THE BILLIONAIRE'S NUN
At the top floor, past a secured entryway fitted with fingerprint recognition, lay his sanctuary.
Jeremi’s bedroom was more than just a place of sleep . it was his citadel. Vast and imposing, the walls were clad in deep oak panels with subtle gilded accents.
A long glass window stretched from one end to the other, offering a panoramic view of the city lights, though he rarely opened the thick velvet drapes. A king-sized bed with dark navy sheets rested at the center like a throne, surrounded by minimal yet exquisite furniture. His late mother’s portrait hung above the marble fireplace stern, watchful, elegant. No one entered this room except Abrams Eliot his head of security, a man who had b
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