CHLOE. My eyes widened after Katherine said she was carrying Ethan’s child. I felt a tug in my heart, and my hand fell next to me aimlessly. She looked scared, which meant that she wasn't joking. She was telling the truth for her to be this scared of Ethan. Ethan froze before he gently turned to her. He was upset. Why was he upset when he was the one fucking her? He had been cheating on his wife. His child must be so disappointed in him. Katherine was going to have his child now, which was even worse. Perhaps he wouldn't need me anymore. He already had two women who would be more than willing to satisfy him and his sexual desires that seemed never to be quenched. All I did was stare at him, feeling so much anger. I didn't know why I was angry. It wasn't me he was cheating on. After all, I was nothing more than a sex slave to him. Why did I now feel upset? I hated the way my blood boiled. “Chloe, wait in my room,” he said without looking at me. Why did he tell me to go and wait i
CHLOE. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The pregnancy Katherine said she had. It bothered me and I hated that it bothered me so much. Waiting for Ethan only made the feeling worse so I stopped waiting and went to the kitchen. Grandma stood next to the sink, peeling some carrots. She wore a white cardigan and a long green flare skirt. She had her white hair packed in a bun. The sleeves of her white sweater were rolled up to her elbow probably because she was cooking and didn't go get them wet. I walked over to her. Glad I wasn't wearing any expensive clothing as I had planned to help Grandma out in the kitchen to get the thought of Ethan and his new baby mama out of my head. I was wearing short jeans and a knitted tank top. The maid had brought it to me and I couldn't get that out of my head because Ethan had picked it out for me. Maybe, he didn't, maybe it was just in my head. Shorts and knitted tank tops were my style. I was getting over my head, Ethan would never try to find
CHLOE. Ethan moved closer to me, closing up the space between us. His huge figure covered me up, and the smell of his exotic perfume; Creed aventus was all I could inhale. I stepped back, not wanting to be swallowed by him. The moment my back hit the wall, I knew I was doomed. I did not want to give in to him and his perfect body. He was wearing a plain white shirt and black jeans. He rolled up the sleeves of both his shirts, his tattoos obvious. He placed both of his hands on both sides of my head, his face just inches away from mine. I looked straight into his chest instead of raising my head to meet his face. His scent invaded my nostrils taking my breath away. He just stared at me for the first few minutes, saying no word to me. I didn't know what he was doing but I avoided looking in his face. There was something about this moment that just set my heart. I didn't know what it was. “Do you want to carry my child?” He asked, his voice thick and manly. He sounded like the kind
CHLOE. Forty minutes later, I was done with what Ethan had asked me to do. It wasn't hard working on it at all. Twenty minutes before I finished, he went out of the room, he told me that he was hoping to his room. Hence when I was done, I went to his room to submit all that I had written. Stepping into the room, I was welcomed by the sound of the shower from his bathroom. There was no one in the room, it was empty but he was in the bathroom. I didn't know why I froze in the room, as though I was waiting for him to be out. It didn't take long for him to be out of the bathroom. The water stopped running and he stepped out of the brown door that led to his bathroom. His tall frame stopped at the front of the door, surprised to see me. His wet and huge body was wrapped in a white towel. His waist took the towel, his upper body was wet and streaming with water. I froze and could not blink. His biceps took every part of my senses and made me stare at him like a fool. The water from
ETHAN. While I waited for the doctor, I went through the things she worked on and I couldn't help but admire her work. She did it perfectly. Every word, paragraph, and the use of punctuation got me. I read through the minutes, my front lobe nourishing with each sentence. She was good. Now I saw the reason she was always pompous. It was because of her abilities. The things that she was able to do. I didn't think that she was going to deliver the minute perfectly. It wasn't very easy writing minutes, it took attentiveness and intelligence to be able to rewrite what was said by a person. This kind of made me proud, I did not know where that came from. Just then, the door pushed back and the doctor walked in. He had a suitcase with him as he stepped closer to my table. At this time I was done reading the minute so I placed it on the table next to the rest of the files that I was working on. I laid my eyes on him ready to listen to whatever he had to say. I wanted to know if she was
KATHERINE. Ethan might not accept me again. I could feel it deep within me that there was a big chance he would push me away. He was fond of that especially when he felt like he had been disobeyed. Anyone who went against his wishes always faced the wrath. They always did. I saw what he did to Lucas and if I hadn't spoken out about the baby, he would have done something against me I just knew he would have harmed me if I hadn't spoken out. Ethan wasn't someone to be played with. Wasting time with him was not advisable at all when it came to him. Right now, even with the baby in my belly, I knew that it wouldn't be easy to make him want me to stay. Worse, he could tell me to abort the baby which I didn't want. This was my chance to be with him and create the family I had always wished of. Although Chloe still bothered me. He seems to be enjoying sex with her these days. He had been having sex with her all through the weeks, which meant that he had been finishing inside of her. He
