Regency Novels & Stories

Now, Sylvia’s legs trembled as Xavier drew her toward the two tall brass doors held wide by doormen. ‘Boa tarde, Senhor Regulus,’ the first doorman said, beaming. ‘Good to see you again, Mr. Regulus,’ the second doorman said in accented English. Once they were inside the foyer, Sylvia looked up in amazement at a center courtyard two stories high, with a dome of colored Tiffany glass on the ceiling. But if the glamorous architecture was straight out of the nineteenth century, the boutique’s clothes were as cutting-edge as anything she’d find on Fifth Avenue.

I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head with a smile. When we arrived at The Regency, the Grand Ballroom was already filled with elegantly dressed guests. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and champagne flowed freely. A string quartet played softly in the corner while waiters circulated with hors d'oeuvres. The moment I walked in, heads turned. I could feel eyes on me, hear the whispers. Emily Kings. The billionaire heiress, the woman who inherited and manages a multi-billion-dollar empire. "Ms. Kings!" Robert Chen, the CEO of Stellar Technologies, rushed over with his hand extended. "Thank you so much for coming. You honor us with your presence."

he said. I didn't answer. I simply let him draw me back into that intoxicating darkness. When everything was over, I slipped from his embrace, about to walk barefoot into the bathroom. Just then, my phone rang. My father's voice came through. "Aurora, have you thought about the engagement?" I glanced at Damian, who was still asleep—the Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, CEO of the most powerful pack group in Northland. The moonlight carved out the sharp lines of his face. His breathing was still uneven from all the excitement. My fingers brushed over the fresh scratches on his chest.

Hence, Serenity did not pay much attention to the luxury areas. Pulling out her phone, Serenity checked online for the price per square foot in Regent Residences. It was then she realized Regent Residences was an exclusive area, and those living there were loaded.

“Since we are destined to be at loggerheads, we might as well be unrestrained and enjoy ourselves.” Five hours later, a single red car came to a screeching halt in front of the Regan Palace. The Regan Palace was an imposing structure spread out over several hectares, oozing with grandeur and class. Its exquisite architecture and artistic design boasted decades of history. However, there seemed to be something missing. It seemed too cold and desolate for a place occupied by so many people.

And when Emily left, she didn’t leave empty-handed. “How bad?” I asked. “We’ll discuss it upstairs,” she said carefully. “But not fatal. Not yet.” We stepped into the elevator. The doors closed, sealing us into a mirrored box that reflected exhaustion I didn’t feel like acknowledging. “PR?” I asked. “They want a unified narrative,” Clara replied. “Stability. Growth. You being back is… symbolic.” “Symbolic,” I repeated. “That’s one word for it.” The elevator chimed and opened onto the executive floor.

I raised a brow. Mirabel blinked, her smile faltering. "The... the 4th? I believe that’s... outdated." "On the contrary," I replied smoothly. "Kael…The King…” I corrected because I shouldn't have called him by his name in their presence. “Reinstated it three months ago to stabilize the Northern Factions. It dictates that any land held by a female noble in her own right cannot be absorbed into a mate’s estate without her explicit, written consent. It’s the very law that allowed me to bring my family’s wealth here, rather than leaving it in Grayson's hands."

"I made you! You were nothing when I found you! A scared, pathetic kid with no family, no money, nothing! I gave you everything...even paid your college f*e!" "You gave me a cage to fight in and thirty percent of what I bled to earn for you," Zane said, a sudden, searing wave of old hatred flaring in his gut, though his voice remained deadly, terrifyingly level. "You gave me nothing you weren't already leeching off of and my college f*e? I earned that." Reggie stood fast, his chair scraping hard and ugly against the floor. "I'll end you!" he roared, terror twisting his face into something desperate. "You think anyone's going to follow a kid over me? I built this! Every piece of it!"

The regret that had weighed on his heart for so many years in the previous life was finally made up for. Now that Ellie was his wife, she would not leap from the rooftop like in the previous life. As long as Ellie lived safely, everything in this life was worth it. My pale face suddenly flashed through Brad's mind, making his heart feel somewhat irritable. "Someone, prepare one hundred million euros for me... plus that manor in the South District. Put them under Amy's name." Just as his assistant, Peter, nodded to note it down, Brad changed his mind again. "Add two more hotels and a commercial street."

"Pack this up for me, please." Catelyn knew Maria was taking a jab at her, and her face darkened. She snatched the red card and waved it. "What is this, some knockoff? Is it more prestigious than a black card?" To her surprise, the saleswoman exclaimed, "You have a black card, and you don't know about the red card?" Eleanor's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me… This is the red card issued jointly by the world's top ten financial institutions?"