The Gilded Years A Novel Novels & Stories

She took the white pill from his palm and put it in her mouth. Without taking water, she chewed the pill and swallowed it dry. she tested the bitter taste on her tongue, and her throat burned, but it was not as painful as her heart. At first, they got married for the sake of having a child and had been respectful to each other ever since. However, after she had a miscarriage, Sheng Tiaroun began to hate her. They had been married for four years, and he had been torturing her for four years as well. Sheng Tiaroun stared at her as she finished taking her medicine, his gaze lingering on her lower abdomen for two seconds. The darkness in his eyes deepened, "Tonight, we're going to the Jin family

After he told them that, Ellie and Jennie worked to put me on Harold's surgical table, who then cut me into pieces. Though I lived with Ellie and Jennie in Langford Villa for eighteen years—since I was just a child, they were doing all they could to please Harold, allowing him to impersonate me while coming up with all sorts of ideas to help him torment me. And now, I finally understood—family was nothing to those two, and only love mattered. But I was also curious… When it came to love and privilege, which of the two would they choose? With that thought, I chuckled coolly, "I'll ask you one last time—who's Miles Langford's grandson? And the heir to Skymex Group?"

Inside were leather-bound journals, loose papers tied with string, and several thick ledgers. I pulled out the first journal and started reading. The entries were dated decades ago, written in Milicent's careful hand. She'd been documenting everything she could find about House Gold. About their fall. About what they'd built before the other Houses destroyed them. One passage made me stop:

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

"I'm sorry, Gene. I got tricked by that man because of my lack of judgment. I was wrong! Please help me convince Mom and Dad that I won't ever do something like this again, alright?" I scoffed. "Nicki, you know very well who's the real contributor to improving our hotel's business. Yet, you made use of your status as the daughter of Hayes Group's owner and told everyone it was made possible through your efforts. "What's more, you've even worked with your clients to secretly raise funds and register a shell corporation to steal our parents' business. Am I right?" Nicki's face turned pale. She felt extremely flustered and uneasy. "You… You knew about that, too?"

She checked out her fingernails, giving me an 'I told you attitude. "It was never meant to happen Nellie. There's something about that man." I pause thinking of a word to describe it. "He's alluring." I decided to use the word he had used on me yesterday and it fit perfectly to describe him. "You're keeping me on the edge, Gia. I need to see this man who has you feeling this way."

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 The hum of soft conversations and the occasional clink of cutlery greets me as I step into The Gilded Stag, a beacon of luxury in the heart of London. Although I've been working here for a little over a month, the understated elegance of the restaurant never hesitates to stun me. Subdued lighting glints off the crystal chandeliers, giving the place a warm and cozy vibe while servers glide between polished tables draped in pristine white linens.

Some things, he figured, you just couldn’t strip out of a man—no matter how much life had tried to break him. “This is incredible. Where did you find this?” the professor asked, struggling to suppress his excitement. “Picked it up at an occult auction in Greece a few weeks ago,” Gildeon replied—a lie he’d crafted to avoid follow-up questions. “This must’ve cost you a fortune.” Professor Nowak turned the notebook over to inspect both the front and back covers. “And they had no idea who the author was?” Gildeon shook his head. “They only said it might’ve been written by a witch or psychic from the ’80s or ’90s.” He’d spotted some initials on the back page, but he wasn’t sure if they belonged t

There’s a male voice in the background calling out to him. “I’ll let you go now. I’ll text you when I’m in. Have a good day. Bye.” “You too, good bye.” After the call ended, I undressed and stepped into the shower. Deciding to have breakfast when I get to Santana. I was going to the one place where I was the architect of my own reality: The Gilded Brush It was the most prestigious art gallery in the district, a minimalist haven of white marble and glass that I had purchased through a holding company shortly after my divorce. To the world, it was managed by the impeccably sharp Julian Vane. To me, it was the physical manifestation of my survival.