Novel & Cerita The Paris Apartment

“Better get used to it, Ms. Everheart. Paris tends to grow on people.” “I think it already has,” I said with a small laugh. Our ride was quiet after that, but not uncomfortably so. Ashton had a presence that wasn’t loud, but solid. Grounding. And I appreciated that. For someone who had just left behind a life, a marriage, and an identity, silence like that felt like healing. We arrived at the place Ms. Savarre had arranged for me. It was a quaint but beautiful apartment in Le Marais—old-world charm on the outside, modern and spacious on the inside. High ceilings, large windows, soft light filtering in through sheer curtains. It was perfect.

Paris asked in a small voice. Scarlett nodded. “Of course. You need it more.” Paris was overly emotional. She jumped to her feet and hugged Scarlett. “Thank you so much. I am really grateful.” Scarlett and Shirley helped Paris carry all of her things to the armored vehicle. Then they drove Paris and her belongings to the apartment where she had originally lived. On the way, the thick layer of ice that had covered the ground began to melt as the temperature rose, leaving water pooling on top of the ice.

That was four months ago. I walked to the sitting room and poured coffee from the pot room service had left. It had gone lukewarm. I drank it anyway and stood by the window looking down at the street below. I had given up everything for this. My apartment in Paris. My position at the firm there. A life I had built carefully and deliberately. I had left all of it behind the moment Marcus called and said he was ready. That the plan was moving. That soon we would finally be together properly and everything would be worth it.

Logan actually kept his promise to take me to Paris today. And this is where we both are now. In one of the luxurious apartments that also had a beautiful view of Paris. We both just arrived about an hour and a half ago, and went straight to this apartment. Logan was cleaning himself up in the bathroom, and I decided to take a moment to relax on the balcony.

Isabella's POV My apartment is old but the view out of the window is amazing and soothing. I am sitting on a cane chair, looking out of the window, imagining what my life would have been if it was this beautiful. Beautiful like this magnificent view of Paris. But it isn't. I am living in an old building that has no elevator to ease my every morning exercise of going to a bookstore to get a new book to read for the day to keep me company or going grocery shopping.

She had to leave. And so, she did. Largely in part to Olivia. She had scoured all of her connections to find her a quick and affordable apartment. She never thought moving could happen so fast, but one minute she was giving Josh the keys to give back to Randy, then next, she was moving boxes in her new solitary apartment. It had a nice little porch, a modest living room and a pretty small kitchen... but she'd make it work. In fact, she was almost... excited.

My apartment here isn’t overdone. No gold leaf, no marble columns. Just soft light, worn parquet floors, elegant furnishings in faded velvet and linen. French windows open out to a tiny balcony with a view over rooftops and chimneys, the Eiffel Tower just peeking through. It doesn’t feel like a hotel. It feels like a home someone once loved. I sit on the edge of the bed. I let my fingers run over the stitched monogram on the pillowcases. This is a new world. And for the first time in weeks, I’m not bracing for impact. I’m just… here.

She grumbled, glaring at me, head tilted to the side, “You forgot to eat ….again.” Fuck. I slammed the pen in my hands on the table, I leaned back, taking off my glasses, my fingers rubbing my eyes, letting out a low deep exhale. I had buried myself in work because I couldn’t stop thinking about Nikolai and the pretend husband and wife thing that I had forgotten I hadn’t eaten anything today. “Can you order something from the kitchen for me, please?” I asked. Nora was also my assistant when I was in Paris, she is the best human, the universe has sent to me.

When we reached the top floor, Daniel unlocked a door and gestured for me to step inside. The moment I walked in, my breath caught in my throat. The apartment was perfect. Tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, flooding the room with soft light. And there it was—the Eiffel Tower, standing proudly in the distance, visible from every angle. The furniture was minimal but elegant, with soft colors that felt both modern and warm. A small balcony jutted out from the living room, offering a panoramic view of the city below. “It’s yours,” Daniel said, his voice gentle.

he thought and started making calls. The butler called several agencies. It was either they had an apartment which met Ragnor's standard but had no big rooftop for landing a helicopter or it was the other way around. Finally, after spending 20 minutes making calls, he got an apartment with all the needed requirements in an expensive estate in Paris. He quickly made payment and sent the location details to Ragnor. In the penthouse, New York, Ragnor and Clara were getting ready to leave when his phone buzzed. He opened and checked the content and smiled.