The Darling Mansion Novels & Stories

"If you're done, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stepping on that carpet." "You're talking to your employer like that? This is my house now, and you're just a cleaning lady," she said smugly, grinning at me. "If I wanted, I could kick you out right now." "Oh really? That's fine," I said as I wiped the table. Jared had already paid me, so I could walk out anytime. Charlotte paused but quickly regained her composure, leaning casually against the cupboard. Her action made me frown because it was the same cupboard that had Molly's urn on it.

His warm breath on her neck and the softened tone of his voice made Aurora glare at him and push him away, "Don't mess around, or I won't be able to face anyone tonight." Heath raised an eyebrow, "Then don't. Works for me." Aurora pushed him away with a hand on his shoulder, "Behave!" Heath reluctantly let go and lounged on the couch, sulking over the missed opportunity. Meanwhile, guests were arriving downstairs. Everyone knew the Whitmores’ long-lost granddaughter had returned. Mr. Whitmore, delighted, had invited the entire high society and especially asked them to bring eligible young ladies to meet his granddaughter, showing his favoritism. Everyone was eager to see who this much-loved

That Evening — Blackwood Mansion The mansion was quiet when Damien walked in. The lights were low, and the air smelled faintly of lavender from Katherina’s candles. He paused in the hallway, straightening his tie and forcing his face into calmness. The mask had to be perfect. Katherina appeared from the nursery, one of the twins cradled in her arms. “You’re home early,” she said softly. “The girls missed you.” Damien smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course they did.”

Beyond them, the mansion appeared, sitting at the heart of the estate like a relic that refused to die. Vast. Solemn. Obscenely expensive. The mansion rose three full stories, crowned with steep slate roofs and tall chimneys that looked as though they had once breathed smoke day and night. The car rolled along a winding gravel driveway before stopping at the entrance. Benita stepped out first, frozen in awe. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Damien came up behind her and gently placed his hands around her waist. She flinched, but almost immediately, she relaxed. “Come,” he said softly. “Let me introduce you to my mother.”

"Tell me what? What are you on about?" "The hotel, and then there is the mansion we used to live in before and also the gallery," "He gave you the mansion too? Is that why he lives in a small house? Why did you make him do that?" She questioned, Nicole has always thought all Italians were intelligent and smart people but this lady, she was proving that there might be clueless and dumb ones too, just like in every other country. "Yes and those weren't given to me while we were on good terms, okay except the gallery, the mansion, and the hotel became mine as soon as I signed the divorce papers, so there is nothing like I made him do shit, you should ask him,"

Just as Nolan and Hailey suggested, Nolan had invited Claire over to their house and Claire gladly accept the offer, Nolan had went over to pick Claire up at the hotel and landed in front of the Rothschild big Mansion, Claire who had wore one of the dress bought by Nolan since he noticed she basically had nothing to put on and slipped out of the car, Nolan asked her to wait as he needed to park the car at the garage, she stepped on the marble door as she approached the Mansion’s door with her eyes glaring through everywhere. She had heard about how rich Nolan family was but she never expected him to be this rich, The house was Mighty that it surprised her to the skull.

Day went on as I just roamed around the mansion, Coop had shown me the huge library, study room, game room, movie theatre, the beautiful Swimming pool and also the huge kitchen. Arthur definitely has the most beautiful mansion in the city. It's dark now, I was now sitting in my room, reading a magazine. I glanced up as I heard a knock on my door, "Come in," I said while standing up, Coop opened the door and walked in, "Miss Ellis, Dinner is ready," he said, I nodded my head and placed the magazine on the coffee table.

The chirping of the birds outside lured me to relax outside through the window. This is a third-floor vintage mansion built in the middle of clean hills of grass with tall trees. A similitude of a secluded castle ground because the town is far ahead but visible in this distance. No train railways are connected to this mansion. Last night was purely magic. Madam Ophelia enters the room and pauses after landing a sight at me. "Good morning! It's me..."

Angelo smile, looking amazed at her. Suddenly they pull on the brake at the front of a big mansion with a massive signboard written in it Dellucci's mansion. It's like a paradise inside a paradise. It has numerous flowers, tulips, roses, name them all. The gate opens and a chauffeur walks out and opens the gigantic golden door for them to enter. "Calm down dear!" Caitrona solaces her angry husband. Caitrona still looking as if she's in her twenties and also Adonis.

“And I’m telling you, Mr. Aller, the chairman does not meet uninvited guests.” Darren’s jaw tightened. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” “On the contrary,” she said smoothly. “I know exactly who you are. Which is why I suggest you leave before you embarrass yourself further.” For a moment, they stared at each other, neither blinking. Darren finally exhaled sharply, turning on his heel and walking straight to the exit. Outside the mansion, Darren slowed his steps, his eyes roaming over the grounds. The workers had done a remarkable job bringing the once-abandoned estate back to life. Freshly trimmed hedges, polished stone pathways, and vases of carefully arranged flowers lined the wal