CHLOE. My body still hurts so much. Every part of me hurt like I had been working all day. It was only morning and I had just woken up. Yet, my body ached me. I hated the situation that I was in. I hated that I had lost my first time to a man who hated me so much more than thrash itself. I wished that I could change my life from this but I couldn't. That morning, I had my bath because I was going to pay my mother’s bills. It was the only thing that gave me hope and reminded me that the body pain was for a good cause. There was nothing to regret anymore, my virginity was gone and it would never come back. I had to brace myself and move on. I had to forget the past and look ahead. After bathing, I applied cream to my body and did my skincare. I carried these things around with me so even when I came here, it was with me. My skin looked glassy like always, there was no blemish. This was a part of me that I liked. I could never be less than Chloe Hathaway because that was my origin. Af
CHLOE. Even after slapping her, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to break her in two and also hit Grayson. He was pissed that I had hit his woman, but there was nothing he could do to me. There was no way he could hit me. I left them, he was attending to his woman and I walked past them and stopped the first cab that I saw. While in the cab, all I felt was anger toward them. I wished that I could smack the shutout of the two of them and also expose Greyson for what he did to my father. I gave him a chance and he chose to ruin my family. He chose to ruin me and take everything that I stood for. However, I was going to make sure that I had my revenge. I wouldn't let him ruin me. Never! He would pay for all that he had done, from the beginning to the end. I just needed to bounce back to my feet. Getting back to Ethan’s home which was now mine, I made a mental note to go and do nothing but rest. I wanted to avoid the toxicity that surrounded the house. To my shocking dismay, I found Eth
KATHERINE. Chloe's screams pierced my ears, both sides of my eyes were filled with her cry and it made me very happy. I loved the sound of her pain. The first time Ethan brought her to the house, I thought he had brought another competition. A woman who was going to try to take my place as the only woman who could satisfy him. Although no woman had ever tried to, not his past girlfriends, they could never. When Ethan started to punish her and make her suffer, I was so happy. I was happy because she was getting a taste of her medicine. I didn't know Chloe from there. No, I didn't even know Chloe Hathaway from television as she was famous for being rich and spoilt. I knew Chloe Hathaway as a bully who bullied my older brother back in high school. She tormented his life and made him miserable. Chloe wasn't humane. She was a cruel animal. A wolf in human clothing. She was an example of that werewolf book I read only she was cruel. I hated her very much. I had never thought that
ETHAN. Everywhere was silent and dark. More than usual. I usually loved silence but not this kind. It had an air of sadness around it. There was something about it that wasn't sitting right with me. I walked through the fsr following the silence. This silence had a sound. It was drawing me in. I couldn't resist the strength of it. I wondered what was going on but I couldn't wrap my head around it. How did I end up in a situation like this, I couldn't say. All I knew was that the silence was calling my name, asking for me. Craving for me. Stepping into the living room, I beheld a scene that I had never thought I could in my entire life. I walked in and saw my mother around a neck tied to the ceiling fan. Every part of me stopped and all I did was stare at the scene. It was a shocking sight and it took some time for me to be able to interpret it. I was in so shock that every part of me began to tremble so much. Her neck we squeezed showing how the rope had squeezed life out of
ETHAN. Emily was the name of my sister. A beautiful and bubbly girl. She was always positive-minded. I used to never believe in myself. Believing in myself as a young poor boy from a poor home wasn't easy but my sister was different. She reminded me every day that life was going to get easier. Even when our mother died, she was the first to accept it. The first to believe that she had gone to a better place. She loved her mom very much, but she accepted that it was better for her to rest in heaven. My mother had done a lot for us. She struggled like a mother and would rather go on an empty stomach than do shit. She was that kind of woman. She was strong and beautiful. She was everything. Mom was the only woman I had ever loved. She showed me love even when I was nothing. She was my woman. She was my everything. I walked into the room nobody had access to. I had warned Chloe from coming here because I didn't want her to know this side of me. The side of me that was vulnerable. Nob
CHLOE. I wasn't supposed to cry. I hadn't cried in many years. Perhaps the last time I cried was when I was a baby wanting chocolate which I always got. From the age of five, I didn't have to throw tantrums to be given what I wanted. I was always given without trouble, that was the way. Mom and Dad pampered me; they loved me and they made sure that I lacked nothing. That was the life that they built for me. That was the life they chose for me. Now I had a completely different life from the one that they chose for me. Things are almost difficult for me now. They are difficult because here no one was going to give me what I wanted. No one was going to let me rest when I was tired. My movement was restricted here and they regarded me as nothing. Ethan hated me purely and he showed me that he hated me very much. He wasn't looking at me. He didn't act like he even saw me. “Are you deaf? He raised his eyes and I knew that I was doomed because he looked at me. He looked away from what
