Red Mansion Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The hallway outside was quiet. Just like always. No maid waiting to guide me, no one offering assistance, not even basic courtesy. Just another reminder that I didn’t belong here. Thankfully…I already knew the way. “…Good.” I stepped into the hallway. “At least I won’t get lost anymore.” With that, I walked calmly toward the staircase, step by step, heading toward the breakfast hall. Where the real rulers of the Mancini mansion were waiting with others. *** [Lena’s POV — Mancini Mansion, Breakfast Hall]

That means he has them. When his taillights vanish into the distance, I turn back to the gates. They open for me with a smooth buzz—Vivienne must have been waiting. As I drive in, my smile lingers. I gave Aaron King nothing but a word and a hint. But sometimes, that’s enough to plant a seed. Seeds grow into questions. Questions grow into paranoia. And paranoia? That eats a man alive from the inside. The mansion doors open before I can knock. A servant bows stiffly, ushering me through marble halls lined with mirrors. Chandeliers drip crystals that scatter light across the floor, but the shine feels hollow—like Vivienne herself.

“Are you lying?” “Yes.” OH. OH. HE’S NERVOUS. This man who practically breathes arrogance is nervous about ONE WOMAN? “Is she scary?” I whisper. “She’s… persistent.” “Persistent how?” “You’ll see.” NO. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE. We arrive at a literal mansion. Not a house. Not a home. A MANSION. The kind of mansion where even the mailbox probably has a degree. “I can’t go in,” I whisper. “You’re going in.”

--- And behind her, inside the silent mansion. Adrian Blackwell stood alone in the bedroom. Staring at the empty space she once occupied. --- Only then did he realize something terrifying. --- The house had never felt lonely before. --- Until Amara left. END OF CHAPTER 15

Shaking her hands dhe picked up the paper. "Thank you, can you accompany me to this address?" I said. "Yes, the third ordered you from me." He laughed. Third.. I miss him and my baby! "Are you okay?" It asked him. She nodded. "Yeah! I still can't believe he wants to see me?" When he changed the subject. It was as if he were floating on a cloud of joy. +++ She saw a large Mansion. The big gate opened. She entered immediately after it opened. It also closed voluntarily.

I said. "Pardon?" He looks confused of what I said. I chuckled. "I'm just going to be quick, I'm just gonna dump my bad mood inside and leave." I winked when I saw his face reddened, I think he realized what I mean. I turned around and walked elegantly to the entrance of the mansion. There was a knight guarding the door, holding lots of invitation cards. When his eyes found mine, he immediately bowed after I gave him the invitation card. The whole mansion was dazzling with chandeliers, I think it's all made of real gold. How can I forget that aside from being a snake, Madolina's family is a corrupt who stole all the money from the taxes of the commoners.

Leah's POV The moon hung low that night, its crimson glare spilling over Redwood Mansion like a wound torn open in the sky. I stood before it, breath fogging in the chilled air, my boots sinking into the cracked earth where grandeur once reigned. The luxurious manor where my grandfather had held court was a husk now, its walls sagging, its windows blind and gaping. Yet the murals - those gorgeous, sprawling tales of Lycan triumph - clung to the stone, and the carved beams overhead still bore the weight of forgotten glory. A ache bloomed in my chest, sharp and unbidden, not for the place itself, but for the blood that tied me to it, the lineage crumbling like the house before me.

Chapter 92 RUBIN Autahvuwns Manor welcomed us with its red tiled roofs and ever glistening fountain. Caelum marched up to the front door with me following close behind, expecting that as the door opens, Aeon and Newman will be waiting for us by the threshold. My heart felt like it was being squeezed as we entered the empty manor, our footsteps echoing to what used to be a familiar haven for me, now a place of memories.

It looked like something right out of a horror story, its appearance immediately making my spine tingle. The door opens and an old man appears. “Sir Crimson I presume?” The old man asks, his light eyes giving me a once over. Smirking at my button-down shirt and lightweight black slacks. “I hope your brought warmer clothes.” He chuckles, holding his hand out and gesturing for me to come inside. Stepping over the threshold, I feel the warmth of the house immediately, thankful for the heat. Unlike the outside, the interior of the mansion is modern, with vaulted ceilings and wooden beams. The furnishings are all in natural wood with red accents.

The man in front asks, "You good, Chuck?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Chuck says, shrugging off the helping hand roughly. "Just trying to help, man." "Keep your hands to yourself." After what seems like an eternity, we wind into a... Mansion. Not what I was expecting. Maybe a shady warehouse or some kind of illicit, underground holding, yes, but not this soaring Mediterranean structure oozing with flashy wealth and luxury . What would they need two girls of questionable sanity for? The question is answered once we step into the foyer.