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He stopped in front of Room 402, staring at the polished brass numbers for a long, agonizing second before lifting his hand and pushing the heavy wood door open. He expected a standard, cramped student room. What he walked into made him freeze in the entryway. It was still a campus dorm room, but it was easily twice the size of a regular layout. High, arched ceilings gave the space an airy, expansive atmosphere, while floor to ceiling windows let in the amber glow of the late afternoon sun. Polished hardwood floors replaced the standard industrial carpet, and the room was furnished with custom dark oak desks, two wide beds positioned on opposite sides of the room, and a private adjoining bat

I swiped my card against the scanner of room number nine. The heavy mahogany door clicked open. I stepped inside, expecting a cramped, standard room with a twin bed and a tiny window. Instead, I stood frozen in the entryway. The room was massive—a sprawling, multi-room VIP penthouse suite. The floors were made of polished dark marble, covered by plush, expensive rugs. A massive king-sized bed sat in the center of the room, draped in heavy, dark silk sheets. A bottle of expensive champagne sat in a silver ice bucket on the console, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the entire city skyline.

He wasn't the kind of man who worried about people crossing into his boundaries, no body dared mess with him The very second the door opened, I paused. His room was entirely, one hundred and one percent him. The walls were painted a deep charcoal grey, very close to black, making the spacious room appear intense. At the far side of the room was an extended balcony, that was made accessible through floor-to-ceiling glass doors. It gave a sweeping view of the city skyline “Wow” My breath stuttered, Everything was so immaculate. Elion's king-sized bed was perfectly made, covered in black and slate-grey sheets, not even the tiniest winkle in sight

She whispered, this is the Star Room, the most exclusive private space in the restaurant. Even my dad couldn't secure it. Last time, Bianca blinked in disbelief. Are you sure? Helen nodded fervently. Only people with a net worth of at least $10 billion can book this room. Your husband. He's full of surprises. Helen playfully pinched Bianca's waist. You know, for all your complaints about him. He's not so bad after what happened yesterday. I expected him to freeze you out completely. But here he is, letting bygones be bygones.

When the elevator doors finally opened, they walked down the quiet hallway until they reached Room 1208. The door clicked open. The room was spacious, elegant, and warm. A king-sized bed occupied the center of the room. A large sofa rested near the window overlooking the city's glowing skyline. Beside the television sat a polished wooden cabinet with a small minibar and a compact refrigerator tucked beneath it. Mathew set his suitcase down. "The meeting is tomorrow." His voice was calm and professional. "So you can rest tonight." Silius simply nodded. There wasn't much else to say.

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

she warned. I looked around. The small dorm was packed with delivery boxes, and three girls stood in front of me, glaring at me angrily. One of them was someone etched into my memory forever. She was Sia Lowe, my roommate, the girl who had pushed me off the building and tried to steal my life! Sia was known on campus as the rich and beautiful girl, but only I knew the truth. Her family was average, and she was living from paycheck to paycheck. Sia would splurge online every year during online promotion day to keep up her image. She would order so many packages that they nearly filled half the dorm room.

DANTE As soon as I pushed through the revolving door at Echelon House, the sleek glass panels spun around me. My eyes darted to the biometric scanner embedded above the doorway. Seconds later, the scanner blinked green, confirming my identity, and a robotic female voice chimed through hidden speakers. “Welcome to Echelon House, the pinnacle of discreet luxury and elite connections.” My jaw tightened at the stiff tone. I hated it. Stepping into the vast lobby, the smell of oud wrapped around me.The marble floor glimmered beneath my polished shoes, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above.

The room buzzed with hushed admiration. She moved past the crowd, her assistant Ava keeping close. “I swear, you don’t even blink anymore when they shout your name,” Ava said as they reached the inner lobby. “I don’t need to blink at noise,” Elara replied, her voice calm but edged. Ava chuckled under her breath. “Savage. Love it.” They passed through the glass doors of the private lounge, exclusive to nominees and elite investors. Only the best. Only the chosen. “Elara.” A soft voice greeted her from the far corner.

A tiny window near the ceiling provided a trace of natural light, but the room remained gloomy and damp. In the center of the room was a small table cluttered with empty cups. A faint smell of cheap detergent mixed with mildew lingered in the air, further emphasizing the stark contrast between this space and the luxury of the main house. As Elise stepped into the room, she froze in the doorway. The cold stares of Greta, Marla, and Celia pierced through her. The three of them sat in a tight circle on one of the lower bunks, as if holding a secret meeting.