Kamar Mandi Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

But right now, her heart wanted to be with this man. ................................................................ The car entered an exclusive residential area, and after that, the buildings and houses that could be seen became fewer and fewer. Not long, it entered a large gate which automatically opened for them. Even in the darkness of night, the countless lights lit up the property brightly. The car then parked in front of a large mansion that screamed modernity. Glass doors, automatic locks, fingerprint passwords, and intrinsic designs, the mansion was very different from the tower Anika lived in, which was the only building she had ever seen in her life.

With Brady holding her hand, Kaida stepped into Meath Mansion and through an elegant foyer. The breath backed up in her lungs as she glanced around. The whole place screamed something courtesy of Daddy Warbucks. From the winding marble staircase to the vaulted ceiling to the crystal chandelier, it oozed money. Boatloads. Old and new fortune. It was like standing in a museum with the art pieces and fancy vases. And just as cold. Everywhere she turned, there were hallways and rooms off the entryway.

“I've heard s o many good things about you two. Welcome!” The place was a nice family home, separated i n condos. They had one condo set up for the Mobareks. The place was decorated i n the purest Moroccan style, with beautiful red carpets, furniture with striped upholstery and asian motives. A huge King size bed with terracotta covers and luxurious lamps all over the room. A beautiful place. “Would you like t o dive into the adventure already? Or would you like t o take a break?” Asked Dr. Kaibah a s h e put the last of the just arrived bags o n the floor.

Apparently it was no longer the same as it was before, the mansion was now larger as it had been expanded after the owner bought the other two mansions next door for expansion. It was rumoured to have uncountable number of rooms from indoor tennis courts, indoor theatre, party rooms, spa room, libraries, soccer ground etc and many more. Heck the place at about a hundred people assigned to look after it from maids, waiters, butlers etc. However the garage was another grand thing as it had cars that many people dreamed in their unimaginable dreams. The swimming pools, the Jacuzzi, it was the dream home. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our humble billion dollar abode." I, Nathan Curtis Silver

A famous celebrity who came from a well-known family and the wealthiest people who run half of the global economy resides at the very heart of the city. At the darkened modern luxe bachelor's pad settled in the South Brethren, the home of the most feared man in the world, a maiden barge in the most dangerous and forbidden room for women to enter. Hands clutching her white revealing night-gown on the side. Even it was a red flag for the maiden, Sumire courageously infiltrated the dark masculine throne-like chamber even she was quivering in fear. Windows were open, night zephyr gently stirred her obsidian hair. The lights were offed and only the beam of the moonlight lit up the cold dimmed roo

He rocked in her ears, kissed her cheek and Kyara knew at the moment she had stopped breathing. The second they were inside his mansion which looked exemplary and stylish Nathan walked inside the kitchen. Does he know to cook for a billionaire that he is? Kyara thought surprised. She kept gazing around the enormous hall in awe which was covered with antique pieces, a huge black piano at the corner and many crystal items situated at different places of the room. The west side of the hall which led to stairs was covered with paintings of top artists. Kyara wondered about the immense wealth the Johnsons own.

“Like seriously? They’re ten feet away from each other.” “Yes, but this way, they can choose to be inside or outside. Don’t you know that rich people need multiple options? I mean, it’s what separates them from the poors. Excessive everything. It’s all about having as many of the most expensive things you can get your hands on.” “Crazy. I knew your dad was rich, but this is insane.” “It is.” I tugged him out of the pool room through the doors that led to the media room.

The master bedroom had a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi tub and a balcony. Lena felt like she had entered a different world. She couldn’t believe that someone she had found imprisoned in a filthy cage in an abandoned basement could turn out to be this filthy rich. She wondered how he had made his fortune and what he did for a living. She hoped he wasn’t involved in anything illegal or dangerous, like Fox was. As they entered the house, a maid appeared from one of the rooms and bowed to Scar. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m glad you’re back.”

He threw a fit last night, asking why I suddenly employed another person. “Okay, Boss.” Kuzma nods, feeling glad to wait back in the car. He's the carefree one and Ilya? I swear to God, I've never seen him smile. “Come on.” I say to Ilya and Adrian and they both walk behind me. The doors are opened by the guards as I step into the grand entrance of the Pakhan’s house. The high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and lavish furnishings scream luxury and power. I walk through the sprawling foyer, my eyes scanning the lavish decor. The walls are adorned with expensive artwork, and the floors are covered in plush carpets that silence my footsteps. Every detail screams opulence.