Regency Novels & Stories

My twin brothers. They took one look at my face and their wolves surged forward visibly. “What did he do?” Greg demanded. “Enough,” Father snapped. Gerald stepped to my side without hesitation. “She’s staying.” “She is not.” “She lost a child,” Greg growled. “Have you no heart?” “She lost her loyalty first!” Father roared. The argument escalated quickly. I stood frozen between them, feeling twelve years old again. “If she stays,” Father said finally, voice shaking with fury, “you both will lose your inheritance.”

Their aggression before was a stark contrast to their sad retreat. They were too familiar with the name, Ethan Rivers. They might not have met Ethan before, but not too long ago, South Regent, a powerful military figure from abroad, retreated to his land, vowing never to cross the borders so long as Ethan remained. Who was South Regent? He was a dominant force overseas. His military was equipped with state-of-the-art weapons, including missiles and helicopters, and his troops were known for their ruthlessness and fearlessness. South Regent ran many businesses including smuggling, human trafficking, and arms dealerships, and no one had lived to see another day after upsetting South Regent. Ho

The Cadillac drove into the area where the mansions were. As he glanced at the luxurious manors, a faint smile appeared on Don’s face. “Boss, you previously told President Hann that you want Regal Palace to return to its roots in the Celestial Empire. Is this area of mansions the place that our Regal Palace higher officers will be staying at?” Tyr was briefly quiet before answering, “I did have that thought, but I’ve yet to decide. I’ve already bought all thirteen of the best mansions halfway up the mountain.

"It's important to know if our future family member comes with… debts." I set down my fork. Slowly. Deliberately. "Mrs. Kael," I said, "I understand your concern. You've spent forty years building this family's reputation. The last thing you want is some gold-digging nobody tarnishing it." Victoria tilted her head. "Go on."

Mark said, sounding unsure. Regis smirked. He remembered that his father had given Liliana the grand, luxurious house as a wedding gift. “But are you sure you want to move? Don’t you love the penthouse you live in now?” Mark asked cautiously. His young master was the type who valued peace. Regis had moved multiple times before because he felt uncomfortable. The penthouse was the only place where he felt his privacy was undisturbed by outsiders. Regis didn’t answer Mark’s question. He simply said, “Negotiate a price with that woman, Mark.”