CHlOE’S P.O.V. Today was my wedding but I am planning to make it the worst day of my life. The maid walked past me in the changing room while I was admiring myself in the mirror. I signaled her to come over and she did, bowing her head as she stood in front of me. “What do you need, ma’am?” She asked. “Nothing much. Take this.” I handed the Bluetooth over to her. She looked at me wondering what I wanted her to do with it. “Why?” She asked. “It's a song for my husband, play it before we say our vows,” I answered, fixing my diamond necklace. I looked beautiful. I have always looked very beautiful. My wedding gown hugged my body beautifully, enhancing my shape. The maid blushed. “Ma’am you have such a perfect life. I envy you a lot,” she said. “Of course, why wouldn't you.” I arranged the golden bracelet around my wrist, carefully. She smiled and then bowed her head before leaving. I felt that she was affected by what I said but I didn't care. Finally, my dad came over. He cup
CHLOE’S P.O.V. I read the message over and over again. It said it was an opportunity for me. I would like a business opportunity but I was skeptical. It looked like a scam, someone was playing tricks on me for sure. At the same time, I prayed in my heart that it wasn't any form of trick. Anyway, I was going to see for myself if it was a trick or scam. I checked the address that had been sent to me online and then found out that the area was in a secluded place and the restaurant wasn't well-known. I didn't flinch though but I needed to be sure my safety was secured. Thereby, I informed the police about my whereabouts and told them I wasn't sure of where I was heading. They instructed me to do some things which I needed to do. That night I thought about the new opportunity. What if it was real? I would be able to get my mommy’s hospital bills paid and also bring my dad out of jail. Whatever Grayson did I would have to undo it. At the same time, my phone beeped. I took my phone
Chloe Pov“I will be your sex toy but you have to help me. You have to help me with all of your might.” I asked. I would rather come back shamelessly to Ethan Holmes than be subjected to humiliation by Grayson who betrayed me, and my family. “What do you mean?” Ethan raised his brows with an unimpressed expression. I could tell he didn't like my tone or the way I had requested his assistance. “You don't get to make demands, Chloe. I make the demands!” He growled, his eyes filled with menace. No one has ever yelled at me, not even when I was now at the lowest point of my life. I clenched my fist, anger rising from my abdomen. And I could feel the urge, the urge to dagger him in the heart. But I couldn't. I just stared at him, my lips did not move an inch. It was terrible. This state was terrible for me. I always talked back but today, I stayed mute. It was humiliating. “Go back and pack your stuff, your job starts from now.” He grimaced and my head snapped to him. “I am not making
CHLOE’S P.O.V.“Chloe, sit on that couch, spread your damn legs, and play with your fucking clit!” He growled, his green orbs pressing wickedly onto my skin. I froze and stared at him as though he had spoken a language I did not understand. He was serious. The severity of his tone shook me beyond what I could fathom. I could feel my body shake like electricity was passing through them. “Are you deaf?!” He boomed, the walls vibrating. It was probably my thoughts, the walls did not really shake. “I can't do it,” I uttered softly. I was still quite shaken by his words. Devastated. If it were possible to run, I would - far away. I didn't want to be here, in the presence of a man like this. His aura spreads fear. “You can't do it?” He asked, raising his brows. Even his question was scary. His tone was dingy and murky. This man knew how to scare a woman and make her feel little. I felt little. He seemed like a damn god, and I felt like a servant who had sinned. However, his way of sa
ChloeI stormed out of Ethan’s room, anger evident on my face. I picked up my dress as I walked out and then didn't it in the hallway. The next second, the crazy bitch who shamelessly fingered herself in front of Ethan walked out as well. Purposely, she walked fast and walked past me before stopping right in front of me which made me pause. “Why are you running? Have you turned a chicken? I thought you were strong, looks like you are just a pathetic bitch.” She poked the last word and I scoffed. “Pathetic bitch? Baby girl, you want me to stoop to your level of shamelessness? Is that what you call being strong? Clearly, you didn't go through the four corners of school. A strong lady would never discredit herself that way. You lost every one of your value in there.” I rolled my eyes in disgust. I didn't think she knew what she looked like to me. “Me? You are here because you need money. Whose value is less? I did that for free but you have a price tag on yourself. He sees you as a s
CHLOE. I couldn't leave, as much as my pride and ego wanted me to. My mom was in the hospital and she was about to die. My ex-boyfriend was still all over the internet claiming a hero he wasn't. There was no way I could leave. I pinched my sides, every part of me was against the decision that I was about to make. As I turned around, I watched my pride leave me. Ethan had a frown etched on his face, signing some documents. I swallowed, my pride tasting sour in my mouth. I walked closer to the desk, trying hard not to spit the venom in my heart at him. The hatred I felt for him right now couldn't be erased by anything. However, I needed help from him. I needed money and he had more than enough to give me. I fell to my knees in front of him, fisting my palm on my knees and biting down on my lower lip. “Help me, please. You are right, and I am sorry.” I begged. I was never wrong. Being rich and beautiful had given me the privilege of never being wrong. People always followed and
