The Mansion Of Happiness Novels & Stories

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” For the first time in months, I smile. A real smile that spreads warmth around my heart and she smiles back. I remind myself to call Sunny once I get my phone back. She deserves to know everything. She has always been my light in my darkest days. I follow Marian inside the mansion. It stands out from all the other houses in the estate. The biggest, only modern building. I notice how the woman avoided the Victorian house as we pass by it. But I don’t think too much about it. My mind is already full.

“This place feels like paradise.” Taking a step toward the front door, Henri extends his hand. “I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy seeing the inside too.” She slips her fingers into his for a brief moment, feeling the quiet strength of his touch before letting go and following him inside. The mansion is spacious, with light-colored walls, oversized windows that flood every room with sunlight, and polished floors reflecting the glow. “This is the living room,” Henri says, leading her down the hallway. “We usually don’t spend much time in here, though. We’re almost always out on the veranda.”

Will she give it to her father without thinking or will she be smitten by the money she could make out of the land? The car was now in front of the main door, Micah got off and walked in, Unlike the usual, Today the mansion gave out a feel of a home rather than the showroom for breathtakingly beautiful walls and luxurious furniture, He heard chuckles, and low voices, one was a sweet and warm voice that could cause one’s heart to tremble, while the other was a happy yet very familiar voice.

a tight smile formed on the corner of her lips as they continue to went inside the mansion. The mansion was big, indeed. Towering ceilings adorned with exquisite chandeliers greeted them as they stepped into the grand foyer. The air was filled with a faint scent of antique wood and the soft hum of distant conversations. A grand staircase in the center led to the upper floors, adorned with a rich, burgundy carpet that whispered underfoot. "This is incredible!" she stuttered in amazement. Nate chuckled, pleased with her reaction. "Glad you like it, because this will be your home with your husband, Felix."

I was in a state of dumbfounded silence, as if someone had hit the mute button on my life. The irony of being rendered speechless at a time when I needed words the most! Before I could even begin to describe my shock with words. Winston clarified, "It will be a Contract marriage, and you will be paid generously at the end of each week. When the term expires in eight weeks, you will also be gifted with a luxurious apartment in the center of the Dorian coast."

I was ordered to follow her and then I finally left with the Wilson's family. I got into the car. It wasn't up to an hour when we got to the Millers' mansion. It was a mansion. It had a minimalist design. The floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to disappear into the walls, flooding the space with natural light and offering a glimpse into a life of luxury. "If this deal crashes, you crash with it. Now get your smelly self in here and come meet your husband-to-be," she said, as we got into the living room.

I clench my thighs and clear my throat. “Well, I care. I’d like to arrive at this mystery location alive, thank you.” “So dramatic,” Jaxon teases, but he moves his hand back to safer territory: my knees. This is what happiness feels like, I think. Not the absence of fear, but the presence of something stronger. When we finally turn off the main road, my breath catches. “Holy shit.” The driveway is lined with grapevines, stretching as far as I can see. The mansion—because there’s no other word for it—sits at the end, all stone and glass and elegance. But it’s the view behind it that makes my heart stop.

“Then let me come.” “They didn’t invite you.” “So?” I turn to him. “That is exactly why.” He studies me for a second, then nods slowly. “Call me if anything feels off.” “Everything feels off,” I admit. He gives me a half smile. “Then call me sooner.” The Millers’ rented mansion sits right on the beach, lights glowing warm against the darkening sky. It’s the kind of place that looks effortless and expensive at the same time. Tall windows. Long driveway. White stone steps leading up to a wide front door.

Just the man I adore and me, sharing our passion. For a time, I know peace. Hugo double checks that the secret camera is on and that the microphone is recording before he leaves his car. Hopefully, his realtor won’t be suspicious of the gaudy lapel pin that hides them both. Though, with someone who is used to dealing with people who want to buy high end real estate, Hugo imagines Mr. Carpenter won’t bat an eyelash at the extra gold on Hugo’s suit. Leaving the car, Hugo spots Mr. Carpenter standing outside the front of the mansion. The mansion is historic, of gothic architecture. It’s a beautiful home, but overpriced, given the amount of work that needs done. Such as replacing all the lead pi

The gate slowly opened. What I saw left me speechless. A massive European-style mansion stood proudly in the middle of an estate. There was a grand garden, a fountain in the center, and the mansion itself looked like something out of a fairytale. “Welcome to our mansion, wife.” “H-Huh?!” “This… is our new home.” My mouth fell open. Daebak...! ****** LMCD22