. Well, they suck. Literally. We all entered the elevator and Cheri pushed the button to go up. The elevator gates opened to what I can only describe as a golden mansion. Seriously, everything is gold. Gold trimmed, gold tinted, golden etching. It was a little much. Gorgeous, but unnecessary. “Who is your decorator? Mitchell?” They ignored me again. Lucas slowed his pace and walked next to me. “How are you holding up? Are you hungry at all?”

" 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?”

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

The iron-gated walls of the massive Sterling Manor loomed out of the pouring rain like an impenetrable gothic fortress. Kasen Thorne sat in the leather backseat of the Maybach, his face a stoic, unreadable mask of stone. He didn't look at the towering spires of the estate, nor did he look at the grand limestone arches. But internally, a dark, primal thrill of satisfaction thrummed through his veins. The Patek Philippe watch was gone from his wrist, pawned to buy the secrets that had saved her life, but he didn't care. He had won.