Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

TERRA The Brillantes compound was a fortress of marble, gold, and quiet cruelty and I had never felt more at home. I reclined on the silk chaise in my private quarters, legs crossed elegantly, a crystal glass of chilled champagne balanced between my fingers. The room smelled of fresh roses and expensive perfume, the kind that cost more than most people earned in a month. Heavy velvet drapes framed the tall windows, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror across from me reflected back a woman who finally looked like she belonged in this world.

The lobby was marble and glass, cold enough to remind you you didn’t belong there unless you were carved from the same stone. The elevator ride felt endless. I caught my reflection in the doors: sleek black pantsuit, hair pulled back, red lipstick that said don’t mistake me for fragile. When the doors opened, I stepped into a penthouse that looked more like an art gallery than an office. Alexander stood by the window, city spread beneath him like a conquered empire. “Elara,” he said without turning. “You’re punctual.” “I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” I said, closing the distance between us.

The city lights stretched like veins of gold beneath the penthouse windows, their glow spilling over polished marble floors and casting long, warm reflections across the living room. The gala’s chaos still hummed faintly in the background — flashing cameras, whispered rumors, headlines screaming across smartphones — but here, in the sanctuary of Ethan’s penthouse, it felt like a different world. A world that belonged only to them.

I can still hear her through the thin walls,- the sound of her sighing as she lays down, the catch in her breath and slight curse as her bruised ribs meet the mattress. ‘She will not be a ghost anymore. She has been found, and as of tonight, she is the most precious and protected creature on this earth. She just does not know about her cage.’ I stay for a few more hours, a statue of silk and muscle guarding Santa as she sleeps until the sun begins to light the horizon. I may be a billionaire CEO, the Titan of the business world and a powerful alpha. But here, in the cold air of the Narrows, am simply a wolf who has found his missing piece.

"I feel like a trophy you’re about to put on a shelf." "You aren't a trophy, Elara," he said, walking toward her. He stood behind her, his heat radiating through the thin silk of her gown. He reached out, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her back as he fastened the clasp of her necklace. "You are a declaration of war. Anyone who thinks they can touch what is mine will see you tonight and realize how wrong they are." The Sterling Gala was held in the ballroom of the Metropolitan Museum. As Julian led Elara inside, his hand firmly on the small of her back, the room went silent. The elite of New York—the old money, the tech giants, the vultures—all turned to stare.

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.

There was only one person inside that came out, a beautiful woman with long black hair that is perfectly curled, wearing a nice vibrant red dress, dark sunglasses, and a long white open trench coat. I smiled at her before getting inside the elevator and waited for the doors to close. I took a step back to lean on the wall behind me but my heels stepped on something hard lying on the floor. I looked down and saw that it was a beautiful necklace with a small diamond pendant hanging on it which definitely looks real. It took me a minute to realize that the necklace could belong to the woman that just got off the elevator and when I looked up, it was too late, the doors closed but I managed to c

"But that's millions of dollars. Who did that?" "One of the new gentlemen, Mr. Underhill. He was very confident while paying and determined to have you for himself," Candice blushed and nodded before leaving for the golden room. She was a little nervous walking through the hall towards the private area. The golden room was the most luxurious one of them. It was a big flat with a Jacuzzi, a private bar, and a vast terrace. She inhaled a deep breath before she opened the door and went inside. "Do you believe in love at first sight, Candice?" Richard asks when he sees Candice stepping inside the room. He smirked at her confinement, "Because I didn't until I saw you," Candice was flushed red whe

Now, I wake up the following morning, unclothed and entangled with Loretta in bed. ......................................................................... I promptly dressed and requested that Loretta do the same, urging her to depart without further discussion. The evidence was undeniable; waking up naked with her was an irrefutable sign that something had transpired between us. Loretta seemed relentless in her desire to cause havoc in my life. From innocently helping me cook to ending up in bed together, the circumstances defied easy explanation. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, as I realized Loretta's realization of my status as the CEO of Melanie Company had driven her to

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.