Sharon Vineyard Novels & Stories

Zara's POV After arriving, I didn’t waste a second pretending it was a vacation. I was here to work, not to heal. Healing was for people who still believed in peace. By morning, I was already at the vineyard with Nico and Tessa, the wind from the countryside sharp against my face. The scent of ripening grapes filled the air. Mr. Biden, the man Mr. Everhart appointed to oversee the Vineyard, was already waiting to show me around. Some workers had quit after Vanderlyn’s death, and new applicants were trickling in

Ten years had passed since the day a black SUV first pulled onto the gravel driveway of the stone farmhouse. The dust of that arrival had long since settled, buried under layers of seasons, laughter, and the quiet labor of a life well-lived. It was an afternoon in late September, the air shimmering with the heat of a lingering summer. The vineyard was a sea of deep emerald and royal purple, the vines heavy with the fruit that had become the most sought-after vintage in the province.

This is her land. "What is this?" Ethan finally ask. "A map." Aaron looked at the map. "I think... It is..." Stopping, he looked at me. "Is it Oak Vineyard?" He asked. I nodded. My reaction realized the rush of Campbell brothers into my office. Ivan joined them and looked at the map carefully. I looked back and forth between me and the map before concentrating on the map. Why do I feel he is understanding it? "Our vineyard has a tunnel beneath," Ivan mumbled, in shock

" Sharon's expression instantly hardened, and she felt a twinge of regret. After all, the VIP membership card had been a source of frustration for her for many years. Despite being the matriarch of the esteemed Barrett family in Bern City, she didn't possess a VIP membership card from Vior. In the past, Laura had forbidden it, and now Timothy also prohibited her from obtaining one herself. Despite her indignation, Sharon outwardly maintained the facade of upholding Laura's principles of frugality; she used it as a justification for not acquiring the VIP card, all to preserve her dignity. Nonetheless, Shelly's revelation about Monalize's intention to use her VIP membership card to win over Sh

“Blue. You’ve grown up quite fast—have you gotten taller?” “It’s been a while… probably.” The girl smiled awkwardly as she spoke. Fingers knitted in her lap. Fiancé’s hand inching up her thigh. The sun had crest over the trees straddling the back fence, pouring through the windows. Her neck had begun to burn, cheeks heating a shy red with its embrace. Rather inappropriately, Vincent had decided the woman with the two hands of Sol cradling her face as though about to take her in a kiss would look rather pretty on her knees, looking up, mouth open.

My face heats up as I wonder about what would happen behind closed doors later tonight, maybe he was saving the rest for later. Anthony turns to face the crowd and links his arm in mine and we walk back down the aisle together. It was at a slow pace and we pose for some pictures in the middle of the aisle and again toward the end. We turn to face the ceremony once again and smile, allowing the paparazzi to take the last picture of us before we exit the room. We approach an older woman who gives Anthony a strong hug. She turns to me, her eyes seeming to beam at me, “Violet, dear, you are absolutely stunning. Anthony will do well to keep you happy.”

Sharon fired at his face. Matthew clenched his fist tightly, and a vein popped out of his neck. “I will make sure you regret saying this, Sharon!” With that, he dashed away from her sight. Sharon grunted out in frustration. She grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the tables and stormed out to nowhere in particular. “Is there a way here?” Sharon thought as she continued working down a never-ending corridor. After walking down for some minutes, she finally reached a small, quiet garden. Sharon sighed and took a seat.

“He’s my son’s best friend!” “Damn, I should have brought another bottle,” I looked at the half of the bottle left. “No worries,” Sharon took a long sip of wine, leaving the glass almost empty. “I have two other bottles.” I laughed out loud so hard, Sharon almost spit out her wine. This was going to be an interesting night. I was going to find out about how much she is in love with her son’s best friend, while secretly confessing that I’m in love with her son.

Calla’s POV The drive up the winding hill was quiet except for Madden’s occasional muttered curse as he flicked invisible feathers off his sleeve. The chicken incident had ruined his mood, which honestly only made it funnier. But as we pulled through the gates of Hillside Vineyard, even his scowl faltered. It was… breathtaking. I've never seen anything like this. Golden rows of grapevines stretched like velvet ribbons over the hills, catching the late afternoon light. Beyond them, the private villa rose like something out of a dream with stone walls draped in ivy, floor-to-ceiling windows catching the sun, and a wide, arched veranda overlooking a private infinity pool that made my jaw drop.

"If you go out the window and onto the lower roof, you can drop down from there. I do it all the time. If you go through the front door, our moms will stop you." I look to her and nod. Vivianne slides open her window and pops the protective screen off. She helps me through and onto the roof. I carefully step down the slope, making sure to not put my weight on any loose shingles. I peer back at her when I reach the end. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees. Then get your legs off and shimmy on your stomach till you can drop down. It might feel like a long drop, but it's not," she instructs me.