The S Class That I Raised Novels & Stories

she said softly. Ten minutes later, I was in the back of my armored Mercedes S-Class, the vehicle tearing through the slush and ice of the Moscow streets with its sirens clearing the lanes. My mind was a chaotic vortex of fury and desperation. The children are getting worse by the single day, I thought, my fists clenching so hard my knuckles turned white. They can't even be responsible for their own skin. I built this entire empire to provide a fortress for them, to ensure they never have to see the dirt I grew up in, and they treat my name like a joke! When the vehicle pulled into the underground garage of the secure Radov Private Clinic, I exploded out of the door before my security guards

KAYSEN* Tanner and I had our first actual argument ever when he was being adamant about spending over one hundred thousand dollars on a decked-out third-row seating Lexus SUV. In the end, Tanner won, and we drove off the lot in our brand new Luxury Lexus SUV. Those determined mesmerizing hazel eyes burning into my sky blue eyes get me every time. Oh, and his signature only the best for my girls, and nothing less. I've come to figure out that I would most likely never win an argument when it came to money and Tanner spoiling Cora and me.

Theo led me outside, his grip on my waist firm as we approached a sleek black Mercedes Benz S-Class parked in the driveway. The car gleamed under the soft glow of the evening lights, another display of his endless wealth. It felt like every event we attended, he made sure to show off a different car from his collection.

he asked and I nodded then. The man… Galatia… wait, what kind of name was that? It did suit him now that I think about it, collected my suitcase and started to walk towards the exit, not waiting for me to catch up or anything. It was as if he was saying, “You already wasted my time with your unnecessary suspicion, so catch up if you like or not. I'll just leave without you.” I picked up on my steps and was almost running after him. Soon, we got to a Mercedes-Maybach S-class… I knew what it was exactly because I watched the launch of the car several months ago with Sidney back home in Atlanta.

I would not have hesitated to break his bones inch by inch but he was smart enough to recognize the change in me instantly. For the first time in years I actually loved my sweet ride, a Mercedes C300 4Matic, it was coated in black and the plate number had my name on it. "Elena" captioned boldly on it. I felt satisfied at once. It was with it. After all, being rich comes with its perks. I have taken driving classes ever since I was 16 and last year I had my license, it was kept in the car so u did not need to rummage around before finding it.

Her eyes lingered on Olivia with contempt, treating her like a filthy creature. "Fine," I said cheerfully. Feeling a little anxious, Olivia clutched my shirt tightly. I gently patted her head, trying to comfort her. "As for these two," I continued, "send them back where they came from. I've been the sole breadwinner all these years. There's no reason I should raise two children who aren't mine." Jessica stared at me in disbelief, unable to grasp how the normally easygoing, agreeable man she knew could suddenly become so resolute.

Frank said. Lydia nodded repeatedly. "Please come with me." As she led them to the Maybach section, she gave him a detailed description of the prestige class. Frank was soon studying the S-class and deciding that it was good. "How much is the model with the highest specifications?" "One moment, sir," Lydia took out a calculator, tapping on it for a long while before saying, "That would be 5.3 million dollars, sir." Frank nodded, stroking his chin. Lydia presumed that Frank could not afford that and added, "Sir, we also offer loans… "

I interjected. "Wow! Slow down tiger, I've got no knife in my hands, I don't kill." He joked and I smiled, assessing him before agreeing to his offer. If I don't, what other choice do I have? None. "Thanks." He said, staring into my eyes and I nervously look away. "For what?" I asked but he ignores my question and presses the remote to his designo diamond white color Mercedes-Benz S-Class car. "Wow!" I said in surprise, staring at the expensive car in front of me.

Alex frowned, "Over 400,000?" "I didn't think you'd still be so childish and have no self-awareness even a year after graduation! Back then, you had to pay for your classes in installments, but you still wanted to pursue me. It's the same as you wanting to buy a BMW now. You’re just a typical person who aspires for something you’re not even worthy of!"

Don't let him dirty our home. Mason glanced at Simon through the rearview mirror, a cold smile tugging at his lips. He stepped on the accelerator, and the tires splashed mud all over Simon's face. Out there in the rain, Simon collapsed onto the ground, watching as the luxury car drove away. At last, he realized he'd truly lost everything. A year later, with Mason and me at the helm, Fuller Group's share price doubled. I drove him to visit Grandpa Ernest's grave. When we got there, he lowered his head solemnly and said, "Rest assured, Great-Grandpa. The Fuller family's legacy lives on. I was raised right, too."