Mansion Inside Joyce Meyers House Novels & Stories

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.

Jayden drove into the family mansion, it was a mansion to behold with Common features, including luxurious finishes, spacious floor plans, multiple bedrooms, and bathrooms. They also have pools, outdoor entertainment areas, high ceilings or rooflines, expansive windows for natural light, and impressive views. maids and bodyguards were everywhere around the house to attend to their needs. Theo and Ryan were seated beside their mother laughing and chatting when suddenly Jayden walked in angrily screaming at Theo's name, immediately they heard his voice, they stood up and hid behind their mother's back.

she said, and she was a little embarrassed now because of what she did. "That's enough, Tessy, and she still needs to rest." Mommy interjected and ordered the others to bring up our belongings. A maid carefully guided me up to my room. And as I followed her, I was even more amazed at what I saw inside this mansion. The equipment and decorations throughout the mansion are very beautiful. If it's beautiful on the outside, it's even more so here on the inside. All the equipment is obviously for the rich. We stopped at a room.

The hallway ended in a fork, which was reminiscent of one of the hallways she was in earlier, and if she recalled correctly, she chose right last time, so now she went to the left. She opened the door and found herself in a small living room with a fireplace, a painting of the mansion hanging above it, some hunting trophies, a small boudoir and another door leading to somewhere outside. On the small table near the fireplace was an envelope whose top was torn open. The letter in it was still neatly folded in place, as if it was never read. Slowly, she pulled it out, making sure the paper didn't crumble, and quickly read it. Dearest Michael,

“Someone fired bullets near me this morning. I deserve tea.” She walked toward the entrance as if she had been invited to brunch. I stared after her, then followed because leaving her alone inside one of Zayden’s secret properties felt irresponsible. The front doors opened before we reached them. Inside, everything gleamed. Marble floors, polished wood, art that probably cost more than my yearly salary, and the kind of stillness only expensive houses seemed to have. My mother looked around slowly. “Oh my.” “Please don’t admire him.” “I can be annoyed and impressed together.”