Mikha lim
The rain hammered the estate like a rhythmic execution. We were the "Apex Union," two titans whose merger was the envy of the world. Mikha, the ice queen of venture capital, and I, the man who bought the skyline. Our love was a brand—expensive, flawless, and utterly hollow. I followed her into the dim light of the conservatory, the scent of crushed orchids heavy in the air. I expected a secret deal; I found a visceral betrayal. She was pressed against the glass, her hands tangled in the hair of a man who didn't belong in our world. The way she moved, the desperate heat of her breath against his neck—it was a raw, unscripted hunger she had never shown me. I stood in the shadows, my hand tightening around a watch that cost more than a cathedral. I owned the horizon, yet I was a ghost in my own home. My billions couldn't buy the fire she was giving away for free. I didn't scream. I simply turned away, leaving the empire behind to burn in the silence of her truth.
About Mikha lim
The rain hammered the estate like a rhythmic execution. We were the "Apex Union," two titans whose merger was the envy of the world. Mikha, the ice queen of venture capital, and I, the man who bought the skyline. Our love was a brand—expensive, flawless, and utterly hollow. I followed her into the dim light of the conservatory, the scent of crus...Read more