CHLOE. I have done a lot of things in my life. A lot. I had gone on crazy adventures. I had been dared to spend one million dollars in a day yet I had never thought that I would do something as crazy as this. I pretended to be mad. At first, my heart was pounding crazily in my chest because I thought that no one would believe me. I didn't even believe that I could make them believe that I was mad but I did it I convinced them and they believed me. The court quickly issued my discharge and allowed me to be taken to the mental hospital. I was scared that I would be detected in the hospital by the doctor. Fortunately, I knew the doctor and vice versa. Her name was Linda and she worked in our house prior. She was an A-plus student who helped me back then with my homework which made me fall in love with her. Mom took an interest in her knowing I hardly fell in love with people. Then she found out how smart and intelligent she was. She took it upon herself and sent her to school. Lind
ETHAN P.O.V. I decided to go back out since I didn't find the pen Chloe had said. It meant that someone had entered the room and taken it. Grandma was the person who had access to this room and I was certain that she was the one who cleaned up the room after Emily was taken to the morgue. Yet, I did not want to draw any conclusions. I needed to confirm who had come into the room first before coming to a conclusion. I sighed and shut my eyes. What the hell was all this? It was getting too much and my head was piling up. How did I end up between enemies? Grandma warned me to let Chloe go, perhaps I should have listened to her. The frustration, I needed to let it out. The wall opposite me was the only available way to let it out, the anger. The worry. The frustration. Punching the wall seemed like the best way. Hence I did that, throwing my fist on the side. The wall was rock hard, and it hurt but I like the hurt. It was better than the heaviness I felt in my heart. I continued to pu
KATHERINE. Pushing the door back, I saw Ethan and some guards behind him. The smile on my face faded after seeing the deep frown on his face, they were deadly. If his eyes could kill, I would be six feet down the grave. Why was he looking at me like that? What happened? Did I do anything wrong? I wondered. The guards moved from behind him and came for me. They held me and pulled me toward them. I screamed for them to let me go but they wouldn't. “What is happening? What did I do? Let me go!” I shouted. Ethan watched them. He did not say anything, he didn't stop them. The guys took me to the dungeon and threw me to the cold floor without mercy. I crawled back, fear building in me. What had I done? “Ethan, what did I do?” I looked at him with fear written on my face. I did not know what I had done. Ethan walked closer to me, his steps slow and daunting. His facial expression looked angry and dangerous. The air that exuded from him was so bitter, I could almost taste it. He was a
CHLOE. Linda came to my ward with a tray of food and some drugs. She placed them on the table next to where I my bed was. By this time I was lost in thought. Would I remain like this for the rest of my life? Pretending to me mad so that I wouldn't be killed. This couldn't be my life forever; something had to happen! Yet, I didn't have any hope. Ethan hated me. He thinks I killed his younger sister. I sighed while Linda took out the plate where the food was in. “Here,” she said and placed it on my lap. “Eat.” She added. I wasn't starving. I hadn't been hungry since I had been here. Nothing had cheered me up. Nothing. I looked at the marshes potatoes, chips and chicken she had got me yet I did not feel like eating nothing. I carried it and placed it back on the bed side table. Lilian’s eyes followed me, while she sat on the chair next to my bed. She had her eyes on me. “You are not going to eat again?” She asked, a little laugh escaped her lips. “I don't want to eat,” I said,
CHLOE. Ethan hadn't been out of his room for a while now. It has been a few days since I got back from the hospital. Grandma and I have gotten so much closer and she trusts me more more. I am only pained that this was caused by the death of Emily. I hated it so much. I wished that a miracle could happen and then Emily would be alive. After cooking for the house, I went and sat in the lobby. I crossed my legs in front of me; staring into the space. All I could think about was him and how he was fairing. That was the only thing that ran through my mind no matter how much I tried skipping the thought. I didn't want to think to myself that I cared about him when in reality I did not. Not after all that he did to me. I couldn't care about someone who almost had me killed. But then I understood that It was because of Emily, his sister. She was his only hope after all. The reason he keeps up with living. After the death of his mother, he blacked out. He didn't want to live anymore. Emil
CHLOE. Grandma was the one who came to wake me up. I didn't realize that I had slept off while sobbing because of the compassion I felt for Ethan. How did I let myself sleep off like that? I got to my feet, grandma watching me. “Did you sleep here all night?” She asked but I did not respond to her. “Sir Ethan is still in there?” I asked. Grandma nodded. “Yes, I even brought this for him to be able to drink something. I am not sure he ate the food that was brought to him last night.” She explained, shrugging. Her eyes glistened with pain. The pain of a mother who watched her son lose himself. She walked to the door and then knocked on it. “I don't want to see anyone!” His voice rang from the room. It had more vigor than the last time I was in his room. This meant that all I said to him yesterday worked. He didn't remain in the same position.I should do more. I looked at Grandma and then grabbed the tray in her hand. Then I placed it on the floor in front of the door. “Let
ETHAN.I almost couldn't believe it, my sister had been talking to her even after all that she had done to us. Even after harming our mother. How could Emily trust her blindly? “Why didn't you tell anyone?” I was angry but then I had to calm my nerves. The way she stared back into my eyes, the glimmer in them sort of made me want to trust that she was telling the truth. She knew that Emily was once deaf, I had never told her that to anyone. She used hearing aids for some time before she was finally able to hear again without them. I had to learn sign language because of her. Chloe Hathway was brilliant, her parents cooked her up for the world. They trained her in many ways. They made sure she was fluent in so many languages, leading up to the sign languages. This was the reason many men wanted her as a wife. Anyone who wants to have someone like her as his woman. She was perfect but then filled with so much pride. She stared back at me with confidence as if I were to believe every
ETHAN. My sister had to choose her. Why did Emily choose her? Was it because she saw that she had truly started to change? That could be the only reason, there were no more explanations. Maybe Chloe was right that Emily was scared of me because of my change in character. I had become cold and distant. I didn't always go into her room. I became different after the accident that caused her to be in a coma. Chloe had truly started to change. I wondered while I was taking a word that night. I was in the house, walking around but then walked through the guard's quarter, there I started to hear them say something to one another. “Yes, she is a good cook. I wish Grandma would allow her to start cooking three meals a day.” “Did you eat the apple pie she made for dessert? Grandma said it was Chloe who made it herself. She is so beautiful and clean and now she knows how to cook so well. No man should ever fumble such a woman!” “I wish that I could have her to myself. But even though she w
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