Chapter 233 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch10

• It doesn’t happen in his glass tower.It happens in his private penthouse — the top floor, where the skyline hums low through floor-to-ceiling windows nobody else is rich enough to stand behind.The place where he’s fucked her face-first into marble, bent her over glass desks, tied her to leather couches.The place he thought was his fortress.Tonight, it’s her throne.
• She calls him there. Doesn’t ask — calls.One message, clipped, no please. Come home. Now.And because he’s hers now — every ruined edge of him — he does.
• He finds her waiting in his bedroom. Soft gold lamp light, silk robe slipped low on her shoulders, legs bare where she kneels at the foot of his bed.