Novel & Cerita The Prestige

He asked, "Did it scare you too? Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Deirdre smiled. "Thanks to Mr. Fuller's excellent driving skills." "You're teasing me again." Sterling sighed, placing his hand on Deirdre's shoulder. Suddenly, a loud crash reverberated from the car, clearly coming from inside. Deirdre immediately turned to look at the car, unintentionally noticing its model. It was a limited edition Prestige, and there were very few people in Neve who could afford such a car. In fact, there was only one person...

She's all grace and quiet confidence, her fiery red hair a waterfall over one shoulder, freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks like delicate constellations. Preston, that bastard. He never just fell for her; he hunted her like some prized possession to display on his arm. But no, he's more than just obsessed; he's sick in the head. He doesn't want a partner; he wants property, a puppet to control.

They went through it. House Prestige, curated by the glamorous Madame Celeste Everhart, was always in the spotlight. Celebrities, heirs of social dynasties, fashion icons, and viral influencers made their home here. Prestige didn’t chase clout—they controlled it. Narrative, image, scandal—they wrote the headlines and starred in them too.

As I took out a can of beer from the fridge and leaned on the kitchen counter looking across Ken in the living room. Our place is not that huge so we could easily see each other wherever we sit or stand. It has been one of my goals too. To transfer to a much more luxurious place that fits me. “Amaya is the number one businesswoman here in New York City. She's been known internationally. She’s got connections you can’t even reach. Her fiance is as famous as she is. You are not even half of it.” Ken’s words were deeply insulting. But I get it and that’s exactly why I wanted to go up fast.

When evening came, Celeste sat in the living room, her countenance grim. She heard the sound of the door opening, indicating that Preston had returned. Celeste studied her son, who stood at an impressive 1.88 meters. Preston’s longtime dominance over the King family’s riches and company was a testament to his intelligence and ability. He was physically and intellectually outstanding. Despite all of that, he ended up marrying a very unremarkable woman. Preston sensed Celeste’s stare as he entered the living room, so he walked closer to her. “Do you have something to say to me?”

‘’I mean, how could he have been able to pull all these stunts without being caught? She chuckled. ‘’He owns the Prestige Hotel. They were all into it.’’

I guess at the end of the day, we all want what we can’t have. “I like a girl who doesn’t mix business with pleasure,” Stacey teased and we all laughed. “Oh come on, you’re seriously hurting my chances with her here, boss lady.” Max playfully whined, adding to our whole humorous atmosphere. “Thanks for the talk, Stace.” I said before walking away. “You guys have a great weekend.” I took the long way home, trying to avoid imprisoning myself to the walls of my studio apartment, for longer than I had to.

"What's next? A prenup or a honeymoon?" She walked over, leaned down close enough for him to catch the scent of expensive perfume and danger. "We make the world believe that we are in love." **** Jesse had never seen so much marble in his life. The Sterling Estate wasn't a house-it was an empire wrapped in glass, stone, and designer silence. From the black iron gates guarded by actual men in suits, to the sprawling circular driveway where a fleet of luxury cars glittered in the sunlight, everything screamed one word: Power.

Xander spares me a glance which makes me bite my lower lip in embarrassment. Thankfully, his mother does not notice. The interior of the mansion is exquisite with a mixture of ancient and modern day decorations. The dining area is spacious enough to contain more than fifty guests. I haven't been to a home like this and this is no doubt the home of a billionaire. My guess is right. Not only does he and his Mother have connections but they are damn wealthy. Where is his father then? The question suddenly pops up in my head and I snap my head towards him to see him watching intensely.

I was actually intrigued to know what was going through his head. “Hey!” he cleared his throat and tried to sound very calm. I wonder what was happening, who did he call after aggressively muttering curses? “I was very busy in these few days,” he stated, “why don’t we meet tonight? Umm let’s dine together at the Restaurant Prestige?” he leaned back comfortably and smiled, I don’t think he was faking it anymore. This restaurant was the richest thing I have ever heard of, something that wouldn’t be anything for an Alpha king like him.