Novel & Cerita Golden Terrace Novel

Even James Coney came, but her condition kept worsening. Out of desperation, Hailey went to Alex for help. They got some stuff from Nine Villa before departing. About half an hour later, they arrived at Golden Manor, an upscale neighborhood. It was much more expensive than Maple Villa and was one of the more sought-after residential areas in California. Located just steps away was Sunset Lake, one of California’s most popular tourist attractions. Peaceful, tranquility, and with plenty of fresh air to boot, it was the perfect living community for society’s upper class. Found among its residents were multi-millionaires, retired ministers, or even superstar celebrities. It was also the ideal lo

Waving in response, I made my way to the border of the streets. A taxi quickly stopped in front of me and I smiled. It was just like I said. “Please. Take me to the Diamond Gates Hospital.” “That's a hundred dollars.” That was the last thing I heard, when something zapped me by the neck. Pain shot through my nerves and darkness appeared at the corner of my eyes. There was no one to call to, and I felt completely alone. Danger— The word rang in my head but it was too late.

I tried to smile back, but my lips were quivering. “Welcome to Gold leaves. Name, please?” “I…uh…Elles…” I caught myself quickly. God! “Mrs Holland,” I corrected quickly. The woman gave me a once over, then typed on her computer. A few seconds later, she offered that smile that racked at my nerves. “Penthouse private suite. You've already been cleared upstairs.” Just like that? “The maitre d’ will lead you to the private elevator. Please enjoy your stay with us.”

“Nothing good is convenient.” She crossed the workshop floor — four steps over sawdust and the smell of linseed — and when she reached him she thought of all the things she had been given in her life that she had never chosen: the name, the estate, the topiary spheres, the obligation and the silverware and the seating chart. And she thought of Marlene’s coffee, dark and honest, and the bottle labeled ghost, and the way he had smiled at her in June as if she had said something genuinely funny, which she had.

It felt heavy, like a weapon. "I don't want his money, Selene," Ophelia whispered, her breath fogging the glass. "I want the people who made you run to pay for every tear you shed in the back of my shop. If boosting the Yates stock is how I destroy the Sterlings, then I’ll become the most ruthless architect this industry has ever seen." The house finally settled into a deep, expensive quiet. The only sound was the distant hum of the estate’s security systems. But as Ophelia sat at her new desk, opening the first encrypted file of the deep-blue diamonds, her computer screen suddenly flickered with a violent burst of static.

"You’re mine, Lila. Even if I have to burn this city to the ground to keep you, you aren't going anywhere." The Sterling penthouse was a fortress of glass, steel, and suffocating silence. As the private elevator doors parted with a soft, expensive chime, Lila realized it no longer felt like a home. It was no longer the place where she had tentatively started to believe in a future. It felt like a very expensive, very beautiful tomb—a monument to everything they had lost in the wreckage of the Thorne warehouse.

ELENA The moment the gate of Valeria’s mansion closed behind me, I knew my fate had been sealed. The place was too quiet, too clean. The kind of silence that swallowed sound and left you all alone with your thoughts. I felt like I had been dropped in a different world, a world where rules bent for one woman, and that woman’s name was Valeria Moretti.

The Golden Cage The morning sun bled through the heavy velvet curtains of the Thorne Penthouse. Liora opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented by the sheer opulence surrounding her. The ceiling was high, decorated with subtle gold leaf patterns. The bed was large enough to fit four people comfortably. Then, the memories of the previous night flooded back. The car crash. The fire. The rebirth. And the devil who had saved her. Liora sat up, her body still feeling the lingering effects of the sedative.

I grabbed the tablet, scrolling quickly. My heart pounded. “Impossible…” I whispered. Then I saw it. Fiancé. Billionaire. Ares Vincenzo. My grip tightened. “So that’s how she did it,” I hissed. “She must have slept her way out...” “Faline,” Kage warned. “Read properly.” I kept reading. And with every word. My anger grew. “She hit the jackpot,” I muttered. Before I could stop myself, I hurled the tablet across the room.