روايات وقصص ضمن Golden Terrace Novel

Inside, a diamond earring shimmered in the afternoon sun—a unique, high-end piece that screamed of wealth. "Care to explain how this luxurious earring ended up at a blood-stained crime scene in a low-rent hotel?" Cliffer asked. "And don't play dumb with me, Jessica. I know about your constant visits to Mama G. I know about your obsession with Isabella Sterling. I know you were looking for dirt, and I think you found something you couldn't handle." Jessica’s face went from flushed to a ghostly, chalky white. She stared at the earring, her breath hitching in her throat.

Once he looks at her, she swirls her fingers around the bottom half of her face. " And pull your mask up." Goldie quickly complies. Katcha returns her attention to the pile of broken phone pieces on her other hand. She looks through the pieces of silver, fishing out her SIM and SD card that miraculously all came out intact. As they neared the building entrance, Katcha quickly stepped toward the garbage bins close by to toss the other scraps. Goldie follows her in a hurry, confused as to where she was heading. Right as she was about to turn to him, she bumps into his chest. Goldie grabs both of her upper arms to prevent her from falling on her back.

Gerald said calmly, leaving no room for doubt, “Mrs. Howard, anyone who stands by my side is bound to grab people’s attention. You need to get used to it. My wife must be the most beautiful woman in the crowd. She must be the shining star.” North’s heart pounded faster and faster. “So, take it,” Gerald said warmly. “If you don’t want it, then there’s no point in its existence.” North nodded numbly. … Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a luxury jewelry store. When Gerald exited the car, the manager welcomed him respectfully with a bright smile. “Mr. Howard, the jewelry pieces you asked for have been completed.” North was curious how such expensive purple diamonds would look.

"You've been working for my mother for the longest time, Mr. Zimmer. Or are you not sure who's actually the grandson of Miles Langford here?" Mr. Zimmer stopped in his tracks, freezing up. "Well, I…" Jennie shot him an annoyed glare right then. "My sister is the heir to this company! And you're going against her orders?! Perhaps you rather pack your things and leave?!" Mr. Zimmer paled in fear right then, and glanced at me gingerly, "Please, Mr. Langford—I have a family to feed, so please just leave and don't make this any harder for me." Though he gestured for security to drag me outside, I picked up a vase from the table and threw it at them as they closed in. "Come on, just try me! I'm no

I shouldn't have given up on the idea of breaking up with Tessa when I found out that she was one of the heiresses in Jetland's upper class, just because she had persuaded me. Whenever Tessa felt that I was greedy for her money, she would keep talking about equality in love and that we should not let money control us. I never should have believed her. The only thing I had in mind back then was during the coldest time in winter, she had let me warm my hands on her stomach. When I had a headache, she would massage my head gently with her warm hands. We had once been in love, and we had once been sweet together. However, we should not have let money taint our love.

Fake flames flickered and CGI logs crackled, emitting a nice, warm heat. The hallway ended at two huge ass golden doors. A doorman opened those golden arches when Amber and the Head Goddess’s heels came echoing down the oddly quiet hallway. No sounds of music or raucous laughter erupted from the Godwin penthouse. Maybe they were just waiting for her for the party to fucking begin.

The grand double doors of the estate threw a warm, inviting golden light across the wet stone driveway. I took one deep, final breath, looking out at my new sanctuary. My old, naive life was officially dead, burned to ash in the grand ballroom of the Grand Hyatt. But as I glanced at the powerful billionaire sitting beside me in the dim light, I knew that from those very ashes, a beautiful, lethal monster was about to be born.

I woke to sunlight streaming through massive windows and the sound of birds singing outside. For a moment, I was disoriented. This wasn’t Elena’s cabin. This wasn’t the wilderness. This was luxury: a king-sized bed with silk sheets, furniture that probably cost more than my entire life at Crescent Moon, and a bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. Blackthorn Pack. Kade. My mate. Good morning,* my wolf said, stretching contentedly in my mind. Sleep well?

The morning after the resolution of Rule 59 brought a stillness to the Thorne estate that I hadn't felt in exactly three hundred and sixty five days. For a year, this house had been a "Gilded Cage," a structure built of cold marble, high security protocols, and the crushing weight of a debt that felt like it was carved into my very bones. But as the sun rose over the horizon, painting the Sahara in shades of bruised purple and molten gold, the walls no longer felt like they were closing in.