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. 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. 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
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. 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
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.
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. 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
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