Red Mansion Chapter 28 Novels & Stories

The air felt cool and light, and for the first time, the silence of the mansion didn't feel oppressive; it felt expansive. Then, I reached the crimson room. The door was slightly ajar, a dark red slice in the white hallway. My joyful momentum slowed to a halt. A cold, morbid curiosity pulled me forward, my hand moving as if of its own accord to push the door open. My heart gave a single, faster, painful thump against my ribs. The room was immaculate. The neatly spread bed, with its heavy, blood-red comforter, was smooth and undisturbed. The floor was tidy, the bedside table, the drawer, the tall, silver-framed mirror—all were perfectly in their place, as if nothing violent had ever happened

“Who are we visiting?” Knox just smiled. “Come on, love.” We walked up to the iron-gated steps. He keyed in a code, and the gate opened. “Knox,” I asked again, “whose house is this?” He turned to me with that soft, all knowing smile. “It’s yours.” I froze. “What did you just say?” He opened the door, revealing a partially renovated old-style Chicago home with 14-foot ceilings, muted gray walls, and the kind of massive kitchen island I’d always dreamed about.

*Reminisce* Elara's POV: The grandeur of the mansion always struck me, though tonight it only filled me with dread. The tall, dark doors opened before me, revealing a lavishly decorated hallway lined with ornate sconces casting a soft, golden glow. I stepped inside, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume clinging to the air. Surprisingly, the mansion was quite empty, just Harden standing at the end of the hallway, his figure in a dark suit, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, which irked me. My distaste for him increased to such an extent that everything about him disgusted me.

While I remained rooted to my spot, too shocked to move an inch, She placed her palm on my hand and led me through the staircase, up into the mansion, while I followed absentmindedly, she came to a halt right before a huge door, opened it and led me in, The room was opulently furnished, with a majestic bed that commanded attention in the expensive space, Plush, velvety cushions called out to me to indulge in their comfort, a white silky cotton made from the finest silk bellowed down the window, dancing to the wind that streamed into the room, "Welcome to your home," Nanny Ruth said with a warm smile on her face, which only served as a confirmation that I was far from a nightmare, As soon as

Raven's pov Chapter 3 — The Butcher Himself The red silk clung to me like a secret I didn’t ask to keep. Every step I took echoed through the marble-floored corridor of the old manor, my heels sharp like gunshots. The Vitali estate was as pretentious as I expected,dark stone, velvet drapes, and chandeliers that looked like they’d seen more blood than light. Fitting. This was the domain of the man they called The Butcher.

“Alright! Just follow me. Whoever was supposed to tell you things is already dead.” My mind was slow at this moment. Do you know anything about this? Duties or whatever? ‘Maybe.’ Just tell me something, why do you have to be such a bitch? ‘I am not. It’s just that some things are related to those memories. That door I talked to you about before. You’ll get them in time, when you are ready and you’ll know why I am acting this way.’ Now, I was curious. We followed grandpa to the Remington mansion. I didn’t expect to be back this soon and to be honest, I was waiting for them to die. We entered through the backdoor and walked long spiral stairs underneath the mansion where there was a hall with

My eyes drift over the intricate iron design of the polished railing beside us, sumptuously webbed all the way to our stop at the second landing. We trek down the corridor and after a few turns; it seems the maze of passages never end. The floors are carpeted with plush crimson coverlets, the old English-styled wallpaper designed with red and gold panache that boasts royalty. “Jeez, how big is this mansion?” Atticus queries, his face curdling with an unimpressed expression.

By the time we pulled up in front of the huge mansion, my nerves were already frayed. The estate was breathtaking, even more imposing than I remembered from the birthday party. Tall iron gates, perfectly manicured lawns, and the grand structure glowing under elegant exterior lights. Daniel led me by the waist as we entered, his hand resting possessively on my lower back. He guided me through the luxurious halls until we reached the formal dining room. The long mahogany table was already set with fine china, crystal glasses, and flickering candles. I sat down beside him, smoothing the pink bodycon dress over my thighs. My eyes instinctively scanned the room, but Raymond wasn’t there.

"We already rejected your offer." "You rejected my words." He looked toward the island behind him. "You haven't yet seen what I'm offering." --- He turned without waiting for an answer. "Come." Curiosity mixed with caution. After exchanging a brief glance, Elena and Adrian followed. The others stayed close behind. The mansion's interior was breathtaking. Marble floors. Ancient paintings. A private library larger than most universities. Every corridor reflected decades of unimaginable wealth. Luca whispered, "I officially understand where all the missing money went."

"I haven't got all day order something or get out I've got customers who could use that table." "So fiesty." He said under his breath. "Please wait here while I tell the boss you're here." Van nodded at the maid. Her eyes darted back and forth the room in awe. She’d been in a mansion just like this one before, the Diamond Villa , now her friend Rella is married to the Diamond heir. This one is just as grand and opulent and Van couldn’t help but soak in everything around her. Everything reminded of the people she left behind and Van wished she could be with them again if only things were different.