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
ETHAN. The sex was so hot, I couldn't stop thinking about it. We were both breathing heavily by the time I was done with her. I fell on her side, both of us staring at the ceiling by this time. Then I looked over at her, needing to question her. What happened? Why did she change? Was this the same woman that I knew? It couldn't be the same Chloe Hathaway that I knew. She was different. Everything about her was different. “What happened?” I plopped my head over my palm, my arm supporting my head while I turned on my side, watching her. Right now, we looked like lovers. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes not on me. “What happened?” she asked me and then turned so our eyes met.“You changed.” I let out softly, staring at her. She stood up and started to move away from the bed even when I didn't ask her to. Perhaps I had instilled that feeling into her. I had made her feel like nothing but a sex toy. She stood next to the bed frame, a smile on her face. She grabbed her pants whi
CHLOE.I didn’t want to believe what they said. The maids could have made it all up. They hated me anyway because Grandma trusted me more than she did with them. I had directly gotten a promotion from grandma hence the reason they didn't like me. I turned around to leave but then pumped into the vase behind me which made me gasp. They heard me and then stood to check who had made the noise. Once they popped their heads through the wall and saw that it was me, they hissed. The both of them gave me a long hiss. “You were eavesdropping on us, weren't you?” One of the maids asked. I felt like rebuking her for speaking to me this way. I didn't know why I felt disrespected even though I wasn't a rich woman anymore. Still, a maid who looked like she shouldn't be speaking to me this way. “Nope, I wasn’t. I was walking on my own. Plus, this a free man’s way, if you knew you wanted to gossip then you should have gone in your rooms!” I rolled my eyes. “Look at those jealous eyes, she heard
CHLOE. The next morning, I brushed all the things that happened with Ethan off my mind. I would not be depressed over something like that. I refused to be. I decided to go and visit my mother for the day to avoid seeing Ethan or the maids who I eavesdropped on the day before. I didn't want to have issues with anyone. I just wanted to be on my own. There was no drama left in me to serve. Therefore, I was going to go and see my mother. I had just gotten down the stairs when I saw the maid who was fucking Ethan yesterday. I decided to just walk past her. I did not want to see her face one more time because I might actually get so pissed off and pull her hair until it was off her skull. It was better to act like she didn't know me and I would do the same. I made to walk past her, to reach for the door and exit the house. My cab was already waiting outside for me. I just wanted to leave and be out of this house, I felt so suffocated. But then she didn't get the clue because she stoo
ETHAN. I decided to go back to work today, it had been so long since I stepped into the company since my sister died. Chloe’s words got to me, everything she had kept repeating itself in my head. This way I found myself doing all that she said. Getting dressed for the day, I made my way through the hallway. Right by the stairs, I saw Chloe and Jacinta, the girl I was supposed to have sex with. I didn't hear some of the words but I knew she was talking to her about what happened yesterday and how we didn't have sex. It was all I heard. They separated before I left the house as well. Normally, Chloe was the one who woke me up. She was always in my room in the morning with my breakfast and I had somehow gotten accustomed to it.I was expecting her to do the same for the morning but she didn't. She was angry because of Jacinta? Did she want to become my only sex object? Perhaps I should ask her. But then the last time I asked her, she said she would never, and she hated me. I sighed.
ETHAN. “Chloe hasn't returned home.” Grandma came to me, while I was working in my office back at home. “Since?” I asked and she nodded. I hadn't noticed that she wasn't in the house all this while because I had been busy with work. There was so much work for me to do since I hadn't been in the office for a while. I thought that I had been working all these while hence I could rest. But then it turned out that as a CEO one had to work every time and never rest. There was always a job for me to do. “She went to the hospital to see her mother, the woman has not been responding to treatment,” I explained. Grandma sighed sadly. “Oh, I feel bad for her. Chloe has been going through a lot ever since her father was arrested, things have been hard for her.” I said nothing. “What are you going to have for dinner, Ethan?” She asked. I raised my head, off my laptop. “No, I am not going to have dinner. I am going to take my bath and go to the hospital to see her.” Grandma raised her
CHLOE. I asked the nurse what the man looked like. Who would have come in here to give me the coat? I asked for the description of the man and she trailed off, looking into space. “ Well, he was tall and handsome. He wore this coat and walked softly. He had an aura around him that no one could resist. Even as he walked through the ward, no one stopped him or questioned him.” No one fit that description except Ethan. He was the kind of man who commanded the crowd. Everyone who saw him would want to be like him. They trusted him willingly, he was that kind of man. But then he couldn't have come here. Ethan didn't care about me like that. MWhy would he care if I froze to death? I was wearing an armless shirt and the room was cold. Even the skirt I wore was short. I couldn't bring myself to believe that it was Ethan but then a part of me wanted it to be him. I really did. “Do you know the person I am talking about?” She asked. I shook my head. “Well, it looks like you do. You have
GREYSON. I was shocked when the company called me. At first, I didn't believe them until I read through the documents that were presented to me. The houses were large, and still in good shape. The downside was the roads that led to the house, it was isolated and this was the reason they wanted to sell them at good prices. But then the government was about to build a railway in the environs which meant that the house was going to be worth fifty times the price it was going for today. I was shocked that they didn't even realize it. If they could just wait for two months, they would be able to sell the houses for a bigger price. “Most of the people we contacted didn't have interest in the building so we came to you. Are you sure you can buy these?” The realtor asked while I walked around the building of the house. Everything was in good shape, there was not a thing that was wrong with the houses.“Yeah, I can buy it. I want to buy them all!” I said with excitement. “Uhm, are you sur
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
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