Greatest Estate Developer Novel Romane & Geschichten

There’s a roaring in my ears, for I have not had a thing since breakfast, which was just a sandwich. My breath catches in my throat as I gulp, knowing that I have to say something, have to plead with the man in front of me, to help me to pay off my poor Dad’s bills. For Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just are the realtor giants who are buying every property in sight, turning them into fancy housing estates for the elite. Lavish bungalows in gated societies, with pools huge gyms, movie theatres, and restaurants…the works.

Except for Harper. He'd thrown himself into his studies and started creating the plan to take down the man who had driven him away from everything he'd ever known and loved. After graduating with honors, he and Davis had started buying small houses and flipping them. They had been so successful at it, soon they were buying up larger tracts of land, and either holding onto it until a big developer's eye caught it or developing it themselves. Over the last ten years, he had eaten and slept Ward Development Corporation until it was the multi-million-dollar company it was today.

Calla commented sincerely. "Of course! You have no idea how many developers have had their eyes on this place, wanting to build estates here. Grandma bought up the nearby hills just to keep those developers from ruining the scenery," Pierre added suddenly. Calla was shocked to hear this. Winona had always struck her as a simple, down-to-earth person, with none of the airs of a wealthy lady. But now that she thought about it, buying up the surrounding hills must have cost a fortune. Still, it made sense. Truly wealthy people seldom flaunted their wealth—unlike those flashy, nouveau riche types.

Ten years of raising him, and all I got was a mumbled apology. Something twisted in my chest, but I forced it down. Ethan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a folded paper, holding it out to me. I didn't want to take it, but he just stood there with his arm extended, like he'd wait all day if he had to. I sighed and grabbed it. My eyes skimmed the page—estates, land deeds, bank accounts overflowing. Generational wealth stacked higher than most wolves could imagine in ten lifetimes. For Ethan Brooks, it wasn't generosity. It was leverage.

I added, rolling my eyes as I dismissed the thought. The rest of the day was spent reorganizing department heads, making sure everyone was on track. By the afternoon, I made my way to Prime Estates. Everything was in perfect order. The data was flawless. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride—we'd secured the city's finest models to promote our latest developments. The grand opening of our newest luxury villa was on the horizon. It was destined to be one of the most talked-about properties in the world, with a blend of opulence, style, and exclusivity unmatched by any other.

“But that will be later.” Business ideas? Before I could ask him, I suddenly felt the yacht slow down as I looked toward the large glass windows. That was when I realized we had finally arrived. Ahead of us stood a breathtaking estate. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. A massive black gate stood proudly at the entrance, decorated with silver details. At the center was a large emblem bearing the name: Supreme Alpha Darius Volkov Estate The estate looked luxurious beyond imagination. It wasn’t a place rented out for visitors. It looked personal. Private too

I asked her on the second day of travel. "The eastern side of town. My family ran a trading post. We were doing well enough, had good connections with the northern towns, and were planning to expand to Karenthel." Dovette smiled bitterly. "I guess that's still happening, just not the way any of us expected." "Do you think we'll make it?to the fort" I asked.

Eliza's POV The estate sat on fifty acres of prime coastal land, hidden behind gates that cost more than most people's homes. I'd driven past similar properties before—the playgrounds of the ultra-rich, the ones who'd made their fortunes in ways that didn't bear examining. But this was different. This was the heart of darkness. Silas Vane's world.

The estate? I was told that it had happened long before my own time; these old estates have the habit of dropping off the maps whenever the family that once held them dies out or relocates. He shrugged carelessly and got back to his own affairs, leaving Selene with one more piece to add to all the others—a burned estate whose name was close enough to Verity to be significant—and one that had disappeared from the maps just as a great deal of this conspiracy seemed to have been determined to disappear from memory altogether.

He’d known I would react this way and he’d decided in advance not to let me cut him off, so I respected it enough to close my mouth and wait. He talked about the industry, about mergers, about the pace at which the market was moving, and about how even some of the biggest in the real estate business were finding partners to fight alongside with. According to Marcus, that was the only way to stay unshaken or completely kicked out of the game. He wasn’t wrong, I knew he wasn’t wrong. I just didn’t like where it was going. And then he got there. “Grey Estate,” he said. “Originally projected at a hundred and ten million.”