Novel & Cerita The S Class That I Raised

Sakit yang ia rasakan makin menjadi setelah sadar sosok itu kini berada di sini. 'Ingat ... money can buy style, but they can't buy class. Jangan kamu pikir dengan jadi istri anak saya, kelas kamu bakal naik, ya! Kamu tetap kelas bawah dan sampai kapanpun, kamu tidak akan bisa selevel dengan keluarga saya. Mengerti?' "Ya Tuhan ... kenapa malah jadi serumit ini?"

Kakek Zimmer menyipitkan matanya sambil menatap Simon, tatapannya tertuju pada kunci mobil Simon di depannya dari waktu ke waktu. Mobil terbaik di seluruh keluarga Zimmer hanyalah Mercedes-Benz S-Class, masih bermil-mil jauhnya dibandingkan dengan Bentley. Simon sedang bermain dengan kunci mobilnya sambil tersenyum. "Ayah, aku kembali hari ini karena akhirnya aku menyadari beberapa kesuksesan yang dapat aku tunjukkan kepadamu setelah bekerja keras di Buckwood selama bertahun-tahun!" “Aku tidak hanya bermalas-malasan dan tidak melakukan apa-apa sekarang, aku memiliki proyek yang bagus bersama dengan sekumpulan sumber daya yang sangat bagus di tanganku!”

ujar Trevor apa adanya. Lalu, tiba-tiba saja Logan menyeletuk, “S-Class Mercedes? Wow!” Tatapannya berbinar seketika itu juga dan Trevor langsung menyadari bahwa salah satu mobil impian si lemah letih lesu ini adalah Mercedes Benz S-Class Sedan. Ini perkembangan yang tak terduga tapi menarik. Awalnya Trevor hanya menjaga wibawanya agar tidak terlihat seperti driver bagi mereka yang tampak seperti keluarga utuh.

I opened my mouth to answer, but she held up a finger. "Hear me out." "I know SUVs are usually family cars, and they might not be as profitable..." "But imagine this." She shifted excitedly to face me. "Take you, for example." "You've driven luxury sports cars your whole life." "Not my whole life," I corrected. She narrowed her eyes. "Can I continue?" I raised both hands. "Go ahead." "You've driven luxury sports cars for most of your life." "Then one day..." "You suddenly have children."

"You're not upset? You can't even touch his phone normally, can you?" "Why would I be upset?" I rested a hand lightly on my belly, my voice even. "A person who proves their worth by stealing from others isn't worth my anger." Clara's expression hardened instantly. "Who are you calling a thief?" "Whoever got defensive just now." Her fingers clenched around the phone, knuckles turning white. Looking at her — rattled, exposed — I suddenly remembered the suffocating pain I'd felt when I first learned about Adrian's affair. But that pain had passed. All that remained was cold clarity.

Gina's POV As I sat in the passenger seat of my sleek Lamborghini truck, watching Mrs. Clara drive through the city streets, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Today was about making things right, but it was also about reclaiming my authority. No more bending to blackmail, no more losing control. Mrs. Clara had been quiet for most of the drive, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. I could tell she was anxious about stepping back into Saxton Luxury Homes, but she had nothing to fear. Lily's reign of incompetence and cruelty was over.

“I wish I could do more. But remember, he doesn’t own your happiness and can’t control what’s in your heart. He’s not worth your tears or your peace.” “You’re right,” I mumbled, my anger slowly starting to dissolve. “He doesn’t deserve any of it.” For a moment, I felt calmer just hearing Alex's voice. But Byron wasn’t through with his games. The next evening, I arrived home from the fashion house, happy as a lark, only to stop at the sight waiting in our driveway. A jet-black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat there, polished to perfection. It gleamed under the lights, the body so smooth it reflected like a mirror. Pink ribbons were tied around the car, and the wheels, with their silver alloy, shone

Emily stared at the remains of her Rolls Royce, her hands trembling with barely contained rage. The luxury car she'd bragged about just hours ago was now nothing more than twisted metal and shattered glass. But one look at Thomas's cold expression made her swallow her anger. She'd seen that look before - it was the same one her father wore when dealing with enemies who needed to be eliminated. She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, her perfect makeup cracking at the edges.

I've missed a lot of classes and I need to find atleast one person to grace me with the notes. "Iris, you can't forever ignore our calls" I hear my dad's voice from downstairs. I grab my bag that is now on my bed and went downstairs with a deep frown on my face. "Oh, watch me do that" I said giving him a hard glare and picking up my car keys from the kitchen counter. This house sure is a big one for a single person. But what can I do, Nonno bought it for me. And you know what, I didn't know that till the lawyer told me after nonno died. Well, it was a shock for me. And he even bought me a car. He bought me a fucking Bugatti Chiron and damn it's personalized. I picked an apple and then grabbe

I guess I never paid that much attention before, then again I'd never been in such a rush to get home before. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled up to the gates and put my thumb to the scanner to let me in. It may not be up to Tony Stark's standard but it's not bad. Once opened, I drove my black Mercedes-benz S-class into the six car garage and hooked it up to the electrical charge point.