Novel & Cerita Spoiler Penthouse 3

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live. -Unknown. |I R I S| We reached at his brother's place and I still can't wrap my mind around the beauty and luxury of this penthouse. Everything from small lights to decor pieces screams, money and power. I let my eyes take in the interior of the penthouse following after Lorenzo. We finally stopped when three men and four women appeared in the hall. Out of all those, I only know, Aleeza. But other three of them looked, powerful. As if this penthouse is more owned by women than men.

It was time to hunt. ******************************* Eleanor's penthouse was everything I had expected….crystal chandeliers, champagne that cost more than most people rent, and men who looked at me like I was on the menu. "Recently divorced?" The third man in an hour leaned too close, whiskey heavy on his breath. "I have a penthouse in Tribeca. Very... private." "How romantic," I said flatly, stepping away. Three glasses of champagne and two shots later, my grand plan was falling apart.

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

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.

“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.

Don’t make the mistake of believing he’s different from the last one. I understood it. I respected it. I fucking hated it. “The house closing is confirmed for end of month,” she said from the hallway like she was just providing information. “I put down the deposit today. Park Avenue penthouse. Eight point two million.” “Congratulations.” She paused for a second like she was weighing whether to say something else or just disappear into the bedroom. She chose the bedroom. I set the files down and stood up because sitting still while she maintained distance was becoming intolerable. I followed her into the master bedroom and watched her start the process of undressing.

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.