ETHAN. Patrick did a fast Job, he must have learned well from Lucas. One of the reasons I love Lucas is because of his quick way of delivering jobs. He was the kind of guy who did the clean job. With him, I had no issues. I feared that no one would be able to match up to Lucas but looking at Patrick and how fast he was able to find Grayson, I knew that I had found the perfect man again. He organized some of the guys and then we were soon on our way to Grayson’s house. The bastards were loving in one of the homes of Chloe. Yes, a house Chloe built herself. He was shameless. Yet, he insulted her whenever he got the chance. Without Chkoe he would have been rich or even found a job. I knew this much because I did thorough research on Chloe. I knew a lot about her. I knew that she went to Harvard and studied business and she came out with a distinction but I didn't think that it was real. I thought that she had worked it with money and influence until she did some work for me. Chloe was
CHLOE. He stared at me gently, the glimmer in his eyes was soft. He looked like he was staring at his daughter lovingly. He had the gaze of a man who was in love. The first time that I saw him, he didn't seem like this, he looked mean and aggressive. As though he wanted nothing but to strip me naked and then force me to dance in front of all of them. He was the kind of man to do such a thing. I didn't know why I felt fear of being with him. I felt some other kind of emotions that I couldn't decipher. He had eyes on me. “You don't have to give me a proper answer now, you can take your time and think about it. I am not rushing you. You can also get to know me. Be with me and I will take care of you.” He smiled. The way he smiled was different from that of Ethan, he looked like he was happy to have me close to him. His eyes were sincere too but I didn't know how to relate with it. The first time that I saw him, he was mean, he didn't look like he cared about anyone but himself. He
CHLOE. It had been six days since I started to live in this house. I had stayed here for that long. I had been taken care of by the maid and living a life of luxury as I used to. There was no fear that someone would barge into my room and have sex roughly with me. I hadn't seen Katherine and that alone was a relief that I enjoyed. I liked it so much yet I felt like I was being restricted regardless. Damon wouldn't let me go. He said that he didn't want me to go anywhere. He locked me up in the room and house. The guards wouldn't even let me go beat the front door. They were stationed there. They were stationed everywhere in the house. Ethan allowed me to go out probably because he knew that I couldn't leave and needed his money for my mother’s treatment. Speaking of my mother I wondered how she was doing. I wanted to go and see her badly. It had been long since I last saw her. Therefore I thought that I could go and meet the maid and ask her to let me leave. Then, I will be back be
Third point of viewDamon was very upset after what Ethan said about Chooe not allowing any other man to touch her because of her pride. This made him want her more. He wanted nothing but to be able to have her next to him and fuck her and then he would send the video to Ethan to show him that Chloe was untouchable after all and he had conquered her. Although he knew that he had to take things slow. He couldn't just behave anyhow around her. She wasn't like other girls, she was actually very different and could not be persuaded easily. He went back to the house and just before he dropped from his car, his phone rang. The call was from his fiancee, the one that he was going to get married to. The girl had started to live in his house and they were soon going to be married. The house that he had placed Chlie in was nothing but a penthouse. Even his friends didn't know about the penthouse. He was the only one who knew about the house. “Yes?” He picked up the phone and placed it on hi
Damon didn't care about what she was saying. They were in the maid's room; hence, there was nowhere Chloe could come over, although Chloe knew about the place already because she had come to see the maid earlier in the day.“Why did you do that? Where did you go to?” He didn't stop strangling her neck. He made sure that she felt every fucking pain and she cried because the pain was not durable. She found it hard to breathe yet she could not run away from his grip. She even struggled to speak back to him because of how scared she was. Her body was breaking with pain. “Tell me where you went!” He shouted and she flinched back. “I didn't go anywhere, I only went and collected the perfumes Chloe wanted. She said that she didn't like some of the ones you got and then named a specific one that she always wore. I... I went to collect it for her.” She struggled to speak. Only after did he let her go. Tears slid down her cheeks after he had allowed her to go. Her body was already shaking be
CHLOE. The next day, I walked over to the kitchen because I needed to see the maid and tell her about my new decision and what I had decided to do now. There was only one plan that I had in mind. That was to get my family back on track, I wanted nothing more than that. To be honest, I didn't have feelings for Damon. All I knew was that he was a nice man and he would use me for what I was about to do. I knew that I could also use his influence to get Ethan off my back. Breaking off a contract with Ethan was never going to be easy but withFamon, I was sure that it would be. I went to the kitchen and called the maid countless times but she didn't answer me. She was right there in the kitchen standing next to the island and when I called her, she didn't respond to me. It seemed to me that she was lost in thought so I went over and tapped her by the waist. After I tapped her on the waist, she winced and then glared at me. She looked like she was in pain. “What happened to you?” I ask
ETHAN. Getting to the hospital, I rushed toward the ward to go and see Chloe's mom. When I got there, I saw a girl, Inna's maid uniform, in the room talking to the mother. She was a maid, how come she was with Chloe's mother? I knew that all of the maids had disappeared after they lost their homes and riches. Who was this girl? I wondered as I stared at her speak to the mother of Chloe. I knew that she didn't have family aside from her husband and her daughter, Chloe. She grew up in a poor and abusive home hence her dissociation. She worked her ass off day and night and this was the reason she became mean to poor people. To her, they were lazy, and this was why they remained poor. She believed that everyone should work hard for their money. This was how she trained Chloe with such a mentality. This was the reason Choe did not have any regard for the poor. She had always thought that it was their fault that they were poor. She believed that if they had worked harder they would be ri
