Novel & Cerita The Magnolia Palace: A Novel

Caroline explained. Before I could ask her anymore questions, I heard murmuring coming from one of the rooms as we made our way through the downstairs foyer. The room has opened a crack and I could see Queen Magnolia. She was with a couple of other maids, with a similar uniform as Caroline, and taller gentlemen that I didn’t recognize. “He needs to be stopped before he kills every last one of them,” Magnolia hissed. Before she said anymore, her eyes found mine and she paused. She straightened her stance, made her way to the doorway, and shut the door, shielding my view from them.

* Julliane * When we arrived, there was no sign of my mother. As she was still in trauma, she stayed holed up in her room. Magnolia Manor was massive, the kind of place where you could live under the same roof and still feel miles apart. It was all marble floors, endless hallways, and that eerie, museum-like quiet that made you forget people actually lived there. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if she didn't even know I was here. The whole place felt like its own universe distant, elegant, and completely out of reach.

“Well, that is the Duchess’ Room, my lady.” ‘Oh. I guess we still have to appear as a real married couple.’ The maid guided Magnolia to her new chambers. A much bigger and more extravagant room. “You can leave after you prepare the bath Clara. I will call for you when I am ready to get dressed.” “Yes, my lady.” “Thank you.” Magnolia soaked in the rose petal bath. She washed her body and then her hair. ‘Who would have thought that I would marry again, and a duke of all people? I wish you were here to see this, you crazy bitch.’

Ronald walked into the building as magnolia followed behind, she would never give up, she would keep trying to escape whether it caused her, her life. The building was definitely a Villa, big and spacious but heavily guarded. Military men dressed in green and black uniforms moved around with gun thrown over their shoulders. Magnolia wiped her tears as she walked into the large mansion. The inside was more homey than the outside, everything had a touch of black and white, somehow she felt her racing heart beat pause for a while. "Why don't you seat here while I get you something to eat?" Ronald suggested as magnolia shook her head with a frown.

"That's Galan's." Unlike the straight-from-the-book-looking mansion of Laszlo, Galan's looks like a model house of a modern mansion. Almost everything can be seen from here and the theme is black. His fence was also black but lower compared to Laszlo's nearly two-story gate. He turned the dog around again in the opposite direction we were now facing, the south side. A huge farmhouse greeted me. The one I mostly saw in American movies. It was white and to my aunt it was three stories or more. Unlike the previous two, it had no yard but a clean garden in front.

I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm. As we got out of the car, my eyes were drawn to the magnificent fountain gracing the front of the main building. It was breathtaking. “Welcome to the Combs mansion. Please, come in,” he said, reaching for my hand. I followed him inside, his assistant having vanished without a trace. It was just the two of us. I gazed around the entrance hall, utterly wowed the moment I stepped into the living room. “I’ll show you to our room,” he said, leading me to the master bedroom. I knew James’ mansion was beautiful, but the Combs mansion was the very definition of opulence. The European style was undeniable, though there w

“Are you sure?” “Yes. Send me the dealer's details and the payment information. I'll transfer the money. I'll come later to sign the agreement and complete the paperwork.” Mia hesitated before replying. “All right. I'll take care of it.” The call ended. I slipped my phone into my purse and remained on the bench for another moment before standing. I knew where I needed to go. I drove to the Blackridge estate and parked in the driveway. After getting out, I walked to the front door and let myself inside.

She has been nothing but kind to me since we first met. The Martinez mansion is unlike anything I've seen. It is a stately mansion that exudes elegance and charm. There are gorgeous marble towers along the way and a fountain right in front of the mansion. It is surrounded by a beautiful garden of flowers that make the heart sing. When we step out of the car, it takes all of my willpower not to gawk. Inside the living room is a crackling fireplace that screams elegance. The walls are adorned with family portraits and obviously expensive paintings.

Zayn let out a low chuckled, "Don't worry Araceli, We'll be there with minutes to spare, just enough to keep them on their toes." Miguel chuckled, his amusement tinged with respect. "Mr. Vanderbilt always gets his way, doesn't he?" Zayn raised a nonchalant eyebrow. "Just prefer to keep things interesting, Miguel." I couldn't help but steal a glance at Zayn. There was a magnetism to him, an aura of power that belied his relaxed posture. He was a lion in a tailored suit, surveying his territory. The large doors of the "Finnmam's Enterprises" boadroom was swung open, revealing a room that spoke volumes about its owner's wealth. A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite

Her palms were slick with sweat, but she kept moving, following close behind him. Ares was a force. He moved with terrifying precision, his gun steady, every shot deliberate. He wasn’t just a businessman here, he was a predator reclaiming territory. They broke through the gates, bodies falling in their wake. Alarms blared. Lights blazed across the estate, flooding the grounds with harsh white. Valeria’s chest burned with fear, but she forced herself on, eyes locked on the mansion ahead. Somewhere inside, her daughter was waiting. They reached the main hall in a storm of gunfire. Shouts echoed off marble walls as Damien’s guards fell one by one. The smell of gunpowder and blood clung heavy in