CHLOE. My room was dark, I hadn't raised the curtains yet. I had been in my room all day, and no one had called for my attention. Perhaps it was because of the doctor who came to see Ethan. I didn't know what he said. Katherine might be really carrying his child and this has somehow weakened me. I hadn't done anything since I got back in my room. No skin care, nothing. I had stayed in my bed, just watching the small light coming from the lamb next to me. I folded my hand on my stomach, and many thoughts crossed my mind. If she was truly pregnant, it meant that Ethan was going to have another baby mama. He was going to have another child while I remained his sex thing. This had me worried. I didn't want to have such a degrading title. This brought me to get off my bed.I got into the bathroom slippers, it was very comfortable. I still had the new sleepwear collection that was delivered to me by Kylie's store. It was a designer brand. I had all these designers regardless of the stat
ETHAN. The sleeping pills didn't work again, I dreamt about my mother once more. I flung my eyes open, staring at my barely visible ceiling. My room was dark, it was still in the middle of the night when I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. I have heard the dream every day for many years now, yet it still terrified me. It was the one thing that terrified me the most. It was a dream but it scared me more than real life. The only time I didn't have that dream was when Chloe slept in my room. I sat up before wiping the sweat on my forehead. After, I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom where I washed my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror for some time before I returned to my room. I glanced at the wall clock, it was only three am in the middle of the night. I barely slept for an hour before the nightmare drove me to reality. Sitting in front of the work table a few feet away from my bed, I grabbed drugs from the drawer which was beneath the table. The drug was supp
ETHAN. Chloe’s mood changed rapidly and I couldn't help but blame it on that bastard, he had to be the one who hurt her and made her feel that sort of way. He was nothing but a fuvking bastard and I was going to make him pay. He must be jealous because he jade fuvking her back in the van. I wanted to him, he was standing by the parking lot, pacing back and forth. The moment he turned to me I grabbed him and punched him hard in the face. “What did you say to Chloe?” I demanded, my voice cold and sharp.He turned to face me, his expression a mix of anger and astonishment. “I told her the truth, that you’re no good for her. That you’re just using her. And you are nothing but a bastard. You don't deserve her at all!” I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the urge to punch him again. The punch that I gave him actually affected me, the place where I was shot so I did not want to strain it further but I kept staring at him with a frowned expression. “Who the fuck are you to know whe
ETHAN. I couldn't resist her anymore. I had always wanted her and this wasn't an exemption. I wanted her badly so when she told the waiter to call me to her van, I did. Her van was huge, there was a very comfortable place for us to be in. I didn't mind kissing her. And fucking her. She laps looked like someone that wanted to be fucked by me hence I did not mind. So when she grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, I gave in. I touched her first. I initiated it. I loved her and wanted her. I knew that she was mine, she had always been mine and the David guy was just there for nothing. I was going to take her back because she belonged to me. I would take her son too, I would treat him like mine. I knew that she wouldn't want to leave Eli, this was the reason I would build a connection with the little boy and then marry his mother after Savid had left. Chloe Hathway was the line of woman that I wanted to have - anyone would want to have her no matter what. I took her lips I to my own,
ETHAN. I couldn't deny that I felt jealous when Chloe left with that man called David. I was certain that he was happy that Chloe had left with him instead of stay with me like I had projected. I hated seeing the duo together. I wasn't sure who David was but certainly, I wanted to get id of him. I wanted Chloe to be mine alone. If I could have her as mine, she could then take up the space that belonged to her. I do u ted that she even knew how much I loved and wanted her to be mine. I made a mistake from the start. I didn't like that I did. That I made her suffer, I hated it so much. I had thought that she hurt my mother when she didn't and now I was paying for it. For the evil that I had done to her. The doctor finished dressing my wound, his hands quick and rehearsed as he worked on me. I had been two days since Chloe had been with me, she was always coming to see me and helping around. And god I loved it so much. Yeah, I wa sgoing through pain. The nurses were leaking my wound w
