CHLOE. I wanted to tell him badly, that I was carrying his child but then who would want the same woman who caused the death of his mother and his sister? I have subjected him to nothing but pain. Hence I thought of a lie. “I was thinking about something,” I said silently and then stepped out of the room even before he told me to. I had walked to the door, picked up my dresses, and then stepped out of the room. On my way to my room, I saw Matilda walking toward me. She was shocked to see me, probably surprised that I was walking out of Ethan’s room. She stopped in front of me and then placed one hand on the side of her waist. She looked at me with disdain, her eyes scanning me like I had dirt all over my body. “Why are you coming out from Ethan’s room,” she asked with disdain. I sighed tiredly as I wasn't ready to have a battle with her. I did not need her to insult me as I had already had enough from Ethan and myself. “Perhaps you should go in there and ask him. Could you l
CHLOE. I walked out of the kitchen after warming up the water for the morning. My stomach had been aching, I felt like the whole juggling and ramming was too much for the child. I got some vitamin C for the child. Resting against the sink in my kitchen, I couldn't help but think about yesterday and how much Ethan showed that he hated me. It had been long since I felt such hate from him. He grabbed my neck and squeezed me so hard that I could feel his fingers in my skin. I brought it back, the hatred that he had for me, was me who brought it back. Or Matilda. I wonder why she hated me so much. I didn't even do anything to her but she had done nothing but show me how much she despised me. I sighed and dropped the cup I used in the sink before going to grab a table of water from the fridge. With this, I left the kitchen with one small bottle of water in my hand. At the same time, Matilda started to approach me. She was wearing a pink loungewear. It was a designer brand, Fashion Nova
CHLOE. Ethan made sure he followed me into the hospital. He wasn't even someone that I could say no to. The doctor attended to us first despite the others who had arrived before us. All the necessary things needed for the test were taken from me. I felt so much fear as the nurse moved around and took these things from me. I was so scared that they would tell Ethan what was wrong with me. A part of me was relieved the child would also be checked out. I really wanted to know how my baby was doing. To be sure the rough sex did not affect it. The nurse kept looking at me and it seemed she already knew what was wrong with me. We were in the doctor's office when he came in with a file. “Mr Ethan, congratulations!” He announced. My heart skipped a beat. I was in deep trouble. He would know. Ethan was going to know and he would tell me to abort the child. He would tell me to leave his house after. Just what if I die after aborting the baby? I was in deep trouble. My mother's bills stil
CHLOE. Ethan made sure he followed me into the hospital. He wasn't even someone that I could say no to. The doctor attended to us first despite the others who had arrived before us. All the necessary things needed for the test were taken from me. I felt so much fear as the nurse moved around and took these things from me. I was so scared that they would tell Ethan what was wrong with me. A part of me was relieved the child would also be checked out. I really wanted to know how my baby was doing. To be sure the rough sex did not affect it. The nurse kept looking at me and it seemed she already knew what was wrong with me. We were in the doctor's office when he came in with a file. “Mr Ethan, congratulations!” He announced. My heart skipped a beat. I was in deep trouble. He would know. Ethan was going to know and he would tell me to abort the child. He would tell me to leave his house after. Just what if I die after aborting the baby? I was in deep trouble. My mother's bills stil
MATILDA. “How do you intend to make him fully mine?”I asked staring at the young man in front of me. He was eating the chicken he had ordered like he hadn't eaten in days. I knew he was going through financial difficulties but then I wasn't expecting him to be so particular about food. “I thought we made it clear that it was your part, not mine. I just need you to make sure that he never looks at her again. This way he would drop all of the protection he built over her and I could get my properties back from her.” He explained. I chuckled.“Do you think that Ethan is someone that could be easily influenced? Have you forgotten that he had a rigid mind? Even while I was dating him, the relationship was based on sex, nothing more.” He raised his eyes and our gaze met. He had sauce all over the side of his mouth. I couldn't believe that I sat in front of him and was speaking to him. I just needed to get Ethan back, nothing more. I needed that bitch Chloe to be out of sight and this
CHLOE. Grandma’s question made my hands tremble as she sat across from me in my bedroom. Grandma's eyes were sharp and knowing. Of course, she was an older woman. She could easily detect me and my pregnancy icks. “You’ve been acting a little different lately and this is the reason I came to the conclusion that you are pregnant,” Grandma said, her voice laced with curiosity and concern. I kept silent, unable to speak. I didn't know how to deny. I stiffened. My heart was racing but I could only cover it up with a nervous smile. “Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?”“Is there something you want to tell me, darling?” She asked as I kept silent, only smiling, but it felt strained. There was no escaping it now. I had been careful in order not to arouse suspicion. Grandma was not the type to be easily deceived. She was an older woman who knew more things than I did. “How could I be pregnant?” I asked, touching the back of my head which I knew could easily put me out there. She would ea
CHLOE. I stood at the edge of Ethan’s study, my heart thudding in my chest probably because of the scene with grandma or the one with Matilda. I really could say what made me feel so nervous. The door was slightly open, and I had no choice but to step inside. He did not raise his head as I stepped in. He did not care about me. I touched my belly unconsciously once more, a habit I needed to stop in order not to be detected. I still did not know what to do with myself. How to keep Grandma from telling Ethan? The doctor had even told me to tell Ethan. I wouldn't let his license suffer for my predicament. I sighed as I stepped closer to him, the quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, but that didn’t ease the tension in the air which only I seemed to feel. Ethan was sitting at his desk, engrossed in something on his laptop. His posture was relaxed, yet somehow still commanding. I could feel the weight of his presence even without him looking at me. His gaze was fixed on
MATILDA. The tension I felt knowing that Chloe and Ethan were together doing only God knows what. I knew they working on the project but then it could lead to more than that eventually. I felt so much anger.My mind was disturbed at the thought of it. I felt turmoil and the need to have her sent out of this house because I wanted my man back. The mere thought of her stung me and the fact that she could easily sway Ethan to her side disturbed me more but then I wouldn't allow it. Katherine did hers and got away with it. This time, I would fight even though Chloe was a bigger threat. I pretended to be in the hallway where Ethan usually worked whenever he was tired in his office. I plugged in both of my earbuds yet did not play any music. It was the best way to fool them so that they wouldn't know I was listening to what they were saying to each other. They even whispered some words and I had to strain my ears to hear them. Although I didn't hear a lot, I’d overheard just enough to k
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