The Ultimate Billionaire Check-in System
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Chapter 7: The Hudson Lake Villa
Ethan Caldwell pulled the Koenigsegg up to the private gates of The Sovereign Villas at Hudson Lake.
The moment the property management confirmed he was the new owner of Villa No. 6, they rolled out the red carpet. A stunning woman in a tailored black suit — Elena Voss, one of their top concierges — was personally assigned to give him the tour.
“Villa No. 6 ranks in the top three for size in the entire community,” Elena said, flashing a bright, professional smile that was clearly dialed up for the new young billionaire standing in front of her. “It sits on roughly 1,500 square meters of prime lakeside land.”
She led him inside.
The moment the double doors opened, Ethan actually paused. The entry hall soared eight meters high, all glass and marble, making the space feel more like a modern cathedral than a house.
“Three full floors,” Elena continued smoothly. “Private infinity pool, climate-controlled wine cellar, fully equipped gym and spa, private KTV room — everything you’d expect from the absolute top tier.”
She guided him through the living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking, unobstructed view of Hudson Lake, sunlight pouring in from every angle.
“Both sofas are custom Fendi,” she said, running a hand along the buttery leather. “Most of the other furniture is Giorgetti — a 200-year-old Italian house famous for blending warm woods, brushed metal, natural stone, and supple leather. Timeless luxury.”
In the master bathroom she pointed out the showpiece: a sleek, muted-white freestanding bathtub. “All fixtures are Duravit — basically the Rolls-Royce of bathrooms. You won’t find anything more comfortable or exclusive.”
Ethan nodded, impressed. He’d heard the name Duravit before. Price tags on their pieces were legendary.
After the indoor tour, Elena took him out back. The first thing that hit him was the massive infinity pool that seemed to melt straight into Hudson Lake. The landscaping was pure art — a master-designed garden with a dramatic Taihu-style rockery, a century-old wisteria vine that had cost a fortune to transplant, and rare flowers blooming everywhere.
Elena finished the tour with obvious reluctance. “If you need anything at all, Mr. Caldwell — day or night — just call me directly.” She handed him her card, then left him alone in his new palace.
Ethan dropped onto the oversized Fendi sofa, staring out at the lake.
This, he thought, is how the other half lives.
The next morning the weather was perfect. Ethan stepped outside and strolled down to the lakeside path.
A beautiful woman in high-end sportswear jogged toward him — early thirties, sharp features, easily a 9/10, radiating quiet confidence and success. She slowed when she saw him, clearly caught off guard by how good-looking he was.
“New neighbor?” she asked, stopping with a small smile. “I’m the owner of Villa No. 5. Welcome to the community.”
They exchanged a few polite words. She wasn’t some twenty-something who would melt on the spot, but even she couldn’t help stealing one last glance over her shoulder as she continued her run. Damn ... he really is that handsome.
“I need new clothes,” Ethan muttered to himself later that morning. Season change meant his closet was suddenly lacking.
A few names flashed through his mind. Bella Harrington? No — too soon after rejecting her. Ava? She’d turn it into a three-hour date.
Natalie Brooks.
The image of his stunning executive assistant popped into his head instantly. Her taste was flawless and matched his aesthetic perfectly.
Ten minutes later Natalie arrived at the villa, slightly out of breath from rushing over after Ethan’s “urgent” call.
“Mr. Caldwell, what do you need?” she asked, all business.
“I hate shopping alone. Come with me.”
He opened the Koenigsegg’s scissor door for her. Natalie hesitated for half a second — equal parts flattered and exasperated by her ridiculously handsome, ridiculously rich, and slightly unpredictable boss — then slid inside.
They headed to The Shops at Hudson Yards, Manhattan’s premier luxury destination. Hermès, Louis Vuitton, and every other top-tier brand lined the glittering halls.
Inside the massive Louis Vuitton boutique, Natalie’s impeccable taste took over. She quickly curated several outfits that looked like they were made for Ethan. While he browsed, she took his black card to checkout.
“Hey ... isn’t that Ethan Caldwell?”
A familiar, annoying voice cut through the store.
Ethan turned. Standing there with a smug little smirk was Brooke Delaney — the nightmare blind date his Aunt Linda from back home in New Jersey had set him up with months ago.