Greatest Estate Designer Novels & Stories

"It will be Laura's dowry when she marries into the Schroder family." "Wonderful," my stepmother said excitedly. "That will show the Schroders how much we value Laura." I couldn't take it anymore. This estate was designed by my mother. Every inch of it was filled with memories of her. The trees in the garden, the corners of every room—they were my entire childhood. I stormed into the living room. "What gives you the right? My mother designed this estate!" My father and stepmother looked at me without a hint of guilt.

Greenstead estate. Where living is an experience. This was the big sign that welcomed visitors and residents into the exclusive high end estate in a serene part of the suburbs. The estate was reputed to be the cream of real estate, where the kings or wealthiest people co-existed away from the ordinary folk. Each resident cherished Greenstead, as each could reign as a king in his kingdom, while being privileged to live next door to other kings. The Garcia mansion stood at the center of this estate. The drive to the house was often described as scenic, while the estate was being lauded for its picturesque and inspiring features that created order and elegance. The area was filled with beautif

It all looks very familiar. I guess it’s because this is exactly how I would have painted and decorated my room if I did it myself. It was built lavishly in an estate overlooking the woods and a stream with a waterfall at the other side of the building. My room was very big and spacious, and it was decorated just the way I like it. It seems like the designer read my mind, or probably knows me too well. Just like Liam.

“I’m not stupid. But I’ll fight for the role of a wedding designer.” Mr. D grins and turns to Zed. “The thousand diamonds is on me. Uncle Kim and his inspiration will donate another one thousand. And mom will donate ten thousand. That makes me the most outstanding designer of the century and the creator of the most expensive wedding gown in the world.” Zed freezes in his place, too astounded to understand the information overload. He stares at Mr. D and the woman, too lost at the explosion of truth. “I told you I’m giving you the chance to escape from this moron forever. And only mom can give that chance.”

"An asset? I’m an interior designer he won't let work, a wife he won't touch, and a woman who can't even walk across a ballroom without breaking the floorboards." "You are the sole heiress to the Davis Group," Braden corrected her, his voice low and firm. "You graduated top of your class in design, and you possess a sharp, brilliant mind. I've read your architectural critiques, Giselle. Your vision is magnificent. You are intelligent, and beneath the tears, you are exceptionally beautiful."

I crashed into my seat behind the desk. Then I opened my laptop, it sat on the desk staring back at me, the UrbanAxis, a well-known group of estate developers, their project sat on the screen, untouched. They had reached out and were hoping to strike a deal with Banks Holdings. I know how that works, I have been in the system long enough to know they would go with the best proposal. And what Ms. Elizabeth Anderson, the head of design, had come up with? My God! I was beginning to think she wanted me gone from the business.

Mayor McCummins turned to Brian and then smiled at the critic. “Tell me, have you ever been to the Thomas Garden Estate?” she asked him. “No Ma’am.” “The Martini Guesthouse?” “Yes Ma’am.” “What do you think of that garden?” she asked him point blank. “It’s an obvious delight.” He replied confused. “That was the handy work of these youngsters behind me. Do yourself a favor, go walk the gardens of the Thomas estate. That garden was designed, planned and created by the boys behind me. And more than one person in this room can testify that it was these young men behind me that did that work, including a number of the recent high school graduates.”

No successor. The third paragraph was the one that made me put down my coffee. Celestine Arnaud was not looking to acquire Reyes. She was looking to give it something. Specifically: her archive. Forty years of original designs, fabric samples, pattern books, correspondence, and documentation. The complete creative history of a house that had, quietly and without fanfare, influenced almost every major designer working today including, the letter noted, the designer currently running Reyes. She wanted to give it to me.

Edward Callahan sat at his large, mahogany desk, scanning the photographs in front of him. As the CEO of the Callahan Group, he was always on the lookout for talented designers to collaborate with. But this particular search was personal. The fifth concubine of Country S's royal family had been known for her exquisite taste in jewelry. Edward had been trying to track down the designer behind those stunning pieces for years.

Master Bradley shook his head and stated, "We are all designers.Design was a discipline that brilliantly merged romanticism and science. It was completely impossible for designers to leverage the 'fortunate' to obtain success.” Trent grinned but didn't reply. "Fortunately, your design style is not like that of the designer named Rossy," Master Bradley abruptly observed, which made Trent and Mona both scowl. Someone next to them heard this and inquired unconsciously, "Isn't Rossy the winner of this year's award? Is there any inner story?" Master Bradley expelled a cold snort. "Her design work this year was known to blend nature and structures, in my opinion.”