Lyon Vastia Novels & Stories

It's nuts. My family might be rich, but these people are wealthy. I've been around wealthy before, Colton Lyon is known to be one of the wealthiest men in our state, though he doesn't show it by any stretch of the imagination. The man gave his wife a fortune five hundred company as a wedding gift, need I say more?

Eventually, their steps led them to the city’s highest point. Their destination was the Basílica de Notre-Dame de Fourvière, rising majestically atop the hill. When they reached the terrace, the entire city unfurled before them—a mosaic of rooftops stretching into the distance, bridges slicing through the river, and the golden glow of the sun reflecting off the water, painting Lyon in an almost surreal beauty. Vittoria drew a deep breath, spellbound, and without realizing it, she squeezed Vincenzo’s hand tighter, as if she could anchor that moment in eternity.

"Lyon, the quack that runs that outfit over there, where the hell is he?" "Sir, how may I be of service? Mr. Lyon is rather busy at the momentª" "Listen girlyª" "No, you listen. I don't know who you are, and quite frankly I don't care, but your telephone manner leaves much to be desired." "Now either you speak to me in a civil tone, or I'll be hanging up on the count of five. One, two, three, fourª" "I'm almost there little missy, we'll just see about this." He hung up the phone.