Novel House Hampstead Novels & Stories

Chapter 57 After ten minutes, everyone also arrived at Casa Valiente where their new house is. Everyone still couldn't believe what they were seeing. A very spacious yard surrounded by plants. The fountain grabs attention after entering the gate. They were almost stunned by what they saw, this was not just a house but a mansion! "Let's get out of here… it's not a good idea for us to go here," stuttered Frederick. "This is trespassing!" Anna looked sharply at everyone there when she got out of the car. The corners of her mouth twitched as if she were smiling.

“The Fuentes family home.” “You be careful, John,” she whispered. “By the sounds of it, all is not what it seems.” And with that, she kissed me, a soft, moist, passionate kiss and we slid slowly down the sheets again. * I’d never had cause to visit Longham Crescent before. The road climbed away from Oxmarket town centre to Oxmarket Magna, the houses were large and imposing shielded by trees and bushes, just the high slate roofs visible and occasional bay window and the ornate top of a conservatory.

The streets were busy and crowded by the people even on Saturday afternoon. As the truck passed took the right turn to enter the Highland street. Charlotte noticed there are only sophisticated mansions and bungalows in the streets. The truck stopped before a simple and small house, in fact, that house is the smallest in the entire street. She got down from the car and stretched her hands and legs, following her Noah did the same.

Daniel didn’t dare move at all. Two full minutes passed before Great-Uncle Harold finally withdrew his gaze. "Have you added anything new to your house recently?" He paused, then continued, "I mean something fairly large. It should be in the northwest corner of the house." I thought carefully, then something came to mind. "Four months ago, one of Danny’s students gave him a sculpture. I think… I think it was placed in the northwest corner." Daniel suddenly slapped his forehead. "Right! Sophie gave it to me. She was there too at the time. Megan and her even pretended not to know each other."

He told her and she nodded her head. The car stopped by a house in the hill that was hidden from below as it was covered by some tall trees. Just as what you'd expect a Hampton's property to look like, the house was a two story building with Mrs Hampton's grandiose touch in it. It was painted in pure white and the front were covered in tinted glasses. Weird but beautiful and screams wealth. Ace wrapped his hand around her waist and started leading her towards the house. Catherine turned her head to check their luggages and saw Mike pulling them out of the trunk. She smiled at him and slowly turned her head back to the front.

I said, patting her head gently. A nurse came in to tell us we were free to leave, if we want. Novel was eager, almost desperate, to get out of there. She refused to let me carry her, so I assisted her to the car, my hand steady on her waist. The drive back to the mansion was quiet. She stared out the window, really looking at the landscape for the first time. “There’s a forest at the back of your house?” she asked suddenly. “Yes. And a garden, if you’d like to see it.”

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

he echoed. Ma'am? I froze. He never called me ma'am, not even in my father's presence. What was wrong? Maybe I did something that offended him. I wasn't actually quiet throughout the long ride. I complained almost every minute till I got exhausted. We stepped down from the car and I looked directly at our new house. It was much smaller than our pack house but it was quiet, beautiful and perfect if we were a band of thugs running away from the authorities. “We'll make the most of it while we can,” James spoke up as we both stared at the house in intense scrutiny. The door squeaked open, and a blonde maid with a wide smile walked towards us.

Neither Harper nor Noah answered. They simply stood there. Staring. Finally Daisy walked inside herself. And understood immediately. "Oh wow." The house was stunning. Absolutely stunning. Bright. Warm. Elegant. A huge open-plan kitchen. A family room overlooking a large garden. Wide staircases. Beautiful natural light. Everything Harper had been searching for. Everything Noah had wanted. Everything. Harper slowly turned around. Looking dangerously emotional. Roman immediately took one step backwards. A survival instinct. Because pregnant women crying usually led to trouble.