Kamar Mandi Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

Everything from the rug to the bed to the walls were oozing of wealth, bloody wealth. What do these people do that gives them so much money? Do they own a tech company? A fashion line? Nope. That is absurd. But still, it was not impossible. I sat on the bed as the maids helped me undress from my wedding gown. "Is this I and Luciano's room?" I was tempted to ask as they took of my earrings. "No ma'am. This is your private bedchamber. Your bedroom. When you desire peace and away from your husband you can come here. We got enough clothes ready here for you" one of them replied.

a man said as I stepped onto the massive stairwell. "Of course." He led the way, and I followed him around the mansion, where everyone was talking about the party and I couldn't relate because I wasn't as wealthy as them. I approached the luxurious chair when the butler open the door. I was left alone in this room, and my eyes were drawn to the luxurious items in the room. Those paintings that appear to have come from an auction, as well as the furnitures that can be seen in the luxurious shop that only available for wealthy people. Marcus must be extremely wealthy, and I hope he's not insane enough for hiring me.

As a result, I ended up in this situation. I walked into his opulent home, my heels resting on the smooth, marbled floor. We then went to the living room, which is unusually large. There are luxurious objects everywhere my eyes go. I see that the wealthy can never have enough objects. "Do you like it?" Damien inquired as I sat on one of the couches. "Like what?" I asked, perplexed. "Do you like the house?" Damien asked, looking around the room.

I stepped outside and yet again the maids were standing on my either side as if I were their captive. I looked up at the posh building where I was about to enter. It read Soiree Clubhouse, one of the fanciest clubhouses in the city. It was referred to as the 'fun' corner of the elites. The moment I was driven to the entrance and glanced at the interiors, I was scared. I saw rich men smooching and making out with their sugar babies. Ah! Why wouldn't they get themselves a room? I knew what all 'fun' things the elites do over here.

and it looks like this is a private house on a hill…and Sandro has easy access to it. "Whose house is this?" Amanda whispered as they descended the elegant, maroon carpet...there is each golden carpet backing that made this staircase shine and feels luxurious. Very luxurious. There are probably three or four floors in this building...and all the stairs are covered in luxurious carpet with some paintings on the right and left. It's beautiful and screams expensive.

Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle. I waited for my husband in our ineffable room. I decided not to take my bath because I don't know what I might spoil in that large bathroom that looks like a complete apartment, everything in that bathroom looks so modern and confusing to me. I wasn't born rich so I don't know many things associated with rich people. Instead of going in there and spoiling something that might be expensive to repair, it's better I wait for my husband to come home and direct me.

I resisted the urge to shudder and ran my eyes all over the room. The overpowering scent of musk and sandalwood hit me. It was as if someone had doused the entire room with expensive cologne. The walls were painted a deep shade of burgundy, and the room was dimly lit by golden lamps. The furniture was heavy and ornate, with dark wood and plush cushions. There was a large bed in the center of the room, with silk sheets and a mountain of pillows. The whole room seemed designed to cater to the desires of a wealthy man, making me cringe.

He was the demonic god who existed only for the world of luxury and lavishness and she was a middle-class girl who even never dreamed of the half of what the man walking beside her had. He posses a gigantic villa, a huge impressively lavish building to call as his family house and how she could forget the hot springs. His family owned their own private hot springs. Yea that's true, bloody hot springs under their name. These were some of the properties sidha knew about. She was confident that there were more price possessions under their name.

Xavier carries Cathleen in a bridal style as he strides into one of his luxurious properties in Miami. His footsteps echo through the grand hallways, each step triggering distant memories and feelings he had long buried. The house was always bustling with workers, but Xavier rarely visited, as the opulence and grandeur only served to remind him of the man he used to be. As they reach his bedroom, he pauses at another door, hidden within the lavish room. This door leads to what can only be described as a dungeon—a secret chamber dedicated to all things BDSM. The air is thick with a heady mix of leather and musk, hinting at the countless pleasures that await within its walls.

At the front, a man of striking elegance and charm was decisively bidding on several antique collectibles worth hundreds of millions. The crowd was already abuzz with excitement. "Mr. Gardner is so good to his wife! He bought all these antiques just to make her smile!" "$400 million is nothing! I heard Mr. Gardner even built her a private estate and named it Eterna Haven. Just the name alone is proof of how much he loves her." A wealthy businessman nearby sneered. "It's all for show. Who knows what he's really like behind closed doors?" That comment immediately sparked a wave of backlash. Many argued back, talking about how devoted Andres Gardner was to his wife.