Novel & Cerita Sir Pentious Wallpaper

of Orlander and his friends. One of the most expensive penthouse was made ready for them. The management made sure to satisfy its guest because not only is he the prince of Orlander but also his family owns huge amount of shares in the chains of hotels that exists under the name grandeur. Immediately they got to the hotel, they were welcomed with respect. They were led to their five bedroom penthouse at the top floor. Immediately they entered their penthouse, they were shocked by the decorations that was already prepared for them. The place was decorated with red balloons that spelt ‘WELCOME’ . There was Champagne and different foods like croissants, jam on buerre, macarons, cheese, steak

They immediately opened the door for our captor as their red eyes followed our every move behind him. I swallowed hard but steeled myself as he guided us inside the penthouse. Just inside was a small foyer with a huge painting that looked eerily similar to the “Fall of the Damned” by Peter Rubens. I gawked at it slightly, earning me a small chuckle from our captor. “There is no way my Predestined is an art lover as much as I?” he said, almost like he didn’t think it was true. “Is this real?” There is no way you own a Peter Rubens!” I said, my mouth still gaping at the huge canvas before me.

“It’s urgent. It's about the building.” “I'll come too,” The man gave me a look of disgust which he quickly masked when Isaiah glared at him. We followed him to a corridor and my heart dropped to my stomach as I saw the wallpaper was peeling off. Under it wasn't the marbled walls I had ordered but cheap plaster and it was crumbling. “What…what is this?” I whispered, stepping forward. “We should be asking you,” Another director said and I looked up to see pretty much the entire board surrounding me.

Collins ordered, stepping closer. Susan let the bag fall to the ground with a heavy thud. “What's the meaning of this,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. Justin motioned for Collins to check it. Collins knelt, unzipping the bag and rifling through its contents. His hands froze as he pulled out roll after roll of wallpaper, his face twisting in confusion. “It’s… wallpaper,” Collins muttered, glancing back at Justin. Justin’s jaw tightened. “You’re sure?” Collins yanked out another roll, unraveling it for good measure. “Yeah. She’s clean.”

That someone knew that I would be in this room. I feel fear beginning to creep in. I shake it off because right now, I need answers. I go to find out what I have walked into. * * * The penthouse is enormous. You could see everything outside, no thanks to every wall with its own floor to ceiling windows. The living room has cold furniture. The type that feels like a hotel; no personality or warmth. Colours go from grey to black or deep blue sea water. No photographs anywhere. No plants. No personal touch. No proof that someone actually moved in. But it is all well laid out. And tidy. Maybe too tidy.

Instead, I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and called my lead contractor. "I need a crew at Penthouse B immediately," I said, my voice steady and cold. "We are tearing it all down. Remove the velvet, tear down the wallpaper, I want it gutted to the concrete by tomorrow morning. We are going with a sterile, ultra-modern minimalist look. All white and no warmth." If Zyran wanted me to build his ex-girlfriend a home, I would give her a museum. I would erase every memory of the love I had mistakenly poured into this place five years ago.

I sighed, reaching into my bag and sliding Damian’s business card across the counter. Her expression shifted. A quick call later, and she forced a polite smile. “You can take the elevator to the last floor.” Penthouse level. Showtime. I stepped into the penthouse, the heavy door clicking shut behind me, and immediately felt the weight of its opulence. The interiors were sleek and dark, with polished surfaces reflecting faint glimmers of light. Expensive whiskey bottles lined the shelves, each one more exclusive than the last, their labels shimmering in the dim light. The air had a faint scent of cigars, a lingering trace of luxury and indulgence that clung to the space.

And I will be ready to fight back! >>>><<< >>> A REPUTABLE PENTHOUSE IN THE CITY <<< An extravagant penthouse stood somewhere in the city, outshining in its glory. Its walls and glasses scream money, and the aura emitting from the inside is dark and cold. At the poolside beside the house, two powerful and influential men were discussing while they were both having their glasses of wine beside the pool. "What!" Mr. Robertson suddenly exclaim in shock as he said "You mean Mammy Julianna is the one behind all this, huh!"

He stared at the numbers ticking up and tried not to think about how easy it would be to drop to his knees right there. What? No! That was horny Lennon talking. The doors opened straight into the penthouse. Lennon stopped breathing. It was… stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping three sides. City lights glittering like spilled diamonds. Dark wood floors. Low, soft lighting. Leather sofas in deep charcoal. A single abstract painting on the far wall—black and crimson strokes that looked violent and beautiful at once. It looked expensive, but not loud or flashy. Modest in the way only truly obscene money could be modest.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.