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As his gaze drifted out the car window. Before he knew it the had entered a large estate. That was halfway up the Mountain. It overlooked the entire city. The house (if you could even called it that) was huge. That was the only way to discribe it. It was a Mansion with 4 pillars at the front. There was already a car parked at the entrance of the Mansion. A woman was leaning against the front as if she was waiting for someone.

Gary shouted at me. I nodded in response as I walked out of the car myself. The mansion was a two-story building painted white. The top floor was all glass, while the ground floor was painted white. At the center of both feet was the name "Kings." "Where is this place?" I asked Gary.

They kept driving and driving, it felt like forever to reach the mansion itself. The mansion was four stories high. The entrance door gleamed gold, the metal was so polished that one could see one's reflection. Joan almost forgot to breathe when the door slid open after Mira pressed a code on a black panel. She'd never seen a house like this in her life. “Your stepmother,” Mira whispered to Joan at the sight of an elegant woman, probably in her mid-sixties. Natalie turned in their direction. A smile spread on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Dick asked. Black and white coloured God fly. This God of Wind has feathers also. Then they went to the mansion. The mansion was all white. A white small castle or mansion it is. Note: It's not a castle. But to call it mansion is more suitable. "A white mansion it is," Butt called as the three of them entered. The door was 8-10 ft tall. A door that is so high for a normal animal could fit. When both entered, a glass-like mirror was painted all over the mansion.

I replied. We had crossed the garden that separated the four wings of the mansion and were now approaching the wing that belonged to Marcus. “Which village will the townhouse be located in?” asked Maureen. Was she usually this pesky? “Safe to say, the best village in all of Mistwood Creek,” I replied and increased my pace. We arrived inside the banquet hall and made our way up the stairs. I peered down the hallway leading into Marcus’s chambers and it was silent. Eager to know why, I sauntered down the hallway in silent steps, with Maureen following closely behind me.

I heard Wes mutter. "Let's go inside," I said. Before anyone could protest, I pushed the door open. We stepped inside the mansion. The interior looked just as good as the exterior, even better. The place had high ceilings with crystal chandeliers. The marble floors gleamed in the golden chandelier lights. The place looked like a palace. There were luxury furniture all around. Flower vases adorned the corners, along with more golden statues. What caught my eye was the sight of portraits lined on the wall. The portraits were of a young woman who I recognized immediately. It was Emma.

It looked like a scene straight out of period Hollywood movie. “How many rooms do you think this mansion has?” I whispered to Axton, once I was able to pick my jaw from the floor. “You want me to count the windows?” Axton asked incredulously. “That freaking mansion is huge.” “Guess I did get saved by a billionaire after all…” I muttered under my breath. Too bad it was a woman. But before I could ask Axton what we would do if they asked for identification…the gates made a creaking sound and started to open wide.

The grand gates swung open majestically as we arrived, adorned with the elegant inscription of “MoonStone.” This mansion, I pondered, was a vast expanse of luxury. Even as we crossed the threshold, the mansion itself remained elusive, its magnificence shrouded by the expanse of the estate. I peered through the window, gazing at the vast garden adorned with a sea of pristine white roses—their emblem. “Here we are,” Frank announced, his voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

NIGHT IN THE MANSION: In a rich mansion home, there was only one room that still had an opened light switched on. A man's eyes were widely open peeping in a slightly open bedroom door on the main floor of the mansion. The woman inside the bedroom had started to unbutton her dark blue shirt, she wasn't aware that her bedroom door was not closed and locked behind her when she went inside her room hurrying.

Jasmine was sure the woman was going to make a killing off of the commission if finn purchased one of the homes, as their price tag was in the millions. The forth house they went to had a similar gated drive and was just as big as the others but seemed a bit different to her. It didn’t seem as cold, like the people who lived there, were perhaps more real. It was a colonial style that had a huge three story entranceway that was done in white rock. The door was big enough to drive a truck through, she thought, as they entered.