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“The multimillion estate… the Greco promised it to your father and the Russo family if they helped him. But instead… they kept it. And now… now they want to sell it to you. They suspect you’re close to finding out the truth, so they’d rather sell it off before you do. But it already belongs to you… and the Russo family.” I froze mid-spin, the knife suspended in the dim light, shadows dancing across the walls like silent witnesses. Valentina Greco. Her smiles, sharp and sweet, haunted my mind. Her offers, insidious and constant, had circled me like a predator, dangling that estate as bait. I hadn’t cared… not until now. The estate. Mine. Isabella’s. A slow, razor-edged smile curved across my

Elizabeth was openly weeping, clutching the deed papers to her chest as if they might disappear if she loosened her grip. And Anna… Anna’s expression as she looked at my uncle made my chest constrict painfully. It wasn’t love, not yet, but there was something there respect, gratitude, admiration the building blocks of deeper feeling. My grip on my glass tightened to the point where I feared it might shatter in my hand. The mansion had been my key to the Skylake District development a project that could have restored Simpson Group’s prestige and secured our financial future for generations. Now it was gone, handed over to the Shaw family with a smile and a bow.

The legal process went even more smoothly than I had expected. The court ruled that Claire must return all the money I had handed over to her over the years, while Justin was required to repay my seven hundred thousand, along with the company reward car that should have been mine in the first place. To someone as wealthy as Claire, that sum was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But to Justin—who had long been used to spending without restraint—it was an astronomical figure. His family background had once been decent, but his incompetence led to repeated failed investments, and he had long been buried under massive debt.

Liora stared as the driver drove into the estate both speechless and shocked. She could barely believe her eyes. When Damien had told her that he had gotten a house for her, she hadn’t bothered asking where the house was but not in her wildest imagination did she think that Damien would get her a house at the Foen Estate. The Foen estate was one of the biggest estates in the state, only the cream of the cream stayed there. Her family despite their wealth and prestige didn’t have a house there and yet Damien had gotten her a house.

I released her after awhile “But I have to tell you something.Things are going to get funny after now because the group or rather the Genovese love violence.They feed on violence but they can be good business partners also .Papa worked with them in the past so we would use that as a means to befriend them.Simon has made the necessary arrangements with Fabio,my bodyguard.I need you to be stronger for me by then” “Okay”she chirped looking confident. Estella’s pov The cemetery had this hostile silence that rolled along with it.It wasn’t an ideal place to be in and the huge tombstones that littered around was overwhelming. I stared at the incised words on my parents tombstones that stood close t

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.”

"But if there are people out there who share your blood, you deserve to know the truth." --- --- #The Carnegie Estate# The grand library of the Carnegie mansion was an enormous room. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with thousands of expensive, leather-bound books. The air smelled strongly of old paper, bitter coffee, and expensive cigars. Callum Carnegie, the man who had inherited a multi- million dollar real estate empire and grew it to a billion, had passed away three days ago. Today was the formal reading of his final will and testament. His children sat in high-backed velvet chairs in the center of the room. Their eyes were sharp, greedy, and impatient. They had been waiting f

Chapter 123: The Mansion The estate sat behind gates that opened without anyone visibly signaling them, long and floodlit at the edges, a house built by someone who'd never once had to worry about the cost of anything. Liora hadn't said much on the drive. She'd spent it watching the back of the stranger's head in the front seat, cataloguing him the way she catalogued dangerous unknowns in a lab — carefully, without letting her hands show how unsettled she was.

Every Mafia family in Sicily knew the story. Susie Campbell, the pampered princess of the Campbell family, had an older sister, Selina Campbell, who loved her more than life itself. If anyone looked at Susie too long at a party, Selina threw a glass of red wine in his face without a second thought. When someone at the boxing club tried to sign the same fighter Susie wanted, Selina spent a fortune to outbid them. On the day Susie's arranged marriage was settled, Selina simply signed her own businesses over to her. But in less than a year, Susie's husband cheated on her. Selina and her husband, Charles Romano, surrounded the estate with guns drawn that same day and threatened to kill him if he

With that in mind, I resolve to drive at a snail’s pace, safety over style. As I exited the estate, I find myself once again in awe of the neighborhood. Oakwood was a different kind of beautiful, and I’d never get over how breathtaking it was. For years, I’d thought the Crawfords’ estate was the pinnacle of luxury, but this place was on a completely different level. It all seemed surreal. Even after spending the night here, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this is where I live now, all thanks to Jake’s money.