ETHAN. The hospital wasn't a place that I loved not after the death of my mother. Plus, my sister being in a coma and all of that. This made me hate the hospital. However, being here instead of her kind of made me happy. There was no regret, not even an ounce which was just weird because I had never felt this way toward any body. Well, Chloe Hathway was not just anybody. She was Chloe Hathway, a woman that I cherished in a way that I could not control. Chloe had a way of making me feel different. When I opened my eyes the next day, I was told that Grandpa had come to visit. But then I wanted to hear about Chloe.Hence I asked the nurse if she came. The nurse said yes. “Your wife, right?” She asked and I found myself shaking my head positively. Did Chloe introduce herself as my wife? I was happy with it though. She acted as my wife. “She was here all through the night and she only left when the police called her. She is such a caring woman,” the nurse had said. I felt more fulfil
CHLOE.The moment I stepped into the interrogation room and saw Olivia, every part of me twirled with anger. Why was she here? How did she come here? Why didn't I think that she could be the one behind all of these? She was nothing but a bitch who wanted advantage where she didn't belong. Staring at her right now I felt like smacking her face but then it was going to be tagged as insult. However when she opened her mouth, I started to have a rethink. Perhaps smacking her wasn't an outright bad idea. Her words annoyed me to the core and it took some level of self-control to not slap her face.“You!” she spat, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “Are you the one who told them to arrest me? Isn’t putting my husband behind bars enough? Now you want to destroy my life and my children’s lives too?! You want to leave them without a mother and father. You want me dead like your mother died?!” She shouldn't have mentioned my Mother. Mentioning my mother was the last level of self-control t
CHLOE. The shot had been so fast. I couldn’t even process it until I was nuzzling Ethan in my arms, his blood staining my hands. It was so bad that it felt like imagination. I couldn't bring myself to believe that he had been shot. How did this happen? And why? Who had shot the gun? Where did it come from? It happened so fast that I couldn't imagine it even though it was unfolding right in front of me. The glass wall had shattered all over the floor. Some had gotten into my skin as well. I just didn't mind because it didn't cause so much damage. I asked for help. Calling everyone around me. I begged them t help me and they did. The ambulance soon came and they look Ethan from me. Eli ran to my side after they had taken Ethan from me. “Are you his wife?” The nurse ahe asked me and I knew I had t say yes so that they woke allow me to be with him. Ethan had taken a bullet from me, I had to be with him. Sitting in the hospital hallway, the events kept replaying in my mind, over and ov
CHLOE. I couldnt help but wonder what I could do to her to make her feel the heat of me. To make her understand that I was back and I couldn't be meaaws with. I kept staring at her wondering where I could start from. She stood before me, her face pale and streaked with tears, her hands clasped tightly as she pleaded like a mourning mother. She looked sepressed. She wasn't as glmmes as she uses to be. She wore apurole dress which matched her hair like a monochrome. She was very bad with clothes, I changed her life back then. “Please, Chloe, show Grayson mercy. He has children, and I’m expecting another baby… him being in prison isn’t fair to them. Please…”I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped my lips. It echoed through the room like a sharp blade. Although a part of me wa surprised that she was pregnant. She didn't look like she wa aacreying a baby. It could be one of her lies again but that didn't matter. I wouldn't have to hurt her again now that she had stated she was pr
CHLOE. The camera flashed on me over and over. I watched as my life came back to me. The person that I had always been. Chloe Hathway! “It took my family seven years to regain our wealth,” I said, my voice steady as I stood before the press, cameras still flashing and microphones poke toward me. “Getting justice for my family was the true battle. I had never in my entire life thought it was going to be so hard to get back what was mine. I was someone with the belief that whatever belonged to you could never be taken away from you!” I sighed, counting that mindset very stupid. Whatever belonged to you could be taken away countless times by people who couldn't even use it. One reporter stepped forward, her voice came clear. This time a reporter did not look at me with hatred. They were not mad at me like the rest of the world. “Miss Hathaway, we’ve heard that Mr. Grayson committed fraud and pinned it all on your father, using the company as a cover. Can you confirm this?” She asked
CHLOE. The proximity between us was nerve-breaking. I was sure that I would be able to control myself around him. But then I didn't want to give in again, yet the memories that we shared from the past kept plaguing my mind. I could only think about how he used to bang me against the bed. How he sucked my boobs the other day. I could only think about these things, faced with him like this. His breath was so close to my face. Every part of me thought of nothing but him. That I wanted him. He wasn't someone that I could have. Yeah, the reason for not wanting him or for thinking that I couldn't have him wasn't there anymore. Yet, it didn't mean I could have him. I wasn't sure that I could have him. “You brought your husband for what?” He ran his fingers up my waist. I was wearing a tank top with blazers and jeans, matched with heels. He was looking into my eyes, those burning gazes. He knew how to stare into a woman’s soul. He knew how to make her want him and he was using that on me.