Elara couldn’t take it anymore. The constant presence of Damien in the penthouse was suffocating her. Every room felt like it belonged to him. Every night he f****d her, ate her p***y and used her body without mercy. Every morning she woke up feeling more broken than the day before. She needed air. Real air. Not the filtered, luxurious air of Kai’s penthouse.
So she waited for a moment when Damien was in a long business call. She slipped out quietly, not taking the Rolls Royce or any of the flashy cars Kai had at their disposal. She took a regular taxi to her old apartment — the small, modest place that still felt more like home than the penthouse ever did.
The moment she stepped inside, she felt a weight lift off her chest. The familiar smell, the old furniture, the simple lighting — it