CHLOE. I thought to myself that I was making the right decision even though it felt like I wasn't. I really needed Damon’s influence to be able to get back the life that I used to have. I did not love him, nor did I think that I would want to marry him, but this needed to be done. I needed to be done with it I really wanted to have my previous life back. Plus, it was better than being stuck with Ethan who didn't care about me at all. This was right. It wasn't that hard and Damon was also a sweet soul. He was better than the bastard Grayson that I wanted to marry. He was better. This was the way I talked myself through all of the bad feelings that I had. Many thoughts crossed my mind, the good and the bad. Still, I was excited because this was going to be the beginning of a new life for me. I would be back to controlling and being respected. Then I could finally have the time to find those who had conspired to ruin my father. The marriage wasn't even going to be long, it was goi
DAMIEN. Spinning her around, she was nothing but a middle-aged woman. She looked stunned when she saw me, her mouth flying open while she stared deeply at me. “Alpha.” She called, shocked to see me. My eyes fell to her hand, she had nothing there, no bag. Nothing which meant that she didn't carry the bag like I had presumed. I looked around again maybe I could see any other person but there was no one. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She said nothing, she dropped her gaze. “Why are you not speaking?” I asked. “Because…” She paused, reluctant. “What? Tell me, I am your Alpha,” I said. She scratched the back of her head before sighing and giving in. “I am tired of life, Alpha. I trusted a man who took so much from me. I was so stupid to have believed him. I already lost so much!” She half sobbed. Her demeanor had changed too. “So what did you come here to do? Plant some money?” I gave her a stare that made her chuckle, lighting up the mood like I wanted. “No. I... I want
Chloe“Do you have an idea of the reason she kept the secret from you?” Patricia asked, her eyes still wide open after I told her who my biological mother was. Her face had been completely stunned for a while now. “No. But then I have been thinking that she doesn't know about it either. There is no way she would have watched me struggle to know my biological mother when she was there all along. Titus suggested it and I read sense into it as well.” “Oh, yeah.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Right now, I am praying to the moon goddess that she gets better quickly to enable me to have answers to all my questions. I really needed to ask her a lot of questions,” I said, looking away when I remembered that I had asked her to do something for me. I turned to her, she was playing with her well-painted fingers now. “What about the research on Rachel’s family? Have you figured out them like I asked?” I turned to her. I had been bothering my Beta lately even when he had external pack
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
CHLOE. His tongue went up my clit, brushing a long thin line on there. Damn, it felt like the best thing in the world. Every part of me started to shake, betraying me and showing him that I enjoyed everything he was doing. I didn't want to touch him or run my hand in his hair but then I couldn't help it. I had to touch and feel anything other than letting my hands hang in the air. It was discomforting. Hence I let my fingers into his air, drawing a thin line, and moving it around his hair. He began to move faster on my clit, moving back and forth, deeper and faster. It felt like heaven, every part of me starting to shake. I could feel my juice at the tip, about to explode from me. I shut my eyes, and my mouth, pinning over the other. “Ah, god, Yes! It feels so good. Fuck. Yes!” I kept shouting, trying not to scream at the top of my lungs. I was trying hard not to act out of control. I didn't want him to see how much he had an effect on me. Suddenly, he raised his head, his
CHLOE. I could still feel his touch on me. His dick in my cunt, fucking me. I had not been able to get the way he fucked me in the back of the car out of my head. I had tried over and over to be able to stop thinking about yet, yet it proved futile. I tried to use the book and that didn't work especially because the male lead and female lead were attracted to each other. It only worsened my case and my horniness. Seeing that I couldn't get it out of my head, I decided that I was going to get myself fucked by him. That should be easy since I was his sex slave. I was naked so I wore the robe and tied the belt securely. I didn't bother washing my cum off. I could already feel his cock penetrating me, god, my body was all giddy at the thought. I got out of my room and then headed for his room. Getting to the door, I pushed up my boobs, making sure it was on display. I had perky and full-chest boobs, I didn't have a problem seducing him. I couldn't just wait to have him, his thick dic
When he asked me to move to the back, I did. I crossed over and then pulled my gown upward. He mirrored my action until I was on top of him, his dick still erect and directed at my face. I tuck myself into the seat sideways then lean over and swirl my tongue around his tip, earning myself a gasp and another twitch as I then slide my tongue along the spine of his cock, hoovering him into my wet, hot mouth. He tastes wonderful, so clean and ready to get dirty.I didn't know if he was going to moan. If he loved what my mouth was doing but I didn't stop to check. He was so thick as I grasped his stem and mouth-fuck him without shame. The vehicles passing did not deter me. The sound of their cars and the horns here and there did not stop me. I knew that Ethan’s car was blinded and those outsides couldn't see what was going on in inside. I didn't fret. I kept bobbing my head up and down and taking him deep into the back of my throat. I didn't know why I was doing all these. Why I didn't st