The Villa Book Novels & Stories

He handed it to her. It was a simple note: "Day One. Love you. Always." Valeria's breath caught. “You’re counting the days?” “We didn’t get to count the days we lost. So now we count the ones we get.” She let out a shaky laugh and walked straight into his arms. — Inside the Villa The villa was more beautiful than she imagined—arched ceilings, soft stone walls, tall windows draped in white gauze. Everything smelled like sun and lemons. Kc gave her the grand tour: the little writing room that overlooked the garden. The wine cellar. The claw-foot tub.

“You’re insufferable. Whatever. I finalised a villa for Elara and Cora just an hour ago. I’m sending you the address—get here as soon as possible.” He doesn’t explain anything further. Just as he disconnects the call, a message comes right away. I look at the map and instantly approve of the location. After exactly thirty minutes, when I make it to the villa, I’m welcomed by a dozen maids and other servants working their asses off to make sure the villa is ready by the evening. They are cleaning, mopping, and bringing in and out new pieces of furniture, which I wonder were selected by Lucas himself. The man does seem aloof sometimes, but surprisingly, he always knows what he’s doing.

“Uh…” “Jimmy,” Alaric said, his voice gaining strength despite his weakened state, “when the young madam talks, you listen. Do as she says.” Jimmy straightened, carefully maneuvering Alaric out of the vehicle once they arrived. The villa loomed ahead of them. A stunning structure with modern yet cozy architecture. It was surrounded by lush gardens and glowing softly in the night, like a sanctuary. Elona blinked, taking in the scene. “This… this is a villa?” she murmured. “It’s big enough to rival a mansion.” Alaric smiled faintly at her amazement. “Do you like it?”

Lucien’s territory was a mystery, and every step felt like walking a knife’s edge. “Move,” Vira said, already halfway out the door, her braid swinging like a rope. I followed, my boots whispering against the stone, the corridor stretching ahead, its walls draped with tapestries of wolves howling under starlit skies. Torches sputtered in their brackets, painting the air with smoke and warmth, the scent of burning resin mingling with the ever-present pine that seeped through every crack. The villa was a fortress carved into the mountainside, its halls winding like veins, each turn revealing glimpses of Lucien’s world—polished wood beams, iron chandeliers dripping with crystals that caught the

“It’s beautiful.” Roman scanned the tiny porch, the single lantern swaying in the wind, the too-small windows. “It’s a trap,” he muttered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said quickly, tugging his luggage from the car. “Just…beautiful like you said.” Inside, the villa was cosy — too cosy. A fireplace on one end, soft curtains, polished wood floors, and right in the centre of the bedroom….one bed. Large, yes, but unmistakably one. Tessa stopped at the doorway. “Oh. Okay.”

Isabel’s POV The bed in my old home felt like a strange comfort. It was surreal to be here again, knowing my life had shifted so drastically. The villa, once a symbol of my success and happy marriage, was now home to Lilith – the woman who had destroyed it all. The sprawling modern villa was a marvel. High ceilings, sleek marble floors and expansive glass windows that framed lush gardens and a shimmering pool. It had been my haven.

I whisper leaving a kiss on his lips. He captures my lips in mine carrying menuo bridal style, I giggle as he leads me into the bedroom, leaving trails of kisses on my naked body as we make love underneath the shining stars. The next morning we head to London and in a few hours we land and the car takes us to the Vila. My eyes open wide in shock as we drive down the Villa Road, the sides are filled with beautiful flowers and lined with statues “We have numerous Vilas like this around the world Bella, this is nothing,” he says, his facial expression unchanging

I said flatly and he arched his brows in a way that screamed he didn’t believe me. My eyes darted towards the villa in front of me and if I had thought the city looked good? The villa was worse. Or better… depending on how you looked at it. It sat on a quiet hill overlooking the city, all white stone and glass, with balconies that opened to the sea and gardens that looked like they were plucked from a painting. It was the kind of place people like me weren’t supposed to step into and I hated that I liked it. “You’ll be staying here,” Xavier said, walking ahead of me like he owned not just the house, but the entire country. Which, honestly, wouldn’t surprise me.

Best she plays the part, and it only makes it easier for Crystal to do her thing without any issues arising. Eventually, after a few of the twists and turns along the halls, which includes having to ask a few maids for directions. This is a literal maze, she pities Carmilla if she were to live here. Getting lost in this place is not unlikely, they should print out a map. Is this even a ‘villa’ based on Antony’s description? Heck, this is like a hacienda—no, a mansion even! How big is this place even? Five floors? A few hectares big? Heck, even a farm is put to shame, do they have a farm even? Maybe! Who knows? They have a garden and a mini zoo of furry animals, they have a freaking pool and

Ryan said simply, watching me from the corner of his eye as the SUV glided up the long drive. But my breath caught when the villa came into view—three stories of pale Persian stone, its windows glowing gold against the twilight. It looked less like a home and more like the kind of palace where Juliet might wave goodnight to her Romeo. “It’s… breathtaking,” I whispered. Ryan smirked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He stopped the car near an elaborate fountain, and before I could process more, my door swung open. “Lioness, come on.” His hand reached for mine, that unmistakable edge of command threaded with warmth. I hadn’t even heard whatever teasing remark he’d made before that—too busy sta