Chapter 261
Alex stared at the ruins in front of him, and for a few seconds his brain refused to work, because what the actual fuck!
His house. His baby. His... his penthouse, Le Sommét Imperial, the place he had bought with his own money and loved like it was his very own child. Yes that particular pent house was gone!
The once mighty and beautiful walls were shattered into a million pieces. The roof was beyond recognition at this point. The balcony where he used to sip coffee in the morning hung from a twisted metal frame, and the fancy front door lay flat in the dirt like a broken cluster of dead leaf. Worst of all, smoke curled out of the totaled floors, and his expensive furniture, food stuff... everything! were all scattered across the rubble like broken scraps.
"My house," he whispered. His voice cracking as he continued to survey the scene. "My... my beautiful house."
