The Greatest Estate Designer Novel English Mga Nobela at Kwento

Part I – The Weight of Forgotten Tears The seven heirs stood before the grand estate of Marquis Dane Chalde, their gazes fixed upon the magnificent mansion rising proudly against the evening sky. Calling it a marquis' residence almost felt insulting. The sprawling estate rivaled the residences of royal families. Towering white stone walls surrounded elegant gardens blooming with rare flowers gathered from every corner of the empire. Marble fountains glittered beneath the moonlight while countless lanterns illuminated winding pathways leading toward the enormous manor.

Fresh fruit, eggs, toast, coffee — everything perfectly arranged. I sat down and ate slowly, the silence of the house pressing in on me. No one came. No one spoke. It felt… strange. Like I was in a beautiful cage, waiting for the owner to return. After breakfast, I decided to take a walk. I stepped outside, the morning air cool against my skin. The estate was massive — perfectly manicured lawns, tall trees, a private lake in the distance. Everything was classic, clean, expensive. It screamed power. It screamed Grey.

A masterpiece designed like one that an incredibly skilled architect came up with when he could not decide whether he wanted a modern house or an ancient estate and then he ultimately built something that looked like both. I have always marvelled at my Papa's estates, but this was mind-blowing. It was modern yet timeless and vast, and that didn't do well with the tension swelling in my belly. The men who seemed more like soldiers appeared momentarily, gesticulated, and disappeared like shadows. My blood turned to ice with fear. What is he going to do to me here? He had said this was his estate.

Was the world outside this gate specifically designed to keep people like me on the bottom? Instead of dwelling on the feeling of failure, I decided to go out. Since I couldn't leave the estate grounds, I might as well explore the beautiful cage I was trapped in. The estate was everything I had imagined and more. As I walked further away from the main house, the sheer scale of the wealth became overwhelming. I could honestly imagine myself retreating here, hiding from the world in these manicured gardens for the rest of my life. Now, I finally understood why Lucien said I would love it. It felt so refreshing. The flowers were gorgeous, vibrant bursts of color that smelled like a dream, and t

"What is this?" "This is our real new palace, my Empress," Adrian rumbled, his large hands coming up to cup her face, his thumbs smoothing over her porcelain cheekbones with an exquisite, breathtaking tenderness. "I had a team of world-class architects design it over the past month. It’s a private coastal estate on the cliffs of upstate New York, completely isolated, completely secure. It has an architectural grid designed specifically to your tastes, a full playground infrastructure for Hayes, and a private sanctuary for you. The tower in the city is for the business. This... this is for our life."

“You’ve got a lot of things here, but everything feels like they belong there. Nothing stands out of their place.” “My son personally took care of redesigning the layout of the estate,” Gareth said with a bit of pride in his voice. “Your son?” Gabe smiled. “He thought of placing such beautiful flower plants at different places. That’s not how men generally think, unless they want to impress someone, like the woman they love.” Gareth was a bit startled by those words. Thoughts rushed through his mind. He remembered the times when Adrian built so many amenities in the estate. He thought Adrian was doing it for himself, but what if Adrian was actually upgrading the estate for the woman who was

Bellmare Estate reminded me of Zane Blackwood, my second time ex-lover. The estate loomed ahead, transformed into a cathedral of wealth and spectacle. Chandeliers dripped light like liquid gold from the high ceilings, cascading over floral arrangements that climbed toward the heavens. Every table glittered with crystal, every seat tied with ivory ribbons, every corner infused with roses and lilies that perfumed the air until it was almost suffocating. It was perfect. Of course it was. I had designed this wedding myself, down to the thread count of the linens. Now I was walking through it not as the planner, but as an uninvited guest dressed in red.

He owned this. He owned everything. Including me too, she rolled her mind eye-while stifling a smile. Inside, the estate was vast, open, filled with natural light and minimalist, high-end furniture. Gleaming floors, abstract art on the walls, enormous windows that brought the forest right inside. “This is quite the place, my king,” Claudine said, her voice laced with genuine surprise. “Do you have a staff-to-guest ratio that allows for personal butler concerts? Or perhaps a secret room filled with gold-plated unicorns?”