บททั้งหมดของ Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

North’s POVMy siblings were the same, loud, messy, alive in a way that grounded me. My mom stayed at the shop most of the time, hands always busy, mind always working, like slowing down would break something.Twenty-five million sat in my account.A number that still didn’t feel real.I gave her ten without thinking twice.She didn’t ask where it came from.She didn’t question it.She just held my face for a second longer than usual, eyes soft in a way that made my chest tighten.“We’ll fix things,” she said quietly.And for once…It felt possible.We started talking about moving.A better place. A safer one. Something that didn’t carry the weight of everything we lost.Everything seemed on track.Almost too perfect.That afternoon, I sat at a table in my mom’s restaurant, sunlight filtering through the glass, the quiet hum of a high-end lunch crowd surrounding me. The place had changed over the years, upgraded, polished, something closer to the life we used to have.My phone rested

North’s POV“What the fuck did I ever do to you?”Blood dripped from his mouth, sliding down his chin, but his eyes…His eyes burned.“You took him from me,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. “He was finally noticing me. For once, he looked at me like I mattered.”The words landed, heavy, unexpected.“And then you showed up,” he continued, bitterness spilling out now, years of it, festering. “Everything changed. Everything.”A hollow laugh ripped out of me, sharp and broken.“You think you ever had a chance?” I shot back, something cruel rising up to meet his hatred, something I didn’t bother to hold back anymore. “You think he ever looked at you like that?”His jaw tightened.Good.Let it hurt.“Lucien told me himself,” I continued, my voice dropping, colder now, more deliberate. “During a fight. He said I was better than Kang Ethan. Ethan thought he had something real with him.”Jeremy’s expression flickered.“He never compared me to you,” I pressed on, every word sharper than the l

North’s POVI cut in. “Every single person that thought they could mean something to you ended up discarded. So don’t stand there and act like I was supposed to be different.”Silence.Heavy.Then—“You are different.”The words came out quieter.Strained.I froze slightly.He was looking at me differently now, something raw slipping through the cracks of his control, something I had never seen this clearly before.“You’re special,” he said, his voice lower, almost rough. “Because I love you.”The world tilted.For a second, nothing made sense.Four months.Four months of contracts, rules, boundaries, control.And this…This was the first time he had ever said it.“I hate it,” he continued, the words coming faster now, like once they started, they couldn’t stop. “I hate what it does to me. I hate how it makes me feel, how it makes me look at you like you’re the only thing that matters when I’ve spent my entire life making sure nothing ever mattered that much.”I couldn’t move.Couldn’

North’s POVHe stood up, shedding his own clothes with an efficiency that was still so Lucien. He was beautiful, all hard lines and lean muscle, a monument to power and control. But his eyes… his eyes were soft, vulnerable.He led me to the couch, laying me down on my back. He covered me with his body, his weight a comforting, grounding pressure. He kissed me again, a deep, slow kiss that tasted of me and him and something new, something fragile and hopeful. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, watching for any sign of pain, any hint of hesitation. There was none. I opened for him, welcoming him in, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.He moved inside me with a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust a declaration, each retreat a promise to return. There was no punishment, no anger, no jealousy. There was only a deep, abiding need to connect, to merge, to become one. It was the gayest love-making I had ever imagined, a slow, tender dance between two men who wer

North’s POVSilence stretched.Thick.Uncomfortable.And then Lucien spoke.“Hello,” he said, his voice calm, composed, like he hadn’t just turned my entire life upside down in one move. “I am Lucien Crowe… North’s boyfriend.”The words hit like a bomb.My stomach dropped so fast it made me dizzy.Mom’s eyes widened slightly.Parpai’s head snapped toward me.Winter’s brows lifted, slow, deliberate.East let out a disbelieving laugh. “Boyfriend?”I couldn’t breathe.Because this wasn’t just an introduction.This was a statement.A claim.And judging by the way Lucien stood there, completely at ease, completely certain…He wasn’t asking for permission.My head was burning.There was no other way to describe it, because everything about this felt unreal, like I had stepped into a version of my life where I had no control over what happened next, and standing in the middle of it was Lucien Crowe, calm, composed, and completely unbothered by the chaos he had just dropped into my home.Mom