Novel & Cerita Novel Property Ventures

" Davey could hardly believe his ears. "That's not just it, they're no longer interested in working with us." Richard added, and sighed deeply. "From what I heard, NovaVest is a standard company with the trusts of people of affluence and power in the country. I wouldn't underestimate them of I were you." Davey stared at him for a while. He ran his palm over his head, and returned to his chair. At this point, he was short of words. What the hell is happening?

OCEANS. 7:18 AM. I arrived at the office earlier than I normally would. I had some important contracts to review before the end of the day. Fred and I had finally begun some legal processes now that I was set to "publicly engage" their daughter. Fifty-one properties across the country. Luxury residential developments in New York, Miami, and Los Angeles. Commercial office complexes. Retail centers. Undeveloped land parcels sitting on projections that looked better on paper than they actually were. Four hotels that were bleeding money in ways Fred had apparently never found inconvenient enough to address. Industrial warehousing. Historic buildings in Chicago that generated steady income and ab

My house is the fourth one and it's the biggest one in the estate. New Haven properties is a subsidiary of Emerson Cruz Group and while Aurora and GianCarlo are the ones learning the ropes of the business since Gabi and I are already both occupied with Cruz Tech and Emerson Cruz Group, I decided it would also be wise to invest in real estate as well and I can admit that it's good business. The automatic gate opens when I get home and I drive into the compound, pull up in front of the house and turn off the car engine then I turn to look at Lucille who is already staring at me.

Coming from him, I understood this was high praise indeed. "Thank you," I replied. "And I'd better get back to my new business plan for Silvercrest, a proper restaurant, a cafe as well, and expand Sneakz to at least 12 locations. I’ve been in talks with at least four real estate agents regarding six properties. Then I have a call to take at four with my publisher regarding my new novel.” Maison's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "A novel? You're an author too?" I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Urban fantasy. Under a pen name, of course. Nothing that would expose our world, just... inspired by it."

Beyond it stood a mansion—one that took up an entire block, the only house on the street. The gate opened without the car stopping. We entered. The private drive was long. Tall trees lined both sides, trimmed with almost cruel precision. No flowers. Nothing delicate. Everything was symmetrical. Controlled. I was stunned by the number of guards on the property. There were so many. The house revealed itself slowly, as if it had no hurry to be seen. It wasn’t ostentatious. It was worse. Large. Solid. Old. Tall windows. Few of them. A place built to observe without being observed.

Seven years later, we were twenty-seven, billionaires in the headlines, engaged in theory—and still waiting on a wedding Oscar kept postponing. There was always a reason. After the next funding round. After the next acquisition. After the market stabilizes. I told myself patience was love. That timing mattered. That my future wasn’t being delayed—it was being protected. While Oscar sold dreams, I built foundations. When the company was young and desperate for cash, banks wouldn’t lend and investors laughed us out of rooms. That was when I stepped in. I used my own savings. My inheritances. Every dollar I had. I bought distressed properties when the market was low, quietly, strategically.

He freaking looked convincing. "It's quite a lot. Actually, more than I actually knew. I only knew about a few properties, lands, and moneys, but God, it's a lot, so I and Vanessa..." He paused again. "My sister-in-law. Juliette's stepsister." "Yeah," I nodded. "She suggested that we let your firm manage it. You know, grow the wealth and expand it instead of just leaving it around or managing it ourselves. She also suggested that we invest in the business, you know, Winchester Properties and a few other things, and yeah, that's basically it."

The price was astronomical, but she'd stopped caring about amounts that would have fed villages. "Purchase it through shell companies," she instructed. "I want ownership obscured until launch." "Paranoid much?" "Professional habit. Harder to attack what you can't clearly identify." Elena visited the building at night, her enhanced senses mapping every corner. This would be NovaTech's birthplace, the legitimate face of her growing empire. She stood in what would become her office, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city where she'd rebuilt herself. "Long way from Montana," she murmured.

After a long time, she asked, "Just now, when I passed by, I noticed that one household had their door open. I observed inside and found that their decoration is relatively simple, without so many high-end devices. Are you being too generous, giving such good benefits to the winners?" The manager hesitated for a moment after a slight shock, then smiled and replied, "Of course, since it's a lottery, we must provide the highest standard of treatment." Ivy smiled without saying anything. Walking to the French window, gazing at the distant sea view, it was grand and magnificent. The crashing waves gave a sense of vastness and splendor. "Is this property under DT Investment?" she asked the manage