The Gilded Age Season 3 Novels & Stories

Which brings us back to where we started. The third wedding. The moment everything changed. Standing at the altar in my white silk gown, watching Miles's face change as his assistant burst through the doors. Feeling my grip tighten on his wrist as he tried to leave. Hearing him say those words again: "Valeria has no one else. I have to go to her." But this time was different. This time, something inside me didn't just crack—it shattered completely. Because as Miles walked away from me for the third time, as I stood there listening to the whispers and feeling the pitying stares, I finally understood something crucial that I should have seen years ago:

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.

Not a simulation grid. A real one. Nyx stopped walking. The map showed an entire region. Cities, rivers, mountains, and trade routes traced in pale blue light. Dozens of small red markers blinked across it. Alaric’s voice dropped. “This isn’t a classroom model.” “No,” Nyx said slowly. “It’s not.” Footsteps echoed behind them. They turned. Three figures emerged from the shadowed perimeter of the chamber. Professor Halvern. Head Instructor Draeven. And a third man Nyx had only seen once before.

But I refused to be weak and break down and cry anymore. I opened the door ever so slightly so I could see them properly. Miranda was seated on the couch, her head craned to meet Bradley's gaze, who was standing in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, his eyes boring into hers. “We still have to be careful,” he growled. “Whatever. Just don't forget our deal,” she said, raking her hands up his torso. “You get the Amsterdam Empire's hidden treasures and I get Leon all to myself.”

Third-Person POV The paper shook in Edward Hayes’s hand, though not because of his age. Even at the age of eighty, his hold remained firm His fingers paled against the stained newspaper as he looked at the headline. "Notorious billionaire heir Damien Hayes was seen leaving the club with two models at 3am." The page's pictures had cockiness, like his grandson wearing sunglasses and driving a Lamborghini at night, the same smug smirk that curled his lips that we had grown up with.

The emerald cufflinks gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing whispers from the crowd. "They're absolutely gorgeous! Even if we can't buy them, just seeing them today is worth it!" "Yeah, I wonder who'll win them. They're incredibly rare!" Sitting in the corner, Jack kissed the woman's cheek and said, "It's just $30 million. Babe, I know you can afford it." I recognized the woman. If I was not mistaken, she was Vanessa Gordon, the Gordon family's illegitimate daughter. Although she was officially acknowledged as a member of the Gordon family a few years ago, she actually had little authority.

"I’m announcing it tomorrow at the gala. Bianca will be by my side. You can have the bakery and enough money to disappear. Just sign them and don't make a scene." He headed upstairs without waiting for an answer. Ivy sat in the dark. She didn't cry. Instead, she reached into the hidden pocket of her oversized sweater and pulled out a sleek, gold phone. It was much thinner and more expensive than the one Julian had bought for her. She pressed a button. "Grandfather," Ivy said. Her voice was no longer soft. It was sharp and cold. "The three years are up. He just handed me the papers." "Good," an old man’s voice answered. "The St. Claire private jet is landing in an hour. Your teams are ready.

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”