All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

North’s POVThe door shut behind them.The second the lock clicked, something inside me snapped, and before I could even think about it my fist collided with Lucien Crowe’s chest, the impact solid against his suit, my knuckles stinging from the force I didn’t hold back.“What was that?” I demanded, my voice sharp, breath uneven, everything that had been building finally spilling over.He barely moved.The hit didn’t faze him, didn’t even shift his expression beyond the faintest flicker in his eyes, like he had expected it, like he thought he deserved it.“You weren’t taking my calls,” he said calmly, as if that explained everything. “I got… insecure.”I stared at him.“Insecure?” I repeated, disbelief creeping into my tone. “So your solution was to show up at my house and tell my entire family you’re my boyfriend?”“You said you loved me.”The words landed heavier than they should have.Exhaustion hit me all at once, deep and suffocating, because this back and forth, this constant twi

North’s POV Lucien noticed. Of course he did. “You’ve never been on one,” Lucien Crowe said, his voice quieter now, less commanding, more… aware. “No,” I admitted, my eyes flicking between the helicopter and the drop beyond the rooftop. “And I’m starting to think there’s a reason for that.” A faint smile touched his lips. “You’ll be fine.” “That’s easy for you to say.” He stepped closer then, not forcing, not pushing, just close enough for his presence to feel grounding instead of overwhelming this time. “Come,” he said, softer. And somehow… I did. Inside, everything was quieter than I expected, the leather seats smooth beneath my fingers, the space intimate despite the machine’s power. The pilot greeted Lucien briefly, like this was routine, like people like him did this every day. The blades started spinning. The sound built. My heart picked up with it. Then we lifted. Slowly at first. Then all at once. The ground dropped away, the city shrinking beneath us, buil

North’s POVJust like that.I stood there, staring at the confirmation, my heart racing, my mind struggling to process the scale of it.“I don’t think I can handle this,” I admitted quietly.Jules grabbed my arm. “You'd better handle it because I’m moving in too.”I laughed weakly, but something inside me still felt uneasy.Because this…This was too perfect.Too easy.Lucien had already handled the legal side, signed documents ensuring he would cover taxes, maintenance, everything, even in the event of a fallout between us.That part unsettled me the most.Because it felt like he was preparing for an ending…Before we even truly began.By the time I got back to the penthouse, exhaustion hit me fully, my body heavy, my mind overloaded with everything that had happened.All I wanted was to call him.To tell him everything.To hear his voice.To feel grounded again.I picked up my phone.And then—A message came in.From Kang Ethan.My stomach dropped instantly.I opened it slowly.Luci

North’s POVThe image refused to leave my mind.Every time I blinked, it replayed with brutal clarity, sharp and unforgiving, like something determined to carve itself into my memory until there was no space left for doubt or denial. Control had always been my illusion, something I clung to in order to survive everything life kept throwing at me, and I truly believed I was navigating this arrangement carefully, taking what I needed while guarding the parts of myself that still mattered.Reality shattered that belief without mercy.Every calculated step I thought I had taken now felt meaningless, every decision I made suddenly looked like part of a larger design I had completely failed to see. Manipulation wrapped itself around everything, subtle yet suffocating, and the realization that I had been outplayed so thoroughly left a bitter taste in my mouth that I couldn’t wash away.My father’s face surfaced in my thoughts again, worn down by accusations that never should have touched hi

North’s POVLucien Crowe didn’t step back.He moved closer.Hands came to my shoulders, gripping tighter than necessary, shaking me slightly as if forcing me to feel every word he was about to say, his expression no longer composed, no longer controlled, something raw and desperate breaking through.“I love you,” he said, his voice strained, intense, like repeating it enough times would make everything else disappear. “Do you understand that? I love you.”The words hit again and again, like he thought saying them would erase everything I had just learned, like love alone could rewrite the truth.Anger surged.“Stop saying that like it fixes anything,” I snapped, pushing against him, but his grip only tightened. “You think that changes what you did? You think that makes it okay?”“I did it for you,” he insisted, shaking his head, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to make me see something I refused to accept. “Everything I did, I did it to keep you with me.”“That’s not love,”