Romans & histoires The Darling Mansion

As she ascended the steps, Summer noticed the small path laid with marble stones leading into the courtyard, where a serene and beautiful garden landscape unfolded. There was even a pond and a pavilion, indicating that the Ritter residence had been meticulously preserved. "Keith, when was this family mansion of yours built? It looks incredibly old," Summer asked, intrigued.

, Chapter 67 Flora stepped out of the car and caught sight of the illuminated windows in David's grand mansion. Instantly, her heart filled with pure joy. Brimming with excitement, she hurried over and pressed the doorbell. Time seemed to stretch on as she waited, testing her patience. Just as her patience was wearing thin, the heavy doors of the mansion creaked open. To her astonishment, it was Rowan who stood before her, someone she never expected to see. Flora couldn't control her surprise, and her face revealed her shock.

Daryl replied curtly, his voice slightly hoarse. Clara picked up her suitcase and nudged his shoulder playfully. “Let’s go. I just want to crash at your place. And cuddle all day.” Daryl only nodded, his smile barely there. At the Daryl Family Mansion – Westchester County The Daryl family mansion stood grand and proud, with manicured gardens and a small pond in front of the porch. As their car pulled up, Elsa and Rico—Daryl’s parents—were already waiting at the front door.

“Of course. But that'd be after the feast I prepared for you.” Our eyes widened with surprise. “A feast?” Alec asked. “Yes.” Mama beckoned. “Come along.” We followed her inside the mansion. It was opulent, like Alec's, with soaring ceilings, double staircase, and a grandfather clock ticking in a corner. In the foyer hung a photo of a man, a woman, and a young boy—strikingly similar to the triplets. “Is that Damian or Nathaniel?” Eloise asked. Alex and I exchanged a knowing glance.

Sun setting on the horizon and rays cascading through the large balcony sliding doors cast an inviting glow to the room that took away the weariness. I glanced around the immaculate, cream-colored Sterling Suite; this is the finest, most costly accommodation on the Dorian coast. This is more than my six-month income for one night, but it's money well spent. If only I had mastered the art of saving money and adhering to a budget, both of which I have yet to master at the ripe old age of 30.

I had to go to the Mansion. The only thing about the Mansion that changed was the colour, it switched from a light grey to a navy blue thought out. The colour inside changed from white to emerald green. Red curtains covered the Walls and the big windows reflected the lights from the sun. No one was in the living room. I ciuid here rustling in the kitchen. I walked in and I saw the maids tidying up the place. They just had breakfast as a whole.....without me. I pushed the bag on my shoulders, as I searched for the inhabitants of this house. I heard noises from the back. Which was weird because from what I heard Damon closed up the place, when Maddie was sixteen. She also drowned in the water.

he said quietly, “it’s Mrs. Wade.” Her heart skipped several beats, but she nodded. Mrs. Dill showed her through the mansion, room after room, each more beautiful and intimidating than the last. It was so magnetic and intricate at the same time. The living room alone was the size of Aunt Nardine's entire house and there would still be some space left. The Chandeliers glimmered overhead, polished floors reflected everything, and tall windows overlooked acres of green lawns. Her heart melted at the view of the lush field from the mansion's royal looking windows. It was breathtaking.

"Okay, Amara." I sighed and went into the house as Helen looked homely, while I tried to understand that Darlington didn't want to employ a younger woman's service here, like the two young maids he had at his father's mansion. We finally walked into the house, and I admired the living room, decorated in cream walls and golden chairs and dining. "How do you see the house?" Grinning, Darlington asked me as he looked more handsome. "It's fine. Can you show me to my room? I would like to rest," I said to Darlington, and he led the way, explaining the other closed doors in the mansion until we arrived at the top floor, where the master bedroom was.

Daria was mesmerized by the exquisite details of the wall paintings, the frame of each door, the reflect floor tiles and the golden chandeliers that hung in every hallway. As she passed by she met a few helpers, that bowed on seeing her, acknowledging her presence, which she replied with a subtle bow. Heading towards the north side of the mansion she began to notice that there where fewer helpers and less paintings. It gave off an eerie and desolated vibe, but it was beautiful just like the other side's of the mansion she had seen. Her eyes caught the only door in sight, and was to open it, “excuse me ma'am” the butler stopped her drawing her attention to him.

I suddenly asked myself, what good things had I done in the past for me to be treated like this? I had the man of every woman's dream. Handsome, rich, and a really great man. A husband material. An ideal lover. ----- "What movie do you like to watch?" Alex asked me as he browsed Netflix while I arranged the snacks on the mini table. He was sitting pretty on the recliner chair with his two legs up. We're in the movie room in his mansion. I was amazed as it was like a mini-movie theater. We didn't need to go to the cinema to watch a movie on a big screen.