CHLOE. I bullied a lot of people back in high school. The boys especially because they were always disrespecting me. They thought that I could date them so they asked me out, cheaply. Mother had always told me to hold myself high, as I wasn't ordinary. Those paupers thought that they could date me which was a disrespect to me and my parents. Mother was the reason I could never show my weakness. She showed me I was better than everyone else. This was good when I had money. Right now, it wasn't for me. Back then, Mom made sure that I hung around rich people and never the middle class like my ex and ex-best friend. I fought for them to be in my life. I convinced Mom that they were good people until she accepted them into our lives. Who knew they betrayed me? Perhaps Ethan was one of the boys I had bullied in high school. Maybe he was seeking vengeance for all I did to him back in high school. However, I couldn't see the reason he would want to kill me like the old woman had said. I
CHLOE. I got on the bed as commanded by him, backing him. Then, I felt him behind me with the sound of belt before something warm pressed against my skin. I fisted the sheet, bracing myself for what was going to happen next. He held both sides of my waist, pulling me closer before he grunted and pressed his dick against my opening. I sighed, fisting the sheet harder. Every part of me trembled with so much pain when he started to push himself into me. I had seen his dick prior to the time I gave him a blowjob. He was huge, and I possibly couldn't be able to take him. It wasn't like he cared. To be honest, I wanted to beg him to stop because he was forcing himself into me. I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth while I begged this would end fast. He hissed behind me, pushing and shoving his dick to expand me. Sweats formed on my forehead as the pain spread through my entire body. He hissed again, hating that I was so tight. He began with a small thrust realizing he couldn't just pene
CHLOE. It suddenly seemed as though I was dreaming, like everything that had been said wasn't real. Maybe I was dreaming? I sat frozen in my seat, my breath caught in my throat. Did I hear correctly? Were my parents’ wealth and properties really being returned to us?Beside me, Ethan’s voice broke through my daze. “Yes, you heard correctly,” he said, his tone calm but with a hint of satisfaction. He seemed relieved, more relieved than I expected he would be. He was staring at me but all that went on in my head was the fact that all we had had been returned to us. The wealth that made me a Hathway was back. Before I could stop myself, I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor, and rushed to find my father. The moment I saw him, I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He was praying and thanking God when I got to him. “Dad,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We did it. It’s all coming back to us.”He hugged me back just as tightly, his voice cracking as he replied,
CHLOE. The final day of trial was here and I couldn't help but feel anxious. Back to the day it started. The day my dad was arrested and jailed. The day everything soiled. All that my father had worked was ruined on that day. And I became the daughter of a fraudster. I kind of had an unsettling feeling. If everything didn't work out today, we were doomed. Father would go back to the jail he just got released from and the rumor that had mostly been buried would shoot up. Today would determine everything. My hands felt clammy as I drove toward the courtroom. My father’s future depended on this, and I could barely breathe under the weight of it all.As I stepped out of the car and headed toward the courthouse, I spotted them—Grayson and Olivia. Of course, they’d show up today. I was expecting to see them. I had rehearsed all this drama in my head before today. “Well, well,” Grayson sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Look who we have here. The runaway bride returns after all th
CHLOE.The table quickly became so weird. I wouldn't lie, I felt so suffocating, having all of them sit with each other. Especially Eli and his inquisitive mind. I hope he won't start asking questions that would make Ethan suspect something. The duo looked alike a lot and this had me scared. However, I felt a wave of relief when David, my friend, decided that it was time for him and Eli to leave. The tension building at the table was almost unbearable. I appreciated the gesture; after all, the longer Eli stayed near Ethan, the more likely he’d notice the uncanny similarities between them as I said earlier. But just as David was about to rise, Ethan leaned back in his chair and spoke, his voice smooth and commanding as always. “You should stay. Eli seems to like it here. Come, sit down. Order whatever you want.”David hesitated, looking at me for guidance, but Eli’s eyes lit up. His hopeful expression tore at my will to make him leave. It wasn’t often that he got to enjoy moment
