Chapter 17
Martin's Pov
The night party went on at the penthouse. The music was heard through the penthouse like a second heartbeat, shaking the marble floors and the expensive furniture that filled every corner.
People danced under dim lights, happy and high in drugs. Their happiness is drug-induced, their smiles are "empty," and their lives revolve around luxury and distraction.
I sat back on a leather couch that cost more than most people earned in a year, taking a slow sip of whiskey. The burn settled in my chest as I watched my world.
This was the life I had built: the parties, the favors, the power. I hadn't sacrificed anything-how could you sacrifice something that was never yours? I'd taken, traded, planned. And it worked.
"Baby, dance with me!" Amelia's voice cut into my tho
