Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 9: The Devil's Contract Melanie's POV The penthouse was obscene. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Marble floors were so polished I could see my reflection. A kitchen with appliances I didn't know how to use. Three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a terrace with a view that probably cost more per month than most people earned in a year. "This is too much," I said, turning to Damien. He stood by the entrance, checking his phone with that same cold, controlled expression he always wore.

I folded my hand under my breast, pushing it upwards a bit. "Come inside already and stop being dramatic" He rolled his eyes before pulling me by my arm. As I followed him, my eyes scanned the environment. I thought I had seen it all when we stood at the living room until we entered another layer. This penthouse was huge and it screamed luxury and class. I didn't expect less from him. But then again, it clicked. "Where is this place?" I eyed him suspiciously, dragging my leg on the ground. I didn't trust men. Rich men at that.

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.

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

The hotel manager stepped forward with the careful satisfaction of a man about to present his finest property. “The penthouse occupies the entire thirty-eighth floor, Miss Palmer. It covers approximately 300 square meters and includes two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a private sitting room, dining room, kitchen, and fitness and recovery area. The lift can be restricted to your key, and meals may be served upstairs according to your nutritional schedule.” Someone at the back of the line gave a low whistle. Another swimmer asked whether the fitness area was large enough for the entire squad. Miller looked over his shoulder, and the question was immediately withdrawn.