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
DAMIEN. After parking my car, I walked over to the doctor’s office as he had sent a nurse to call me over to his office. He wanted to tell me things about Grandma. I didn't know why I had been avoiding going to see her. I was scared of what she would say. The questions that I had to ask her, I didn't know what her answer would be. I didn't want her to tell me she knew she was my mother all along but then she watched me struggle. It would break my heart. Maybe she didn't long for me as much as I did her. Getting to the doctor’s office, he got to his feet and then bowed to me out of respect for me. I went and sat before him and then he picked a file that had grandma's name on it. He went through the file and then I saw his eyes round. He raised his head back to me with a disapproving look. “What is wrong?” I asked. “Well,” he paused and then swallowed. “The files state that she has amnesia right now which means she can't remember anything. She hit a major part of her head and th
CHLOE. If my death was going to make him happy then I was ready to die. I would gladly die for him to be happy. I was the one who made him lose his smile, it was just right that I would be the one to bring back that smile. He tightened his grip on my neck, and I shut my eyes to let it happen. Then his voice sounded, “If you think that I am going to give you the easy way out then you are lying to yourself!” He growled at my face and then let me go. “I am sorry.” I let out once more. “No, you are not sorry. You are poor and helpless. If you were still rich, you would still be prideful. The same person that you have always been. Don't make it seem like the apology is from your heart!” He growled at my face. I felt so much pain down to my feet. My eyes ached from so many tears. I felt nervous in the belly. I wish that he could see that I was telling the truth. I would never harm a person in that manner. I was proud and I spoke to people in harsh ways but then I would never hurt
ETHAN. Talking to Matilda about my mom only brought back the emotions that I had been keeping in. The death of my mom took a big toll on me. The only reason I became this way was because of the death of my mother. Things instantly changed in my life. Even in my sister’s life. The death of my mother really ended a lot of things in my life. It had been hard, very hard to get things done. I had to put all of my energy into work. I became a shadow of myself, someone that I didn't recognize anymore. I hated it so much. I didn't like that all I did was work. But then there was nothing that could keep me distracted better than work. I left Matilda at the pool and went to my sister’s room where she had died. I got into the room and the smell of disinfectant rushed to my nostrils. Grandma had cleaned the room thinking that it was going to help me move on. It didn't. I only used work to cover everything up. I used to work in self-defense. A distraction from the real thing. I became a c
CHLOE. I couldn't believe my ears. This had to be a misconception. How would I kill a person? A human? I couldn't have done that. I had pride, I wasn't an assassin. I raced through the rooms until I arrived at the kitchen where Grandma was in. She was stocking up the kitchen, food, and many more. I grabbed one of the apples because I suddenly started to crave one. I noticed that these days, I had been craving food I wouldn't normally eat. Irresistible hunger, I had to eat. If I didn't eat, I would become so angry and uncomfortable. These are the things that I had noticed and things that I did. “Grandma,” I called, washing the apple in the sink. She glanced at me, smiled, and looked back at the refrigerator. She was wearing a ground-length gown. It was more of a knitted wear. I couldn't help but question if she had knitted it herself. It looked very beautiful. “Grandma, I have a question,” I asked. “What question?” She asked me, stacking up the bottled water in its section.
CHLOE. I had been nauseous for days now, feeling irritated at the smell of anything. It had been tough doing anything in general. I have had so many difficulties getting my daily routine done. It had been hard and I knew that I had to tell Ethan about the baby already. Matilda had been around him all this while. She had been following him, everywhere he went she was always there. I knew I had to stop postponing telling him and do it as soon as possible so that we could make our decisions. Although I knew that he could never accept the baby. However, I couldn't have an abortion. It wasn't good for me. Mom had warned me never to get an abortion. At that time we were rich and she always warned me never to get an abortion. I knew the complications that came with abortions. I guess this was the reason my mom made me help around in the hospital back then. All of the things that I knew until this day, it was my mother who helped me and put me through all of it. My mother was my te
ChloeI was so upset that I turned on the bed over and over, not able to nap. I didn't also feel the need to get up. But then when it occurred to me that I could go and meet Grandma and ask her about the new girl and who she was to Ethan, I jumped instantly and went to the kitchen. Getting to the kitchen, I saw Grandma prepping the ingredients we were going to use in preparing the next meal. I went to her side and started to help her with the things that I could. “Do you need something?” She asked with it raising her head to me and then I nodded because I truly needed something from her. She must have noticed that I only came to the kitchen when I didn't have anything to do just to ask her some questions.“Uhm, maybe.” I raised my eyes and she gave me a knowing nod. She knew I wanted something from her yet she didn't act like I was disturbing her. She looked like she was ready to listen to me anytime and day. I loved this about Grandma even though the first time I came here, she did
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