Kelvin's POV
I leaned against the railing of my hotel balcony, watching as a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance. A faint smile touched my lips as I exhaled, the smoke swirling in the night air before dissipating into the shadows. This hotel—my hotel—was a reminder that everything I'd desired was now mine, thanks to my father’s timely departure from this world. Had he stayed around a few years longer, there was no guarantee he would’ve handed it over. Lucky me.
At the end of the cigarette, I pressed the butt against the railing, watching it flicker for a moment before letting it fall to the ground below. I turned back toward the suite, carefully locking the balcony doors behind me and drawing the heavy curtains. I didn’t need prying eyes or curious ears tonight.
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