Greatest Estate Developer Novel Novels & Stories

Calling it an estate alone sounds quite insulting if I’m being honest. That estate is a gold mine that has been in existence long before I was born. It seems just like a regular piece of land to outsiders but every man born to our world knows the power that comes with owning that property. It’s secluded and picturesque scenery gives its owner a level of secrecy and exclusivity, creating a contrasting image with the criminal activities that goes on beneath the estate grounds. A perfect distraction from the prying eyes of the cops, if you ask me. My favorite part of its location in Saddle River is its closeness to New York City and the other major hubs, allowing for easy access to the underwor

His mother sounded like a nice person but we all need crackheads in our circle, I thought looking ahead with a sly smile. After fifteen more minutes on the road, we finally arrived at the estate lined with a couple of Victorian-style houses. This was the King's estate, owned by Diego's grandfather. According to several sources online, the estate was a tribute to his great-grandmother's housing designs. The next minute we were pulling up to the biggest building in the estate. It was a mansion with an undeniable grandeur and elegance. It felt like a privilege to be here. Funny, I usually thought stepping into my villa was a privilege to anyone.

But Claudia and her daughter were so excited that they failed to check the corpse, to see who was really in there. Ethan’s stomach twisted. Of course. His father had helped her. His father had manipulated the guards to send a fake corpse. Julian, with his endless resources, his ruthless business acumen. His father, who had somehow managed to sink his claws into the one person Ethan had ever truly loved. Was this her plan all along?

Spencer scolded his son. Cole smiled and said, “I’m just laughing at you country bumpkins. You’re simple fools who are overwhelmed by new experiences and luxurious surroundings. You aren’t afraid of people making fun of you at all. The Areses are the richest family in Imperial Capital. Tourmaline Estate is comparable to a royal palace, and they have requisitioned even the surrounding lands. If you’re planning to build a villa next to Tourmaline Estate, then you’d have to build it in the wilderness.” Grand Old Master Yorks’ expression turned dark.

This was the estate where Alpha Nelson's mother and father lived. The estate was a very mighty and beautiful one; it was really a testament to the wealth the Divine's family has. Their wealth was really not to be compared; they were the richest in the country and indeed with a very high class. The Divine's family was not called the wealthiest for nothing. Immediately they got to the estate building. Grace sighted their reporters outside the largest estate they were gathering and waited for Alpha Nelson to arrive with Grace. Immediately Grace got down from the car; her head raced. She looked down at Alpha Nelson and gulped down hard.

"Dad, hurry up and have Cillian sign the papers—transfer the shares to Arthur. "Oh, and since Cillian is not really a Harrison, he shouldn't be allowed to take a single thing that belongs to the family. No house, no car, nothing. "After all, why should a bastard get to benefit from Harrison property?" All eyes turned to my grandfather. In the dead silence, he slowly spoke. "Cillian is my one and only biological grandson. The shares in his name do not need to be transferred to anyone."

In business, one’s hand must get dirty with blood to smell money. He stood up and turned to the bookshelves behind him. His fingers began to trace every book until he got to it. The one which he had replaced its contents with the documents. He had them stapled into the pages as though they were the real book. ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’ reads the title. It used to be his favorite book since he bought this estate. It had helped him a lot in navigating his guilt. Now, none of Sinclair’s men could break into his estate or get past the heavy security in it. None of them.

"The Fausts had not given out a single penny. They'd used the money that Bradshaw Operations had invested into clearing the land." "You…Oh!" Esther was foaming at the mouth. Gilbert and Alec had long discovered that the land was unusable. That was why they built their scheme around it and claimed that there was great potential investing in it. It was all just a ruse to make Esther cough up the money and make a huge profit later on. But in reality, that plot of land was barren. It took a long time for Esther to recover. With reddened eyes, she glared at Gilbert. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

twenty-five acres of land with a massive five stories mansion built at the center surrounded by concrete fences with guards. Three years ago, when Ethan Hawke got chosen out of hundred men applying to be a servant in the house of Harrison Rider, one of the most powerful business tycoons in the country, he thought this was going to be a piece of heaven because the pay being offered was incredible, ten times better than what he could make at his old job and more, plus free meals and living quarter.

CHAPTER 81: PREP Dashiell's Pov The sprawling estate stretched out before me, every inch of it brimming with the sounds of people running, scrubbing the walls, mowing the lawns and trimming the shrubs. From the towering marble pillars to the magnificent arched statues that framed the large double doors, it was the epitome of old-world grandeur. The estate, no, the palace, originally belonged to the last known generation of the Etruscans before it was bought by the Blackwood family more than a century ago.