Prologue
I used to believe buildings were just that—walls, doors, windows. Places where people live, sleep, grow. Soulless spaces. Places that held nothing more than bricks and silence.
That was before I moved into The Crown.
The Crown wasn’t just steel and glass. It was a world suspended in the sky, a labyrinth of floors where every door concealed a secret. In that place, the walls seemed to watch you. In that place, luxury wasn’t a privilege—it was a barrier.
I didn’t come by choice. I came because life brought me here. Because my father—the most honest man I’ve ever known—earned a place in a world that was never meant for us. Because my mother decided London was her future, and left me behind in New York, with nothing but the city lights and the echo of broken promises.
The Crown had only one apartment per floor. One resident. One kingdom. But at the top, the penthouse wasn’t a single floor—it was two, fused into one sprawling palace in the sky, where the Callahans lived above everyone. Above everything.
I knew nothing of kingdoms or glass cages. I didn’t know that behind those walls hid pacts, betrayals, old wounds. I didn’t know elevators could take you so high… just to let you fall.
I didn’t know I was going to meet him.
That one day, the heir of the highest floor would look down from his golden cage… and see something in me that I couldn’t yet see in myself.
This isn’t a fairy tale. And it’s far from a perfect romance. This is the story of a building where the walls listen, and the mirrors reflect more lies than truths. This is the story of what happens between floors and secrets.
And if you step inside... don’t say I didn’t warn you.
