The room is all clean lines and cold marble—a billionaire’s penthouse that feels more like a mausoleum. Charlotte Sins stands at the floor-to-ceiling window, backlit by the neon hemorrhage of the city below. She wears nothing but a single gold chain and a silk robe that hangs open, unbothered.
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The room is all clean lines and cold marble—a billionaire’s penthouse that feels more like a mausoleum. Charlotte Sins stands at the floor-to-ceiling window, backlit by the neon hemorrhage of the city below. She wears nothing but a single gold chain and a silk robe that hangs open, unbothered.
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