Novel & Cerita Neverland: Michael Jackson House

Next week will certainly be hectic. All we did was come back home and cuddle to sleep. This morning, we are taking a warm bath. Michael's bathtub is way better than that of the beach house that we finally sold out. I am staying with Michael now, so why keep the house when I can easily sell it for more money. Mrs Kingston still holds her promise in high regards, because she is still sending me funds as promised. As long as she doesn't know that I lost the child, it is fine by me, she doesn't have to know either.

He created this mess, and it was on him to take care of it. "No one except me knows this house," Avery stared long at him, and he explained further to clear her confusion. "We're in my escape villa. After the stunt I pulled at the party, I knew Nicki would frequent my house more often. Stay here until I take care of the situation on ground." Michael waited for her response, literally seeing the wheels working in her head. After a beat of silence that lasted for what seemed like hours, she spoke. "But you can't hide me here forever. I'll have to face the outside world sooner or later."

Zack walked to the door and opened it. Dressed handsomely, Elvis couldn't help but exclaim, "little scion, you look so handsome today!" Zack's face turned red unnaturally. Elvis took his hand and said, "Let's go!" He drove and took him to Miley's house. The Miley family lived in the most luxurious villa area in Bryston. The entire villa area had an average price of 40,000 dollars per square meter. Miley's villa, unlike the underground two floors, had a total of five floors and a super large backyard.

His voice was low and magnetic. "Come back to the villa, Serenity. It has 24-hour security, a private garden, and enough rooms for everyone. It was... it was our home." Our home. The word struck a chord in her heart. "Mommy?" Mia pulled Serenity's sleeve. "Are we going to Daddy's big house? The one with the swimming pool?" Jackson smirked. He had already bribed the kids. "Fine," Serenity sighed, defeated. "But we are sleeping in separate rooms. And I pay rent."

And I can't wait any longer. I quickly adjusted the garters wrapped around my thighs and grabbed the fur coat. Apparently I stood a good chance at being looked at and recorded by scumbags like Sandy Byron, even inside the house. Sadly, I have to cover up until I get to the Red Room. Michael and Jackson haven't used the Red Room in a very long time. Ever since Karen pretty much forced herself on Jackson and ended up hurting him, they didn't feel like using it. I was reluctant to use it today because I know it brought bad memories for Jackson. He'd insisted on using it now, claiming that it was about time we made new memories.

MICHAEL’S HOME WAS situated in an estate. The estate was large, gated, fenced, and boasted of extensive acres of orchard and several duplexes. Each duplex was wire-fenced and fitted with a fountain, garden, relaxation huts, and swimming pool. There was a field inside the estate with a basketball court and a mini-stadium. The duplexes were close to ten in number, each of them, imposing. The jet landed on an expanse in proximity to the field inside the estate.

“Your horses? Is that where you keep your hidden house or something?” I chuckled low in my chest. “Not hidden. That’s my childhood home. My parents still live there, on the estate. The four acres, in Beverly Hills. They’ve got their own mansion on one side of the land. My brother and I, well, some of it is ours, too. Separate wings, separate spaces. You could say I grew up with too much room to get into trouble.” She blinked, her lips quirking in disbelief. “Of course. A Beverly Hills estate. And here I was, thinking this penthouse was excessive.”

I held my phone up to the little black box, which promptly beeped and the massive gates began to slide back. “Do you guys want the River house, or the Tree house?” I said to Natalie and Mack, referring to the other two homes on the property that allowed guests to stay without having them in the main house. They’d both been out here with me and my family when we were in high school, so they knew the property. “The River,” Mack said carefully. I looked at Natalie, uncertain. She nodded, but didn’t turn to meet my eyes. “That’s fine.” Her jaw was tight and she held her body like she was in pain.