Regency Novels & Stories

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 outdated."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."

Claire stood gracefully and walked past him into the conference room and she felt his stare burning into her back. The conference room had a mahogany table with lawyers already seated and Claire sat on one side while Jeff sat across from her staring like she was a puzzle he couldn't solve. Richard cleared his throat. "Let's begin." He read through preliminaries about charities and personal items and Jeff kept glancing at Claire with suspicion written all over his face. "To my grandson, Jeffrey Anderson, I leave my The Andersons corporation." Jeff exhaled and his shoulders relaxed with visible relief. "With the following condition."

She wondered how Maxwell would question her and what her response should be. "Alright, Laurie. I know what to do. Don't worry about me, okay?" After ending the call with Laura, Jennifer received a message from Maxwell. He instructed her to go to the Regency Manor—a high-end hotel in Haven City. The place was renowned for its romantic ambiance and exclusive, members-only policy.

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."

"This is fine," Maria said to Willow quietly. "Don't say anything else, and don't get involved." "But..." Willow gritted his teeth. Maria cut him off just as he was about to argue some more. "No buts, Will. Listen to me." Willow finally shut his eyes and clenched his jaw. Maria quickly changed the subject, worried that his mood would worsen. "By the way, there's a real estate tycoon named Cameron Lane. Do you know him?"

Genevieve sat across the salon, reading a magazine as she had her hair curled, and Nova squirmed in her seat as a manicurist tried to file her nails. "It must be so fun going to all your dad's parties, huh?" Kendra asked me, painting a second coat of color onto my nails. She wasn't much older than me, maybe twenty five, at the most. She was tall and stick thin and had caramel colored hair. "Sure," I said. "Very fun." "Your dad's running against Robert Killian, isn't he? And of course Garrett Greenwood." "Yes, he is." "Well, your dad's got my vote. He's a great mayor. Everyone knows Greenwood's never going to mayor this town, and that Killian guy is new to town, too, I hear. What does he know

He said that with his Alpha voice, but it had no effect on me. He’s so stupid I could see the rejection had an impact on him. I jerked my hair back from Amy and held my head high, “I, Phoenix Greeley accept your rejection Gael Ryker, with pleasure.” I don’t know how I walked away from him when he was on the ground holding on to Amy watching me walk away.