Chapter 88 Broken

• Williams POV.
• Nights bled into days, and days into nights. I’d lost track of time. My penthouse felt like a hollow prison, the silence suffocating, hitting at me. The city lights outside shone in mocking way, as if taunting me with the life I was supposed to be enjoying. Billionaire, powerful, respected—none of it meant a damn thing when you were alone, miserable, and aching for something you couldn’t have. Or rather, someone.
• Allison.