The Prestige Novels & Stories

Fabiola curiously followed Camila as she started to explain what Prestige Group was into. “These samples were sent by other brands who wants to work with us.They are usually inspected by director-level management before they are sent to the factory for proofing designs.Prestige Group has businesses spanning industries such as real estate…film investment…fashion and clothing brands.The newly developed internet and electronics industry this year is also booming.” Fabiola grinned…she had no idea Prestige Group was into a lot of things… She felt proud of Lorenzo…it must not be easy to oversee all these…

"Yvonne, didn't we agree to wait until I returned from my business trip to go wedding dress shopping together? Why did you suddenly come to the company?" He took my hand. "Your hands are so cold, and you're not even wearing a jacket. Your lungs aren't in good shape—how can I possibly not worry about you?" I looked up at him. His gaze was sincere and ardent. It was precisely because of this that I couldn't understand. "Why did you hire an amateur as the company's spokesperson?" Prestige Entertainment was a top global company with countless celebrities under its helm, including A-list international stars and top idols. Yet, they chose an amateur.

Jayden looked up from the file in his hand. "Yup!" lucas popped the P. "We've got a prime piece of real estate in the downtown area, ripe for development. With your company's resources and expertise, we could turn it into a luxury condominium complex. The profits would be astronomical." he said, leaning back in his seat. I frowned at his carefree attitiude. 'who was this?' I thought, curious. he had a typical mafioso vibe to him. Scar on his right brow, tatoos peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, ring covered fingers.

It was a room with dim lighting as the sun was already setting and the window put an orange light on them and filled that room with a warm and cozy vibe. “What is Verona’s secret?” Siana continued as she pulled her legs to her stomach. She was staring outside the window, her eyes focused on that black dog playing in the street. “Uh…yeah about that. I dug into her background a lot and well all these years she has been talking to that Chloe and Lilia. She comes from a rich family…like crazy rich but somehow they don’t ever come upfront and interact properly, only through messages or calls.” Elijah paused to look at Siana’s reactions but she was blank and still stared in the same direction. It

Declan's POV I found his profile at midnight, and I was still on it at three in the morning, which was a new low even for me. Preston Whitmore. Harvard Law, second year. Father was a state congressman, grandfather had been a senator, great-grandfather had apparently done something important enough during the war that there was a building named after him somewhere in Massachusetts. His profile was the kind that had been curated carefully enough to look uncurated, candid photos that were too well-lit to be candid, captions that were confident without being arrogant, everything calibrated to project the specific image of a man who had it all and wore it lightly.

They drove through the rest of the journey in an awkward silence. The car screeched to a halt in front of Weybridge villa. The lights inside and outside the villa were automatically turned on, lighting up the entire luxurious mansion. Ethan exited the car and walked into the mansion. Inside the sitting room, there was a large L-shape sofa set Grey in color and a large rectangular-shaped glass table in the middle of the spacious sitting room. Stuart Hughes Prestige HD Supreme Edition, TV set, which was worth $1.5 million, stood magnificently on the wall.

Prestige. But behind the flashbulbs and five-star gloss, the real story was this: We were sharing a suite in the Palazzo Pavone. A marble palace with sweeping velvet curtains and two champagne flutes always chilling in silver. Two people. One bed. One long, slow unraveling. ---

She told me Cynthia's face went entirely bloodless before she dropped her porcelain cup straight onto the marble floor. She spent her entire life trying to prove that she was the superior sister, Vivienne said, her knuckles tightening slightly as she fastened the central silver button of her jacket. She thought that by transferring my grandfather's logistics routes into her name, she could automatically inherit the prestige that comes with the Vane legacy. She forgot that prestige is not a title you can steal from a medical bed. It is a presence.

THIRD PERSON’S POV Soft jazz music floated effortlessly across the crystal ballroom. Holding a thin glass of expensive champagne, Preston Thorne forced a perfectly white, confident smile. He stood in a small circle of wealthy pack investors near the glowing ice sculpture. Wearing a flawless midnight-blue tuxedo, nobody looking at him would ever guess his family was entirely bankrupt. "The Thorne lumber yards are completely secure, gentlemen," Preston lied smoothly, taking a small sip of his drink. "My father's passing was a big tragedy, obviously. But the transition of power has been seamless. We are expanding our northern operations next month."

I swore. He sat on one of the desk and looked at me from head to toe. And then he laughed out loud. "Wow! Look who just said the A word? It's Miss Prim and Proper Victoria Peige, the daughter of the rich and famous owner of Prestige Hotels, one of the prominent hotels in the world. But not impressive enough to top ours." He boasted. "What are you talking about? According to the latest world's most famous and prestigious hotels, ours definitely topped the chart! Ten of our hotels defeated yours! Get your facts straight!" I corrected him proudly. But he just laughed at this.