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All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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North’s POVHer eyes widened. "Who? Is it Parpai? I always knew!"I didn't correct her. Letting her think it was our tomboyish sister took the heat off someone else and made her feel less alone. "Just know you're not the only one," I said vaguely.She relaxed a little, a small sigh of relief escaping her. "Her name is Elara," she confessed. "And... she's really rich. She's not allowed a lot of spending money, but she helps me. In ways I never told you guys."I scolded her gently. "Winter, you never, ever have to hide things like that. If you need help, you come to us. To me. Always. No matter what."She nodded, and I pulled her into a hug. We held each other for a long moment before she wiped her eyes, and we went back to the party. The mood was lighter now. Dad was laughing at something East had said. I cleared my throat. "Hey, everyone, I have to go. My... boss threw me a party, so I can't stay long.""A party?" East grinned. "Fancy. I'm coming with you."I didn't think too much of

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North’s POVEast showed up about an hour later with a small crew of his artsy friends, their brightly colored hair and paint-stained jeans a stark contrast to the sleek, monochrome crowd. They fit in perfectly, adding a layer of chaotic fun to the sterile elegance of the party.I was in the middle of a conversation with Leo about a new exhibit downtown when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I excused myself and pulled it out. It was a message from Sean. My heart gave a little lurch. He was the one I'd abandoned, the talking stage that had fizzled out before Lucien had become my whole world. Happy birthday, North. Hope it’s a good one. My flight just landed, but this message was just sent. My present for you is with me. I really want to give it to you in person. You didn't break our promise, so I'm holding you to ours. We talk once a week if we're both still single. When are you free?I read the message, a small, conflicted smile touching my lips. It was sweet. It was a connection to a si

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North’s POVIt was Jeremy, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. "The boss is demanding his audience," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "Now."My blood ran cold. I turned to Sean, forcing a smile that felt like cracking glass. "I'm so sorry. I... I have to go."Sean looked from me to Jeremy, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Go? Why? Who is your boss? Can't he just wait, especially tonight? It's your birthday.""It's complicated," I said, my voice shaking. I noticed I was calling him "Sean" again, not "Pookie," the stupid, affectionate nickname I usually used. It was a subconscious wall I was throwing up between us.But Sean wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently cupped my cheek, his touch warm and real. "It's okay, Pookie," he said softly, using the name that made my chest ache. "Just text me when you can." He leaned in and kissed my cheek, a sweet, innocent gesture that felt like a gunshot in the suffocating silence.Jeremy's smile widened. He was practically glowing wit

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North’s POVblew out the flame and then lay my head back down, closing my eyes, wanting to sink back into the oblivion of sleep."North," he said a moment later, gently shaking my shoulder. "Wake up."I groaned, opening my eyes again. "What?""Do it again," he said, relighting the candle with a flick of a lighter. "Make a proper wish this time. Don't just blow it out like a chore."A proper wish. What could I possibly wish for? Freedom? A life without him? I looked at the flame, then back at his expectant face. I took a breath and blew it out again, my expression a blank mask. "There."He nodded, as if that was better. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I lost my mind earlier. I... I get jealous. It's ugly, I know. Forgive me."Before I could even process the apology, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick envelope. "I have a gift for you." He handed it to me. Inside were two documents. The first was a bond, a significant sum of money, redeemable only

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NORTH’S POV. This wasn't about tenderness. It was about claiming, about marking territory.He knelt over me, his eyes burning with an intensity that was both terrifying and thrilling. He didn't waste time. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my trousers and boxers, yanking them down in one fluid motion. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered, but not from cold. He pushed my legs up, exposing me completely, his grip firm on the backs of my thighs.And then he lowered his head.The first touch of his tongue was a shock. It was a flat, broad stroke against my hole, wet and impossibly warm. A guttural moan escaped my lips, my back arching off the floor. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't exploring. He was devouring.He ate me out with a ferocity that stole my breath, his tongue circling and probing, his lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. He was marking me from the inside out, and every nerve ending in my body was on fire.My hands flew to his hair, my fingers tangling in

