Novel & Cerita Lux Arcadia

The window rolled down. “Alessia!” he called. Elara ignored it, hastening her pace, thinking it might be someone teasing her. Marcus stepped out of the car and called again. “Hey, Alessia! It’s me, Marcus.” Elara froze. Recognition sparked. Marcus... Adrian’s college friend. Her mind clicked. She had studied the Wolfe family meticulously before stepping into this role. Every detail mattered, the staff, friends, routines, and associates. Marcus Sterling appeared repeatedly in her research: Adrian’s trusted companion, from an influential family tied to the Wolfe fortune.

They reached the intersection where the corridor split: one way led toward the main quad, and the other bent back toward West Hall and the dormitory stairs. Luca slowed near the branch. “Duty calls,” he sighed. “I have a meeting with a profoundly boring benefactor and his equally boring son. Apparently, the Ashford trust must be charming.” His mouth quirked. “I’d rather be stabbed slowly with a butter knife, but one must suffer for inheritance.” Noah’s expression didn’t change. “Try not to start a scandal in my absence.” “Oh, mon coeur,” Luca said, gaze sliding to Althea, tone softening, “some of us are scandals just by standing still.”

And now, Adrian had just handed him a black card with no limit. "You want me to shop?" Luca whispered to the empty room. "Fine. I'll shop." An hour later, Luca was sitting in the back of Adrian’s luxury car. The driver, a quiet, middle-aged man named Arthur, drove him straight to the city's most exclusive luxury shopping district. When the car pulled up to the curb, Luca stepped out into the crisp afternoon air. He had left his sweatpants behind, now wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a oversized knit sweater that fell off one shoulder. He walked into the first high-end boutique with his head held high.

He was beginning to feel that Czar didn't see Mace in the same light that he used to when he was still on the throne. Arcadia locks herself in her room, she sinks to the ground in tears, hugging knees and crying at the loss of her people. she felt even worse when she had to hit Mace several times with the whip but she had no idea that she had done something wrong and he was not at fault. Or she thought that he was at fault.

All this so he could protect his family and lessen the chances that any of them were infiltrated there by Alphonse or his viper wife. God, all Aaron really wanted was for this to end at once, so that not only Alec, but also Andy, his grandmother and Jullian could rediscover what it was like to live without fear and without worries... The loud sound of Alec's laughter collided with that reverie, and, stopping to lean against one of the nearby columns on one of the downstairs porches overlooking the extensive garden, Aaron even had to blink a few times to make sure he was right. who was actually seeing this: Adele Vamcap, the same society dame who had so often made headlines in the society col

Chloe had berated Lucas’s mother the last time they spoke, and now that Lucas had latched onto a wealthy woman, his mother had one less thing to brag about. A few days ago, Seraphina Arden's aunt called Chloe to vent: “Big sis, you wouldn’t believe the way our second sister talks now—ugh, words can’t even describe it. Yesterday, while I was asleep, she video-called me and started boasting. She said Lucas got a luxurious three-bedroom apartment in the city center from some rich woman and that they’d be moving in soon. She kept going on about how her wealthy daughter-in-law’s dowry is enough for them to live off for the rest of their lives. She was acting all high and mighty, like a chicken wi

convinced out of her mind that it was a date, even though Brooklyn tried to convince her otherwise. Once she summoned a little courage, she knocked, hoping she got the right house. The tension in her body eased immediately as Aaron opened the door with a beautiful smile and ushered her in.Eventually,they walked to the kitchen. Her eyes took in the his condo as they went. The ceilings were tall, the floors smooth concrete, and the walls tiled. The kitchen itself was big, with different kinds of appliances. A pot was on the stove and she noticed a pack of noodles with sauce on the tiled countertop. He opened the oven and pulled out a pan of freshly baked garlic bread,as the aroma filled the k

Aurelia had browsed through the net the previous night and just like before, every well-to-do company had rejected her application and the only ones that had accepted her were a few cafes she had applied to in her desperate moments. She sighed, shaking her head and finally picked a black fluffy top and blue boyfriend-fit jeans. She returned to the room and decided to call Marcus and know how he was doing. Marcus picked up almost instantly. “I was just going to call you,” he said as soon as he picked the call and Aurelia chuckled. “I beat you to it.” “So… are you comfortable there?” Marcus asked. “Fairly well but if I knew it was Lucian, I definitely would not have packed my things,” she repl

A woman of average vanity would have spent the time crying. But Eden was neither. "She's taking her time," a voice drawled from the balustrade. I didn't turn; the scent of expensive cigarettes and unearned arrogance preceded my son like a foul wind. Luca was leaning against the stone railing, his back to the view I paid millions to maintain. He was dressed in linen, looking every bit the playboy heir, his eyes fixed on the doors of the main house with a hunger that was as transparent as it was dangerous. "Patience is a virtue you’ve never bothered to cultivate, Luca," I said, my voice smooth as silk and just as cold. "Perhaps that is why you always find yourself holding the scraps of what I’

Italian accent. New York-based financier and ruthless in the stock game. I remembered him from a fundraiser. “Zara. You’re more stunning every time I see you,” he said with a cocky grin. I didn’t even smile. Instead, I stepped closer, let my fingertips brush his wrist. “Tell me, Adrian, do you always stare like that, or am I just special?” He leaned in, drunk on the bait. And then Lucien arrived. Like a bullet. Lucien’s POV