Novel & Cerita The Prestige

We were in the same type of business, and now he called my presentation bullshit? “I apologize if I didn’t present this well. But I guarantee you that this is going to make each of us huge money. This strategy has been proven to work, and there is a huge market for it already. People would love to see the Morreti shoes and the Lorenzo shoes combined to build a well-beautiful shoe for them. It will be a sophisticated material that only the wealthy can afford. This way, we are selling prestige and not ordinary shoes. Think about it?” I tried to convince him again.

She groggily picks up the lens and presses on the notification. “Look out your balcony.” She scratches her head. I have a balcony? Mauve looks around, it must be behind those thick grey blackout curtains. She strides towards it, pushing the heavy drapes on the side. Satin white sheers float through the breeze, indeed there are glass doors to the balcony. She pushes them apart, a 360 view of Elite welcomes her. It’s legit straight out of the sci-fi movies where fast-paced transportation capsules rule the sky while cars hover just underneath. Towering buildings each made of steel, glass are designed in a way trees and plants grow along with intricate patterns. The sunlight basks the entire cit

Pierce looked at me like he was hoping for something, and when I didn't give him anything, a kind of defeated weight settled over his face. Then, like he couldn't stop himself, he glanced over at Preston. His expression shifted again, back to something harder. "Nice dinner," he said. "Must've cost him a lot." He nodded at the box in my hand. "That thing in there, by the way." He paused, making sure I was listening. "That's from Maison Birks. Limited edition. The set retails for around a hundred and forty thousand." Another pause, longer this time, pointed. "Bet your athlete over there couldn't cover that on a whole year's salary."

Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance. He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath. The audacity. The manipulation. The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.

They moved gracefully through the hall, conversing in soft voices that nevertheless concealed careful calculations and hidden intentions. The true prestige of the banquet wasn't defined by its luxurious venue, but by the people attending it. The moment Bella entered the hall, she immediately recognized several familiar faces people she had previously seen only in major newspapers and on television. That was the real estate billionaire who had just entered the ranks of the world's richest people. Over there stood the wife of a powerful politician, wearing a pearl necklace worth an entire fortune. And farther away was the business magnate behind trillion-dollar investment funds. The very peopl

He sees her as a strong girl that her situation forced her to become a grown woman at such a young age. Furthermore, dad is being unreasonable pushing me to marry her instead of wasting my time dating useless trashy women. Molly is the prime president's daughter; I do not need her title nor connections when our family is listed as the richest family in all Europe. We have billions of billions and the president himself is one of our properties. In our world, you can buy anything with money... Power joins hands with money and they are a synonym to a single term, which is ‘Authority’.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

Revenge demanded preparation. Seven years ago, he had the dream of entering this world as more than just a servant. He wanted to be there as the face of Aurelius Luxe, standing proudly beside Dylan Loperse. Fate seemed to have a cruel and twisted sense of humor. Now he was arriving through the servants’ entrance, ready to become the shadow inside the man’s own home. The mansion finally came into full view. It was not merely a house but a statement. The white marble and glass rose elegantly against the skyline. Every line of the architecture spoke of money, power, and absolute control. It was exactly what Praise had expected from Dylan Loperse.

"Your date? Right, I am actually your date so I have to act like one. You are a CEO of a well-known company, so I should act sophisticated so they wouldn't say bad things about you just because you have me as your date." "Moonleigh!" I suddenly heard Prestine's voice, so Immediately turned around and saw her waving at me beside her husband. "Pres. We just arrived here at the same time, right? But we didn't see you at the entrance." "Oh, that's because I had to retouch my makeup again. You know I always have to look good so if ever the press put my pictures on different websites, people will say I am beautiful." I just shook my head and laugheD. "You really are Prestine. You always want to lo

“Impossible! If it just needed to be taken in, that’d be one thing, but letting it out…” Fashion Divas’ dresses were divided into four categories. The Prestige line was the highest tier, featuring the most exclusive, limited-edition designs, created according to celebrities’ personal preferences. In these cases, the celebrities themselves decided exactly how they wanted their dresses to look, and a designer from the brand would refine and adjust them until the artist gave final approval. Once completed, the dresses were gifted to the celebrities to debut at major events, generating massive publicity for the brand. It went without saying—they cost a fortune. I