Regency Novels & Stories

"Dad, she is living in a different palace. Heard some marriage ceremony held there. They saw the name printed as Ranvijay weds Ragini. Ranvijay is the Indian Mafia." "That's none of our business. Ragini? Oh that fucker's daughter. God knows how many children he had throughout his life. Listen, don't create a mess there. For us it's easy to kill them and bring them back here. But...." "But what dad? She is 22 now. Enough of this drama. Bring her back and tell her everything. Today or tomorrow she has to accept her reality. How long she would live being naive and unaware of her power and past!"

Evan held her hand tightly, offering her comfort and reassurance. "Don't worry, Bella; it's just a matter of a few months. You can meet your father after graduation. We will buy a house in Santa Mir after marriage and build a small vacation home there." Bella looked at him in surprise. She had never considered the idea of settling down in Santa Mir, the small coastal town where she had grown up. The thought of returning to her roots and starting a family there filled her with a sense of nostalgia and longing. She squeezed Evan's hand, feeling grateful for his unwavering support and love.

She didn't have the stamina to outrun this god-like figure, let alone serve as his star. As they finally breached the perimeter of the Regent Global Tower, Kyler was already waiting at the entrance. He was earnestly scrutinizing the structure and its founder, both of whom were exceptionally young. Because it was a freshly marked territory, the architectural bones and materials were all top-tier. Kyler looked up at the magnificent skyscraper and let out a heavy sigh. "For Regent Global to settle in such a stylish den shows impressive strength." Theo walked up, overhearing the elder’s assessment. He corrected him with Alpha-authority, "Mr. Kyler, this entire skyscraper is Regent Global’s exclu

Smile engulfed my face as I put on my favorite suit, brushed my hair perfectly with the hair oil, wore a bright shining shoe and alluring tie. “Good!” I gasped at how charming and handsome I was. Since my mother died, this was my first entrance into the Wellson Empire. I wanted this Empire not because of greed but because it was something my mother worked hard to see become successful. It was my home and very successful. I couldn't be alive and have it passed down to someone else. Wellson Empire consists of transportation, airline, hotel, malls, clubs, parks and so many businesses all merged in the Empire.

He wanted them to watch me break. ‎‎Around us, the glittering hall fell silent. I could hear the faint clink of a champagne glass being set down, the faint shuffle of expensive heels against marble. People were staring. They loved it. They lived for it. Ava Reynolds, wife of Daniel Cobbs, the billionaire everyone called untouchable, was on her knees, pleading like a beggar at a royal court. ‎‎Daniel leaned down, close enough for only me to hear, though I knew he wanted me to repeat it aloud. “You should have thought about dignity before marrying me.”

“Same handwriting?” “Same vibe.” I took a sip of water. “Consistently revolting.” Rhea leaned back, closed her eyes for one second, then opened them again. “I was gone five hours. Five. Not five months. And that handsome psychopath has already upgraded from ribbon to royal porcelain.” “Monaco is efficient.” Poppy, who had very clearly only caught the word handsome and nothing else, looked up. “Who’s handsome?” “Not your business,” I said.

Unforgiving. She smiled. She was done being weak. The next afternoon, Ember arrived at one of the most luxurious private restaurants in the city — a place reserved only for noble families. The Hale family had already gathered. King Cameron Hale sat at the main seat, his expression stern and unreadable. Beside him sat Queen Marliee, her posture stiff, her eyes sharp with hostility. Several Hale elders and relatives were also present, their gazes filled with disdain the moment Ember entered. Today, Ember wore a long white dress that clung to her figure gracefully, making her look like a cold, flawless angel who had descended to pass judgment.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

I had spent years chasing after her, begging for even the smallest piece of her affection. I had cherished her above everything else. A single smile from her had once been enough to make my heart race. But now, all of those beautiful memories seemed to have faded away. What remained was only the bitterness of summer's end. Firmly, I shook my head. "No, thanks." It was all in the past now, and I should let go. The distant voice let out a soft sigh and opened the gate of reincarnation for me. Beyond the radiant doorway stood a little girl holding a teddy bear.

He responds and I smile. He excuses himself for some minutes to go talk with the sales person, before returning back to me. Together we take a tour of the place and I find out that most of the cars there are not to my taste, except for a black, sleek Ferrari, but I'm not about to have him pay for that. "Seen anything you like yet?" Gregory questions after we had our fair view of the cars displayed. "Yes and no" I respond. "What do you mean by yes and no."