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North’s POVThe silence was a blessing, allowing me to focus with an intensity I hadn't been able to muster in months. I took breaks to call my mom, her voice a warm anchor in the cold, luxurious sea of my life. "I'm so proud of you, mi amor," she'd say, her voice thick with emotion. "Your father would be too. We're all wishing you well. Just do your best."After that call, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. This wasn't just for me. It was for them.The day of the exam, I walked into the hall with a calm confidence. I was a North Crowe in name only, but in this room, I was just North, the law student. And I was outstanding. The questions were challenging, but I was prepared. I wrote until my hand ached, my arguments clear, my citations precise. When I walked out of the exam hall, I felt a profound sense of relief, a weight lifting from my shoulders.I didn't even have a moment to breathe before a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The driver nodded at me and opened the door. "Mr.

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North’s POVI don’t know what he wanted from me. I don’t know what he was asking me that. I could give a fuck if he fucked more people. The thought of him with someone else didn’t spark a flicker of jealousy; it just felt like a logistical problem, a complication in the neat, transactional box I was trying to keep our relationship in. So when he looked at me across the low table in the Kyoto teahouse, his eyes searching for something I couldn't name, I just felt tired."Do whatever you feel, Lucien," I said, my voice flat. "Add more law boys to your collection if you want. I don't care." I took a sip of the bitter matcha, the earthy taste grounding me. "I'm close to graduating anyway. I'm probably not even your type anymore."The shift in his expression was immediate and chilling. The softness in his eyes hardened into ice. "An ingrate," he spat, the word sharp enough to cut. "That's what you are. You don't even like me at all. This has never been about anything but my money." He lean

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North’s POVThe silence followed us back to New York, a heavy, unwanted passenger on the private jet and then in the sleek black town car that took us back to the penthouse. Lucien’s cold shoulder was a physical presence in the sprawling apartment. He moved around me like I was a piece of furniture, his interactions reduced to clipped, functional commands. "The chef has prepared your meal." "Your schedule for tomorrow has been cleared." It was as if I had been demoted from a complicated, emotional puzzle to a simple, managed asset. His anger was a punishment, but it was also a cage, and I was starting to feel the bars.Then came my off day. It was supposed to be mine, a single, sacred 24 hours where the contract was suspended and I was just North. I left the penthouse early that morning without a word to him, slipping out while he was in a conference call. I needed this day to be about me, about my family, about my own sanity. I didn't want it tainted by his mood.I should have known

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North’s POV"You cannot be here right now, Sean. What are you thinking?" I grabbed his arm, my grip frantic, and pulled him over the threshold. I slammed the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet entryway. My eyes darted to the street, scanning the parked cars, the windows of the neighboring houses. I just knew Lucien had someone watching me, eyes in every shadow, and this, this is what had to happen."I needed to see you," Sean insisted, his voice soft and pleading. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug before I could properly fight it. He was so clingy, his warmth a suffocating blanket of a past life I couldn't afford anymore. "Get off," I muttered, pushing against his chest.He pouted like a scolded child when I shoved him away, but the look was quickly replaced by that same brilliant, unbothered smile. "I'm going to miss you," he said, as if this were a simple summer romance ending, not a complete derailment of my life."I get that, but Sean, can

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North’s POV"It's not what you think," I started, the words tumbling out before I even reached the massive expanse of his mahogany desk. The cityscape behind him blurred through my unshed tears.He didn't turn. I've played these games before. I knew what this meant. The silence was a weapon, and he was wielding it with expert precision."Is five million enough?" he asked, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion."Lucien...""Answer me. Or should I give you more? Fine, I will give you more." He took his phone out, his fingers flying across the screen. A moment later, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out with a trembling hand. A new deposit. Twenty million dollars.He made me a freaking millionaire after paying me twenty grand a week, all because he was jealous. A sick, twisted part of me wished I had made him jealous more often. And for the longest time, the bank hadn't questioned the insane amounts flowing into my account because it was coming directly from his. A king could do

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