Greatest Estate Designer Novels & Stories

The design was so pleasant to the eye and reminded her of the Victorian era mixed with a modern touch. Honestly, their heritage house in Alabang was also big, but not as spacious as the Greyson's French-Mediterranean themed mansion. She then scowled as she looked at the magnificent chandeliers in a daze. Because Chloe's mother, Norma Bersales, was a former interior designer, she felt nostalgic. Her gorgeous mother had a huge influence on her understanding of house design and everything related to it. With that in mind, she suddenly missed her. So much that she had to hold back the tears. Now was not the time for her to be overly dramatic. She believed she was just overwhelmed with everything

“I heard you were the lead designer for XEG’s new collection?” “That’s right.” “Then tell me—did you personally draw and create the *Majestic Elegance* collection?” Jillian froze for a moment before answering confidently. “Yes. I drew and designed it myself. I’m the designer—drawing, planning, producing—that’s my job. Why are you asking?”

It was right after her father’s estate had been sold, and she needed another project to keep sane after the arduous task. Meeting with a top realtor, she’d scoured the city for the perfect place, and when she found it, she dove right into an exorbitant renovation process of her own, which included top designers, including her best friend, Ritchie. She wanted an ultra-chic, calming palette to come home to—soothing colors and top of the line furnishings. Sparing no expense, her home was completed, and soon

“That’s older than half the bloody country!” Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more overwhelmed, she showed up. Bianca Devayne, interior designer to the stars, creative director of Divine Aesthetic in Beverly Hills, and a certified menace in Gucci heels. She swanned in like she owned the damn place, tossing her platinum hair and snapping her fingers at her well dressed crew of designers, stylists, and custom craftsmen. “Sweetheart, this place is STUNNING,” she gasped, clutching her pearl necklace dramatically. “I haven’t climaxed over architecture like this since Clooney’s Lake Como villa.”

"I have you to thank for all of this." "Honestly, you should be thanking Dad," I said, a little sheepish. "I would've left him on the side of the road. Dad's the one who insisted we help him." I paused, a small smile tugging at my mouth. "But I'm glad it worked out the way it did." It had been Max's aunt, Andreina, who designed Esther's gown, and her sister Annaliese who'd designed the ring Julian had slipped onto Esther's finger the night he proposed.

**Chapter 53: Rising Opportunities** The Hudson Yards development site rose like a steel and glass phoenix from the western edge of Manhattan, a symbol of ambition and reinvention that mirrored my own journey. I stood on the observation deck during my first official site visit, wind whipping through my hair as I surveyed the sprawling canvas before me. This wasn’t just another commission. This was a high-profile mixed-use tower project with residential, retail, and cultural spaces—exactly the scale that could cement Evelyn Langford Designs as a major force in New York’s luxury interior scene.

He forced a casual tone. Fine. It's your call. If you don't want North Corporation, by the way, is that a sketch you're holding? Which designer are you considering? Just curious. Wow. Sebastian handed over the detailed sketch. Joseph, an old friend from Italy. He recently opened a design firm here in California. Edward's eyes widened as he noticed the initials SD at the bottom corner of the blueprint. His mind raced back to seeing Bianca near the gates. Earlier she designed this. This was done by one of his designers, Sebastian continued. Oblivious to Edward's reaction, she drafted a full concept for my three, zero, zero zero square meter villa in under half an hour, incorporating every deta

"Time for my first question, pethi mou." "What...now?" The intensity in his expression sent tingles up and down her body. Darian, I’m going to show my collection to a group of intimidating professionals who make or break designers on a whim. This is not the time for some silly game that I will lose whichever way I — " "Why? Do you have so much to hide? " That shut her up promptly. "Fine," she said, bracing herself for a lacerating question. "My estate, what did you truly think of it?"

It was a scene full of quiet charm. “The designer of this estate was really thoughtful,” she said in admiration. Scott smiled and nodded. “Bet you can’t guess who it was.” Julissa thought about it. It was hard to guess. “Is it someone I know?” “Yeah.”

“The Designer of the Year award is practically yours already.” I smiled, but there was a quiet storm inside me. Five years of building an empire. Five years of watching my boys grow. Five years of healing… and five years of carefully feeding the fire of revenge that still burned in my chest. The invitation had arrived two weeks ago. The prestigious Global Luxury Awards Gala in New York was honoring me as Designer of the Year for the Twinx Collection, the very first collection I had created for my babies. It was also celebrating the fifth anniversary of House of Olwen. The world wanted to see Aurelia Cole.And I was finally ready to let them.