ETHAN. I stood by the window and stared into nothingness. It was six o clock in the morning and I had just came back from my morning jog. It's been two days since Chloe helped me with the proposal and today I'm going to present it to the company. A smile tugged at the edge of my lip but I quickly smoothened it out. I was impressed by her intelligence. It was good to know she wouldn't be useless and could actually help in some way. A knock resounded on the door jilting me out of my reverie. “Come in.” I said The door gently opened and granny walked in with a cup of coffee in her hands. She knew I always liked coffee after my jog and made it her duty to fetch me my coffee every morning. I've grown so used to her coffee that I never allow anyone else make it for me. Granny gently set the coffee on the table a few meters away from me. I turned and walked towards her to get the coffee. I took a sip and raised sn eyebrow when I noticed she was still standing there. “I gave Chloe the
CHLOE. “Stop!” The word forced itself out of my mouth before I could stop it. Ethan has been a jerk and he knows it. I knew he wanted to torment me since the beginning. He wanted to humiliate me and prove to me that I'm a whore. But I was not. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Is there something wrong?” Ethan asked and raised an eyebrow. I bit my eyebrow, surprised by my own action. I hadn't meant to yell at him. I reminded myself that this man could do anything he wanted to me. With him, I'm not Chloe Hathaway, I'm only his sex toy. “Nothing.” I said and plastered a smile on my face. His face showed a tad bit of irritation. He probably expected me to snap and tell him off so he could find a reason to get mad at me. “Get out, I'll call you when I need you.” He said, irritation visible in his tone. I scurried off, afraid he'd change his mind any minute soon. As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. A few minutes passed before
DAMIEN. Spinning her around, she was nothing but a middle-aged woman. She looked stunned when she saw me, her mouth flying open while she stared deeply at me. “Alpha.” She called, shocked to see me. My eyes fell to her hand, she had nothing there, no bag. Nothing which meant that she didn't carry the bag like I had presumed. I looked around again maybe I could see any other person but there was no one. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She said nothing, she dropped her gaze. “Why are you not speaking?” I asked. “Because…” She paused, reluctant. “What? Tell me, I am your Alpha,” I said. She scratched the back of her head before sighing and giving in. “I am tired of life, Alpha. I trusted a man who took so much from me. I was so stupid to have believed him. I already lost so much!” She half sobbed. Her demeanor had changed too. “So what did you come here to do? Plant some money?” I gave her a stare that made her chuckle, lighting up the mood like I wanted. “No. I... I want
Chloe“Do you have an idea of the reason she kept the secret from you?” Patricia asked, her eyes still wide open after I told her who my biological mother was. Her face had been completely stunned for a while now. “No. But then I have been thinking that she doesn't know about it either. There is no way she would have watched me struggle to know my biological mother when she was there all along. Titus suggested it and I read sense into it as well.” “Oh, yeah.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Right now, I am praying to the moon goddess that she gets better quickly to enable me to have answers to all my questions. I really needed to ask her a lot of questions,” I said, looking away when I remembered that I had asked her to do something for me. I turned to her, she was playing with her well-painted fingers now. “What about the research on Rachel’s family? Have you figured out them like I asked?” I turned to her. I had been bothering my Beta lately even when he had external pack
CHLOE. Ethan told me to bring a drink for his visitor and to be very honest, I was upset that he had called me to bring a drink for the Matilda. Who was she to him? I still had that question roaming in my mind. I still wondered where she had come from and why she came here. What did she want? I listened to him and took the drunk to the hallway where he stayed to work sometimes. I saw her next to him, talking. She sat extremely close to him and I hated it. Why did she have to sit so close to him?I rolled my eyes and then set the tray before her. Her eyes were on me, she kept looking at me as if she knew me before today. Her eyes were on me the entire time while I was fuming with so much anger. I turned around and left the hallway, striding down the narrow way until I got to the stairs. I was so upset, to be honest. Why did he have to come here with her? He was always working so why did he have time to speak to her? Would she be staying here? Sleeping? I hope not. She should
