Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

he answered simply. My stomach dropped instantly, “No.” Salvatore looked calm, “You haven’t even heard what it is.” “I already know it’s too much.” “It’s an apartment.” I stared at him, “A what?” “One of the penthouses,” he continued evenly. “Fully renovated. Private security. Your name is already attached to the property.” The entire blood supply left my body, “You bought me a penthouse?” Claire looked impressed, “Okay, wow, you win. Papa Capone.”

Miss always busy with work is hanging up her stilettos and spoiling her man! The elevator opens on the thirty fifth floor. Directly to his penthouse that is filled with dark green walls. Dark woods and floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline. A perfect bachelor pad. I can’t wait to renovate it. I take off my heels walking inside to hear moaning coming from within his home.

I only wish that I had thought her more maybe just maybe she would have been able to fight back. "Penthouse one and three are cleared out and we were able to set up cameras in penthouse two, Sandra and her guests were checking in as we were leaving" Casey says sliding into the seat next to me and just stares making me both uncomfortable and angry. "What the fuck are you looking at" "Nothing boss man it's just good to actually see that ugly mug of yours" he chuckles holding his hands up in surrender when I pull out my gun and click the safety off. "Easy Calder I'm the best hacker you got"

~Tia~ The three of us get settled in the room, ordering some room service. This penthouse is pretty ridiculous, but then again, it isn’t like I’d have anything to compare it to. There are three bedrooms in the penthouse, but the master is crazy. It has a bigger-than-usual king-sized bed along with a huge screen television on the wall. The bathroom has a jacuzzi tub big enough to fit five people, and the shower isn’t too different. It is equipped with two rain showerheads on each end and smaller spouts around the walls.k

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Grabbing Caden, she bolted for the door—only to be greeted with several brawny men storming in. She froze in fear. The one in lead pulled a paper from his pocket and held it up. "Ms. Evans used this property as collateral," he explained. "She racked up quite a debt at our casino, so now that time's up, we're here to take the house. You've got ten minutes to pack your things and get out." Releasing Dorothy, Andrew gawked at her and asked, "Mom, you gambled? When the hell did this happen?" Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck.

Just three doors lined the space, each one massive, matte-black, and unmarked, like entrances to vaults in a fortress. It felt like stepping into another world. A world built for the ultra-powerful and temporarily, for her. “Penthouse Three,” the man said, inserting the card and opening the door with a click. “Your luggage has already been brought up. Welcome to the building. Let us know if you need anything.” “Thanks,” she murmured, stepping inside. Her luggage sat neatly in the center of a lavish entryway adorned with soft marble, floor-to-ceiling windows, and designer furnishings. Everything smelled faintly of jasmine and money.

Alissia POV When we step out of the lift, I’m struck by the luxury of the penthouse, something I hadn’t fully appreciated before. The ceilings soar high above, giving the impression of a private world separated from the chaos below. Enormous floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the city like a painting. Everything gleams—rich hardwood floors, marble accents, plush furniture arranged with an effortless elegance that somehow still feels imposing. Each corner holds some piece of art or sculpted furniture, giving it a sense of timelessness and opulence.

“Are you crazy, I’m not leaving you with that psycho man.” Sunny glares at me. “You forget that I’m literally trained for this.” I cross my arms, still not budging. She sighs. “Fine, stay behind me then.” I nod as she input the pass code for the penthouse that Dasha had sent and the door unlocks, revealing a very trashed out penthouse. There were glass shards everywhere, the TV had a large crack and couches were flipped! This man is insane but it seems like he was nowhere to be seen.

The penthouse is nothing like I expected. I thought it would be cold. Sterile. A concrete box with expensive furniture and no soul. But it is worse than that. It is beautiful. The elevator opens directly into the main living space—a vast, open room with floor-to-ceiling windows that show the entire city sprawled below like a glittering carpet. The floors are dark wood. The furniture is sleek and modern, all clean lines and neutral tones. A staircase curves up to a second level. The kitchen gleams with marble and chrome. Everything is spotless. Everything is perfect. Everything smells like him.