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 ...