Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

Three months. I could do anything for three months. Even this. “Fine,” I said. “Send me the address.” Adrian Vale’s penthouse sat thirty stories above the city, gleaming glass and steel like something cut from ice and arrogance. The kind of place where people lived alone on purpose, just to remind the world how untouchable they were. The private elevator hummed up, slow and silent. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror-polished walls: dark suit, darker scowl, jaw already locked like I was walking into a war zone instead of a job.

We exit the car to the elevator, stepping into the lobby of the penthouse. With my mouth agape, I allow my eyes to wander the expanse in awe. I've never seen the inside of a penthouse before. Well, I have, but, only through the television screen and surely that doesn't count. I follow Alessandro into the living room, trying to avert my gaze from his perky ass that is enclosed in his black denim jeans. Unexpectedly, he comes to a halt and I walk straight into him with an 'Ommfftt' leaving my lips.

He said, dropping a message and ending the call. Message: Location: Dubai Marina, Dubai "Let's rock this place" I said, trying to track down the new location. "What about the police?" Spencer asked. "Damon got that all handled," I replied. Note: The password to enter Damon penthouse is 2017 not 2007, I acknowledge my mistake.

He only gives me an innocent look. The penthouse is on the fifty-eighth floor. It has a two-floor with a triple-height living room with views of the most iconic skyscrapers. Its perks with a humongous copper brown kitchen, a balcony, floor wine cellar, built-in Hi-tech appliances, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Mom sent me pictures if I like the interior designs, but these are nothing but boring black and white for me now. “Thanks, Edmund. I can take it from here,” I thank him, grabbing my two traveling bags with my Bottega Veneta messenger bag. I throw myself to the couch. Exhaustion starts to take over me.

He always tried to protect me, but he never told me everything. We took the private elevator up without talking. When the doors opened, we stepped right into the penthouse. It smelled clean, like fresh linen and nice wood. Connor turned on the lights. The place was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the whole city skyline. There were big leather couches, expensive-looking art on the walls, and a kitchen island that looked super fancy. It screamed rich doctor with an edge. I dropped my bag by the door and sat down on the big sectional couch. The second I did, everything from earlier hit me again. Tyler and Marcus in bed. The ring on the floor. Sending that money. My throat got tight, and t

“Why don’t we continue upstairs in the penthouse suite? The view is excellent, and we can speak more freely.” Everyone agreed. My legs felt weak as we all rode the elevator up. The senior partners stood close to me. I could smell their cologne and feel the heat from their bodies. Once we stepped inside the luxurious penthouse, Mr. Hart locked the doors with a loud click. The city lights twinkled through the huge windows. Someone poured drinks, and the mood changed completely. “Finally,” Mr. Hart said, handing me a glass. “Now we can relax.” The three men started circling me like predators. Their eyes moved over my body. Mr. Reynolds stepped close first and ran his hand down my arm. “You’ve b

A few moments later, the realtor returned carrying preliminary documents. He looked almost nervous. "There is one thing..." Marilyn looked over. "What?" The realtor laughed awkwardly. "I must admit, Miss Oxford, your taste is exceptional." She smiled. "Thank you." He rubbed the back of his neck. "This penthouse is actually the most expensive property we've shown today." Marilyn's smile disappeared. "What?" The realtor nodded. "The three-level design makes it considerably more valuable than the villas and even the waterfront mansion."

LORETTA My palms were clammy when I first keyed in the code to the penthouse. The keypad flashed red: Incorrect code. I wiped my damp hands against the sides of my sundress and tried it again, This time, the lock clicked and the heavy front door swung open Temporary relief flooded my veins. For a second there I thought Elion had changed the house entrance code, but it was just my nerves getting the best of me I passed through the second entrance, keyed in the second code which gave me access to the foyer and the masterpiece of a penthouse

I step out to reach the massive door and ponder if I should just get in with the card. Maybe it’s just for the elevator and doesn’t even work. Biting my bottom lip, I hold the flashy key card to the digital lock above the door handle and jump as the door unlocks with a click. I open the door slowly and pop my head into the penthouse, before stepping into the apartment fully. The entrance is spacious and flooded with light coming from spotlights affixed to the high grey ceiling. As I take a few careful steps further into the penthouse, I get to see the big living room with a large screen and an equally large but cozy looking black leather couch. My eyes wander through the room, admiring the l

As she reached for a towel, her phone beeped, and she picked it up, gazing at the screen. A message from her boyfriend flashed on the screen. "Where are you?" Lisa typed a quick reply. "I'm at the penthouse." “The PENTHOUSE!” Her boyfriend's response was immediate. "How did you get inside?!" Lisa smiled mischievously. "I'm here to help Amelia. Don't worry, I'll fill you in later." As she put her phone away, Lisa's eyes lingered on the luxurious bathroom, her mind whirling with curiosity. What secrets lay hidden behind these opulent walls?