Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

“Get rid of the problem once and for all. Damn it, I should have done this from the very start.” Enzo nodded. “It’s settled.” They pulled into the crescent driveway of The Gilded Swan, the most prestigious hotel in all of Belmare. It was modern luxury wrapped in golden sandstone and glass. Montez’s guards held the door open for him and he stepped out like he owned the place. Which he did. At least half of it. There wasn’t a city in the country he didn’t have investments in.

Valerie’s POV ‘I said yes to the love of my life… Hopefully, his hearts belong to me.’ The humongous rock on the wedding band glistens under the bright moonlight as I sway my small fingers in admiration. After the remarkable scene at the restaurant, he drove me to a stunning castle like a stone tower. It's fair to say Baron isn't just a billionaire, but a god at surprises. Every single detail of the towel is amazing, the grand halls, custom-made chandeliers, master bedrooms, and right now, I’m standing on the rooftop with a fine jacuzzi. It's filled with crystal blue water shimmering under the moonlight.

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.

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.”

The seating chart was on a small ivory card on the sideboard, and Eleanor checked it as they came in and found that Preston had not been invited, which she registered as either mercy or strategy and could not immediately determine which. She was seated between her uncle Gerrard and Daniel. Gerrard was seventy, red-faced, jovial in the specific way of men who have never had to moderate themselves and have mistaken this for good humor. He collected American antiques. Eleanor had, in the car, considered warning Daniel about Gerrard, and had decided against it for the same reason she’d decided against the shirt: Daniel didn’t need to be managed. Daniel needed to be allowed. Gerrard found Daniel

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.

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. Marcus had given me to her. The truth sat heavy in my chest like a stone. No matter how many times I tried to turn it over in my head, it didn’t soften. Valeria wasn’t lying and Marcus didn’t make any attempt to defend himself. He hadn’t fought for me, he hadn’t warned me. He had just stood there and watched her take me. As Collateral. The guards led me through the long halls lined with dark art and cold marble. Everything smelled of leather and something expensive I couldn’t name. Power, or maybe. Control.

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.