After I left, they begged for Forgiveness

Chapter 20- The marriage clause

The morning sun poured over the horizon like liquid gold, splashing across the surface of the rooftop infinity pool perched high above the thirty-second floor of The Crest Royale.

The water glistened—a shade of deep blue that mirrored the sky above, while beneath the surface, the transparent glass floor offered a dizzying view of the bustling city far, far below.

Elijah reclined in the pool, his sculpted chest gleaming with sunlit beads of water, abs rising and falling with each lazy breath.

A pair of security guards stood silently at the marble pillars flanking the entrance, their black suits crisp, earpieces flashing in the light. None spoke. None moved. No one disturbed Elijah Quinn unless they had a damn good reason.

He slid on his sleek black sunglasses and tilted his head back, soaking in the heat, arms stretched across the pool’s edge like he owned the sky.

Until—

Tap. Tap.

A soft footfall. Then a maid approached, dressed in white and gold, carrying a custom tray—no