CHLOE. The dinner was on the second day. I spent the early evening in my room, carefully choosing my outfit. I finally settled on a sleek black dress that hugged my figure in all the right places. It wasn’t overly formal but elegant enough for the occasion. I had barely finished clasping my necklace when Eli walked into the room, his bright eyes lighting up as he saw me.“You look beautiful, Mom,” he said with a big, genuine smile. My son, he would always compliment me. I turned to him, smoothing down the front of my dress. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied, bending down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “What are you up to?”“Nothing much,” he said, watching me with a curious expression. “Are you going somewhere?”Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. I glanced at Eli and smiled. “Let’s go see who it is.”We walked to the door, and when I opened it, David stood there with his easy smile, looking casual and relaxed in jeans and a button-up shirt. “David,” I greeted him, a bit su
CHLOE. I did not expect Ethan to be the man my father was talking about. The good man who had brought him out of prison. The one who had bought this house for him to live in. I did not expect it to be Ethan. I knew Ethan was not nice especially because he hated my gut. Why did he suddenly do nice things for my father? Helped him get out of prison? I couldn't help but wonder as I watched him tell me the details. I had avoided this man only for him to appear in front of me like this with this sort of explanation. His words cut deep, sharper than any blade ever could. “So you didn’t finish the contract but ran away,” he began, his voice cold yet calculated, the same tone I had once known all too well. “You thought you could escape me, but no matter where you run, I’ll always find you.”I couldn’t help but scoff at his arrogance. “Helping my father was your way of achieving your aim, wasn’t it?” he continued. “I’ll go to any length to see my plans through.”I tilted my chin up, forc
ETHAN. Seeing Chloe at Grandpa’s birthday caught me completely off guard. When Grandpa mentioned inviting someone special to sing for him, I didn’t think much of it. He was insistent that no one else could perform but this person. He had said he loved her voice so much, it soothed him. When he said the artiste wouldn't come, I wanted to fight for him. To know who had refused my grandfather. We were weatlhy, there was no amount of money that we weren't willing to pay. Grandfather told me not to fight the artiste as thus could annoy her more and she might never come. Sighing, I gave in to him that day. I didn't know what was so special about the artiste that he didn't want another person to perform at his birthday party. Anyway, it was his birthday hence I respected his wish. Finally, the artiste came and it turned out to be Chloe. Chloe Hathaway was that artiste that my father was so hyped about. Honestly, I was shocked. At first, I thought that I was dreaming and it wasn't real. But
CHLOE. The next day, I was ready to perform at the old man’s house. David and Eli were ready. Eli was still teasing me, saying I wore the same color as David on purpose. It was a big lie. I felt like David wore the same color as me on purpose. “In case you don't know, David loves to copy me.” I teased in return. The car soon arrived and we all got into it. I felt a little anxious, going about the city that I once grew up in. Everything seemed different, it had been seven years since I came here, and the difference was expected. Soon, we arrived at the location. The moment I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but admire the grandeur of the mansion. It was breathtaking, the kind of home that made even someone from my background pause. As wealthy as my family once was, this house screamed power and riches on a whole different level. Old money. I could smell It even from the car. The kind of wealth that could never end. Even bankruptcy. Theft could never end the wealth on here. T
CHLOE. I stared at my father, shock and disbelief swirling in my chest. My breath trembled as I managed to speak, “What’s happening here? Did I somehow die or something?” I touched my body hoping that my hands would pass through it which would show that I had died. Probably there was an accident that claimed my life. He chuckled probably at how dramatic I was and then he shook his head. “No, my princess. I’m not dead and you are not dead. We are both well. Good. And I am alive!” “But then why did I get that information about your death?” I asked, my voice cracking. I felt like the ground had been ripped from under me. I saw the news. His picture was there, and it came from a legitimate source. “I’m sorry, Chloe. There’s a reason I had to do that, but I can’t explain it fully until one person is here,” he said, a heavy weight in his words. “One person?” I echoed, confusion furrowing my brow. “What does that have to do with our communication, Dad? I want to know everything right n
CHLOE. “Mom, we’re going to your home country, right?” My son, Eli, looked at me with his curious eyes, a hint of excitement in his voice. He had always been a bright boy, taking notes of things before I even spoke about them. “Yes, we are,” I replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. But I could see the concern flicker across his face. Like I said, my son was smart—he always knew when something was off.“Is something wrong, Mom?” he asked, his brows furrowing slightly.I shook my head quickly. “No, everything’s fine.” I didn’t want him to worry. Not now. There were things. People back in my home country that I was trying to avoid. However, now I had to put them on hold because of my father. He looked down at the suitcase in front of him, already packing his clothes. “Should I bring everything I have? Just in case?”“No,” I said softly. “We’re only taking a few things. We’ll be back here.” I tried to sound reassuring, but my heart felt heavy. I was working on some