CHLOE. Ethan kept staring at the new girl and she smiled back at him. There was a mutual feeling between them, as though they knew each other before today. I didn't like it. I didn't like that they knew each other. That Ethan looked at her like he knew her. He stared at her with a friendly gaze, I hated it. “Matilda.” He called her name once more. I disliked her name the instant he called her again. She smiled, the dimples on both sides of her cheeks pretty. I wouldn't lie, she was beautiful and with those natural dimples, she looked breathtaking. Ethan kept speaking to her and he completely lost interest in me and what I had to say.“Hi, Ethan,” Matilda said, her voice like that of a cat. I was certain that it wasn't her real voice and she was trying to impress him. “Chloe, I will speak to you later,” he said to me and then stretched his hand toward the devil in the devil’s dress. She wore a mini gown which barely covered her entire thigh. Certainly, she was trying to seduce him, t
CHLOE. My eyes went wide and I looked around the room. It was different. I didn't know the room until I came back to my senses and remembered that I had collapsed onto the floor. My mother had a hiccup, her chest rising and falling. And then I collapsed out of shock. I ran my hand over my face, trying to sit up on the bed. At the same time, the door was pushed back and then a nurse stepped into the room. She had a bowl with her which had some syringes and drugs. “Am I good to go?” I asked, trying to sit up and then remove the drip worked into my skin. It hurts. “Oh, yes but I have to give you some antibiotics for the baby,” she said nonchalantly and then dropped the pan next to my bed. My eyes went wide, so wide, it almost took over all of my face. What baby?“Uhm, I think you made a mistake,” I said. “Mistake? Are you not Chloe Hathway?” She asked. That was my name. “Yes,” I said. “Good. You are one month pregnant, that was the reason you passed out,” she answered. My left
CHLOE. I wasn't sure Ethan was capable of falling in love. Although he had been showing the characteristics of such. Yet, I wasn't fully convinced that he was. Hence I decided to ask Grandma and seek her advice. If Ethan was truly in love with me, then I would be able to seek revenge for all that he had done to me. I would be able to torment me as much as he did to me. That afternoon I wasn't on duty as there was nothing to actually do. Grandma was preparing Ethan’s pumpkin soup, one of his favorite foods which grandma used to prepare for him when he was younger. Hence I wasn't supposed to interfere. This time I wanted something so I went to the kitchen. Grandma was backing me, her hands on the table, slicing the pumpkin leaf. I slid in quickly and started to held her with the necessary things. She glanced at me but didn't say anything even though I had never helped her. Probably because Ethan had told me never to prepare the soup for him because Grandma was in charge of that. Ever
CHLOE. His tongue went up my clit, brushing a long thin line on there. Damn, it felt like the best thing in the world. Every part of me started to shake, betraying me and showing him that I enjoyed everything he was doing. I didn't want to touch him or run my hand in his hair but then I couldn't help it. I had to touch and feel anything other than letting my hands hang in the air. It was discomforting. Hence I let my fingers into his air, drawing a thin line, and moving it around his hair. He began to move faster on my clit, moving back and forth, deeper and faster. It felt like heaven, every part of me starting to shake. I could feel my juice at the tip, about to explode from me. I shut my eyes, and my mouth, pinning over the other. “Ah, god, Yes! It feels so good. Fuck. Yes!” I kept shouting, trying not to scream at the top of my lungs. I was trying hard not to act out of control. I didn't want him to see how much he had an effect on me. Suddenly, he raised his head, his
CHLOE. I could still feel his touch on me. His dick in my cunt, fucking me. I had not been able to get the way he fucked me in the back of the car out of my head. I had tried over and over to be able to stop thinking about yet, yet it proved futile. I tried to use the book and that didn't work especially because the male lead and female lead were attracted to each other. It only worsened my case and my horniness. Seeing that I couldn't get it out of my head, I decided that I was going to get myself fucked by him. That should be easy since I was his sex slave. I was naked so I wore the robe and tied the belt securely. I didn't bother washing my cum off. I could already feel his cock penetrating me, god, my body was all giddy at the thought. I got out of my room and then headed for his room. Getting to the door, I pushed up my boobs, making sure it was on display. I had perky and full-chest boobs, I didn't have a problem seducing him. I couldn't just wait to have him, his thick dic
When he asked me to move to the back, I did. I crossed over and then pulled my gown upward. He mirrored my action until I was on top of him, his dick still erect and directed at my face. I tuck myself into the seat sideways then lean over and swirl my tongue around his tip, earning myself a gasp and another twitch as I then slide my tongue along the spine of his cock, hoovering him into my wet, hot mouth. He tastes wonderful, so clean and ready to get dirty.I didn't know if he was going to moan. If he loved what my mouth was doing but I didn't stop to check. He was so thick as I grasped his stem and mouth-fuck him without shame. The vehicles passing did not deter me. The sound of their cars and the horns here and there did not stop me. I knew that Ethan’s car was blinded and those outsides couldn't see what was going on in inside. I didn't fret. I kept bobbing my head up and down and taking him deep into the back of my throat. I didn't know why I was doing all these. Why I didn't st