Novel & Cerita Mansion Inside Joyce Meyers House

They kept driving and driving, it felt like forever to reach the mansion itself. The mansion was four stories high. The entrance door gleamed gold, the metal was so polished that one could see one's reflection. Joan almost forgot to breathe when the door slid open after Mira pressed a code on a black panel. She'd never seen a house like this in her life. “Your stepmother,” Mira whispered to Joan at the sight of an elegant woman, probably in her mid-sixties. Natalie turned in their direction. A smile spread on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.

The garden was typically grand, a pool decorating the open area and gardeners making sure to give them death glares as Cerise trips and accidentally steps on the grass. Jean keeps his poise, knocking on the golden doors of the main house. Greets them is a maid who leads them the office. As they're walking, they inspect the place. Rich, old wood acting as pillars with extremely abstract paintings hung on walls. They pass what looks like a library and Cerise can't ignore the fact that they have a whole shelf dedicated to Joy-i that's seemingly untouched. But then again, it's not like she hasn't bought a luxurious black sedan last week and dropped the keys through a manhole.

Joyce asked in a bitter tone. A maid was combing her hair while she spoke and another one was serving her some fruits. When Martin decides to do something, it always goes overboard. “Why should I? I live like a queen. You two can make yourself comfortable in my new house,” she smiled at Martin and said. Joyce turned to Martin and he just stood there indifferently. How could Martin spoil her mother like this? The furniture, décor, and everything spoke volumes, and seeing people around, she knew they were on Martin’s payroll.

I asked curiously. "Welcome to the storage room where all the furniture and various things Madam Amelia doesn't like but refuses to let someone drive out to a dump. She continues to load up this room as new furniture is shipped in from who-knows-where." Oh, that's nice. I wondered if she let anyone leave the mansion, aside my from parents possible assassin, that is. And without a computer or a phone, how did she get things shipped in? "Oh, what do we have to do here?" I asked after a brief coughing fit from inhaling the smoke.

I suggested, feeling uncomfortable knowing I put her in her situation. I took a deep breath and asked again, but softer this time: "Can I see Rafael?" "Si. Yes, you can," Joyce replied in a cracked voice. Her legs wobbled as she tried to step away from me and turn towards the house. "Come with me," she said. My heart thumped wildly against my chest as I followed her into the house. I couldn't help but glance around at the interior decor. They weren't expensive, but they were classy. My mind began to race with ideas of actions I needed to take.

"Yeah, where do you see them coming up with 15 million dollars to buy a mansion? And that mansion is worth more than 15 million." "But—" "Stop it, Joyce. I'll give you the keys if you want to show them. But remember to clean the mansion once you're done," Lisa spoke coldly. Cleaning such a large mansion was not easy; it could take a half-day or more! "Okay, I'll clean it even if he didn't buy it!" Joyce gritted her teeth. "You're definitely looking for trouble!" Lisa was furious; she grabbed the keys, threw them at Joyce, and spoke in an icy tone.

Jade's POV The new house wasn't a glass box in the sky. It was a historic brownstone in Gold Coast, a four-story monolith of grey limestone and wrought iron that looked like it had been standing since the Great Fire. It was the kind of house that didn't just have a mortgage; it had a pedigree. To the neighbors, it was the residence of an "investment banker" with a penchant for privacy. To me, it was a fortress with crown molding. The Maybach pulled into the heated underground garage, the heavy steel door rumbling shut behind us with a finality that made my teeth ache.

she said with hints of seriousness in her voice. "You, my dear, should know better than to walk around stark naked in a house full of men" Joyce replied calmly. "Wasn't that the whole point of me having 'MY' own room?" Chelsea fired with emphasis on 'MY'. "And as I told you earlier, I have a spare to every room in this mansion" Joyce replied with a smile. "Ugh" Chelsea exhaled defeatedly and turned to the dressing mirror, staring at her reflection with her back to Joyce.

“Miss Jas, all of this is yours. You must be very special. The boss got this place recently, and it all happened really fast, “he said as he took his leave. I smiled back, watching him leave. I whooped. I finally had a place. It’s very awesome. I feel like I’m filthy rich, seeing how everything looks. The mansion stood tall and proud, its stone walls gleaming in the sunlight. The windows were tall and arched, casting rainbows of light across the floor as the sun shone through them. The rooms were spacious and airy, with high ceilings and ornate moldings. The furniture was elegant and tasteful, arranged to perfection. Outside, the gardens were immaculately kept, with hedges trimmed to perfect

he asked her carefully. "Who cares about that when the man has gone all the way with me?" She asked him. Jerry sighed. "If that is how you want me to take responsibility, I will, but I hope you will think about it more. I don't want you to have regrets. I am Jerry Gordon, by the way," he said and introduced himself. "Joyce Lloyd." "Lloyd? Aren't we at your place for the luncheon?" He asked. "Yes. This is my room in the Lloyd mansion. I don't live here though. I just came back for my younger brother's coming-of-age luncheon," Joyce replied.