Read Novel Full Chapter 745: Liberation Hotel & Restaurants
Chapter 745: Liberation Hotel & Restaurants
"After we closed on Élévation," she began, voice steady, "we uncovered five more restaurants. Larger targets. Each valued between ten and twenty million. All two-story buildings with serious expansion potential."
She swiped. Professional photos materialized: sleek dining rooms, some still operating, others shuttered but structurally sound.
"Two sit in absurdly prime LA real estate—locations that almost never hit the market—twenty million apiece. The remaining three range from ten to twelve. Slightly less central, but still high-traffic gold mines with demographics that make investors drool."
She met my eyes. "We bought them."
I absorbed that, eyebrows rising. "All five?"
"Every last one. Paperwork signed yesterday. Funds pending your final transfer approval, but legally they’re already ours."
Pride slammed into me, hot and fierce.
This had been Vivienne’s pitch from the start—her idea, born in late-night conversations where she’d laid out the vision with that quiet intensity I’d come to crave. She’d presented it to Madison and me long before we ever touched Élévation, the high-end French restaurant Amanda had originally flagged as a perfect entry point.
Amanda had been ready to pull the trigger, but then the Charlotte situation exploded, dragging her full-time into the savage corporate chess game of Quantum Tech’s expansion and defense.
They’d still closed on Élévation for Liberation Holdings. Amanda had signed the final papers, then promptly vanished into strategy sessions and hostile takeover countermeasures alongside Charlotte.
Madison had stepped in to fill the gap—not to usurp Amanda’s throne, never that—just to keep the momentum alive while Amanda waged war on bigger battlefields.
But Vivienne had taken command.
This was her project. Her empire. Her way of carving out something permanent in Liberation Holdings that went beyond the warmth of my bed or the marks I left on her skin. She wasn’t content to be another exquisite jewel in the collection; she wanted to forge the crown itself.
And her hunger had ignited the rest.
Amanda had been ready to pull the trigger, but then the Charlotte situation exploded, dragging her full-time into the savage corporate chess game of Quantum Tech’s expansion and defense.
They’d still closed on Élévation for Liberation Holdings. Amanda had signed the final papers, then promptly vanished into strategy sessions and hostile takeover countermeasures alongside Charlotte.
Madison had stepped in to fill the gap—not to usurp Amanda’s throne, never that—just to keep the momentum alive while Amanda waged war on bigger battlefields.
But Vivienne had taken command.
This was her project. Her empire. Her way of carving out something permanent in Liberation Holdings that went beyond the warmth of my bed or the marks I left on her skin. She wasn’t content to be another exquisite jewel in the collection; she wanted to forge the crown itself.
And her hunger had ignited the rest.
Celeste was pouring obsessive hours into her art gallery, turning it from passion project into a cultural force.
Sophia hunted investments with the cold precision of a sniper. Even the women without formal ventures yet—Isabella, Luna, Reyna—were devouring knowledge through the Eyelens at terrifying speed, stacking skills like ammunition for wars they hadn’t declared yet.
Vivienne had lit the fuse. Proved to every woman in our family that they could be more than beautiful ornaments in a powerful man’s harem. They could be partners. Builders. Creators of legacies that would outlast all of us.
"Show me," I said, voice low.
She swiped through the holographic display. Purchase agreements unfolded in crisp light, followed by property assessments, then detailed financial projections that gleamed with promise.
ARIA’s voice ghosted through my earpiece, intimate and precise. "I’ve already reviewed everything, Master. Background checks complete on all properties. No legal issues, no hidden liens, no structural problems that would prevent renovation. They’re clean. Good investments."
I nodded, eyes still scanning the documents.
Not because I doubted ARIA’s perfection or Vivienne’s thoroughness. I trusted both implicitly.
I read because I wanted to feel it—what they’d built while I’d been distracted by other conquests, what they were planning next, how this threaded into the larger empire we were weaving together.
The numbers were rock-solid. Locations exceptional. Upside so obvious it almost felt unfair.
I looked up at Vivienne. "This is brilliant."
Her smile broke slow and genuine—that rare, unguarded expression of someone who’d poured blood and sleepless nights into something and finally heard it acknowledged.
"Thank you," she said softly. "But there’s more."
New schematics replaced the contracts: current two-story layouts dissolving into ambitious vertical towers.
"Each restaurant is currently two stories. Profitable, but criminally underutilized airspace. My plan: rebuild them all. Minimum ten stories each.
"Ground and second floors remain dedicated restaurant space—reconfigured for higher capacity, elevated design. Third floor becomes exclusive private dining and VIP experiences. Fourth through eighth convert to luxury apartments or boutique hotel suites. Ninth: rooftop bar and lounge with views that will bankrupt lesser men with envy. Tenth: penthouse event space—weddings, corporate retreats, the kind of bookings that generate obscene revenue while screaming prestige."
She let the final render hover between us: sleek towers rising where modest restaurants once stood, Liberation branding elegant but unmistakable.
"Transform every property from a single restaurant into a complete vertical hospitality empire. Restaurant, hotel, exclusive events—all integrated. Maximize the real estate value while planting our flag deeper across multiple sectors."
I stared at the plans, pulse thrumming with something darker than simple approval.
It was ruthless. Visionary. Fucking genius.
And it was hers.
I reached out, cupped Vivienne’s jaw, thumb tracing the sharp line of her cheekbone.
"You beautiful, dangerous woman," I murmured, voice rough with pride and want.
A/N:If you guys remember it was at Élévation where the Torres-Carter family meeting happened.
"Madison helped," Vivienne added, nodding toward the shimmering holograms. "The architectural designs, the structural engineering, the real estate optimization—that’s her work. She’s been devouring architecture and development through the Eyelens at terrifying speed. ARIA’s been riding her harder than a drill sergeant with a grudge."
Madison’s cheeks warmed, pride and faint embarrassment warring on her face.
"I wanted to give something more than my last name and my family’s old-money Rolodex. I wanted to build something with my own hands—even if those hands were mostly tracing holograms at three in the morning."
I leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time, letting her taste exactly how much her ambition turned me on.
"You’re incredible," I murmured against her lips.