Chloe There are two kinds of people in this world. The first—the ones who take and give in equal measure. If you wrong them, they wrong you back. If you push them, they push harder. These people don’t tolerate injustice. They refuse to sit in silence while someone mistreats them. They fight, not because they want to, but because they have to. Because it’s the only way they could survive in this cruel world. And then there’s the second kind. The ones who only take. They take the mistreatment. The injustice. The pain. They swallow it all down, piece by piece, until it becomes a part of them. They tell themselves it’s better this way. That enduring it is easier than fighting back. That silence keeps the peace, keeps things from getting worse. These are the people who become victims of bullying, of betrayal, of broken promises and one-sided love. The ones who convince themselves that as long as they endure, things will eventually get better. And I, Chloe, have always been one of t
Chloe There was one thing my father was right about. Money makes the world go around. I leaned back against the plush velvet seat, my posture lazy, my fingers tapping idly against the armrest as I gazed down at the woman kneeling before me. Poppy was struggling to keep her forced smile in place as she adjusted the delicate diamond heels on my foot. The shoes sparkled under the store’s bright lights, hugging my slender feet like they had been made just for me. She looked up, her voice tight but polite. "How is this one, ma’am?" I tilted my head, humming thoughtfully, drawing out the moment. “It’s nice,” I mused. Poppy visibly relaxed, her shoulders sinking with relief. But then I smiled and said, “But I don’t like it. Change it.” Poppy stiffened, her fingers twitching slightly against my ankle. The other sales associates busied themselves, avoiding my gaze, as if afraid I would drag them into whatever this was. It had been minutes now. Minutes of Poppy circling the store, sear
Chloe I stared at the rows of dresses in front of me, my expression blank. They were all undeniably beautiful—the kind of elegance that belonged at charity galas and high-society events. But I wasn’t looking for something beautiful tonight. Amy, still fumbling to keep up with me, carefully held out another option. “How about this one, ma’am?” Her voice shook slightly, and I didn’t miss the way she almost tripped over herself in her rush to please me. Her demeanor had changed drastically. Gone was the dismissive sales associate who looked down on me just hours ago. Now, she was looking at me with fear, as if she expected me to snap my fingers and have her thrown out alongside Poppy. I didn’t know what had happened to Poppy after I walked away. And honestly? I didn’t care. My gaze dropped to the dress in her hands, it was a stunning silver-grey gown, classy, refined. The kind of thing my mother-in-law would approve of. I shook my head. Amy swallowed, adjusting her stance. “What ki
Chloe “We have arrived, ma’am.” I didn’t need to be told. The neon lights flickered through the night, casting a dull glow across the street. I stared at them, feeling something shift deep inside me. How had I reached this point? Normally, I would have given up before I even stepped foot into the shopping mall. Normally, I would have told myself it wasn’t worth it. Logan had done so many worse things before—so why was tonight any different? Why was I acting like a fool, refusing to go home and wait for my husband and his mistress like any other day? The thought alone made me clench my purse tighter. I hadn’t realized how stupid I had been all this time. Even a saint wouldn’t have lived the way I had—blind, obedient, weak. And right now, Logan and Amelia were probably expecting me to be home, crying in some dark corner while they laughed and enjoyed themselves. Well. I might as well enjoy myself too. I turned to the driver, who was patiently waiting, his hands resting on the
Chloe The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating through me as I moved to the beat. The VIP section was dim, flashes of blue and purple lights streaking across our skin as we danced. I swayed my hips, my fingers trailing up my curves before sliding into my hair, letting it fall down my back as I rolled my body to the music. Mia twirled beside me, her hands in the air, her laughter spilling out as another girl grabbed her waist and spun her around. A redhead in a leather mini skirt pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine as we laughed together. “Damn, girl,” she shouted over the music. “You sure you don’t do this often?” I shook my head. “First time.” Mia slid an arm around my shoulders, holding up a shot glass with her other hand. “Well, you’re a natural.” She tipped the glass back, downing the liquor before handing me another. “Come on, drink with us, birthday girl.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s not my birthday.” She shrugged. “It is tonight.” I took the
Chloe “Touch what’s mine, and I’ll personally send you to hell.” His words sent a sudden heat between my legs. What the hell? I had no idea my body could react like this from just a few words. Or maybe it wasn’t just the words. Maybe it was the way he towered behind me like a personal bodyguard, ready to cut down anyone who touched me. Maybe it was the way his hand gripped my waist in a possessive way, maybe it was the way he growled those words so close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Anytime I was near this man, my sex drive just shot up. What kind of ridiculous sex appeal was this? It wasn’t normal. “You fucking bastard!!” Otis’ furious voice snapped me out of my daze. He jerked his head up to glare at the man behind me, only for his entire face to drain of color. He looked like he’d just seen the devil. "So confident before. Cat got your tongue now?" “I…. I—” Confusion flickered through me. That reaction was strange. And not just that—the whol
Alexander "Alexander, you’re fucking insane. No, really. How the hell do you even think of these things? It’s like you’re five steps ahead of reality, and then—bam, it actually happens. You’ve got the devil’s mind, I swear." That was Leo’s dramatic outburst before finally getting to the point earlier. I’d heard variations of it so many times before— from my father, from my brother, from just about anyone who had the misfortune of witnessing how my mind worked. "Alexander King, you’re dangerous. A man like you shouldn’t exist." But I never saw it that way. To me, it was just common sense. Observe a situation, assess every possible outcome, and then choose the one that benefits you the most. It wasn’t difficult. People were predictable—especially men who thought they were smarter than they actually were. And from the moment I saw that fool sitting across from me in the office earlier, I knew. There were countless ways this could work in my favor. So many ways Logan White c
Chloe I widened my eyes at his statement. He knew. Of course, he knew. He must have seen the ring. That wasn’t the issue, I was going to tell him after all. Explain everything before jumping into anything with this man. I had always thought Logan and my father were the most calculating bastards in the world, people I had to tiptoe around, careful not to slip up. Careful not to let them find out what I did or who I spent my time with. But this man...it was as if he had pried open my head, taken my brain into his hands, and decided to read every single thought in it. He knew how to corner me into a wall…. literally. No—that shouldn’t even be my concern. The real problem was how my body was reacting right now. His words shouldn’t have sent a shiver down my spine. The heat curling low in my stomach had no right to exist at this moment. But it did. And the worst part? The part I didn’t want to admit? It wasn’t just the attraction—it was the idea that he knew I was married that turn
Alexander I stepped out of the bedroom, towel in hand, dragging it lazily through my damp hair. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, the hem of my boxers peeking out. The door clicked shut behind me, and the two voices that had been echoing through the hallway fell silent. Joshua and Leo stood stiff as statues, eyes pinned to me like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t need to hear their thoughts, their faces said it all. Shock, curiosity, judgment. Pretty much the usual. I headed toward the kitchen, but Joshua stepped in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" “Considering this is my house, shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re still in it?” Joshua narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and tilted his head toward the closed bedroom door. "Don't play dumb. I know your games, Alex. And they don’t work on me. Leo told me everything. Are you seriously going to pretend to be a stripper?” I glanced at Leo, who was scratching the back of his head like a kid cau
Chloe The only sound in the room was the ticking clock and our breathing. I wanted to say something, but it was like my voice had forgotten how to function. I just stared at him, heart pounding, words slipping away. Run away? Was that what he thought I was doing? I wasn’t even sure what I had been trying to do. Maybe I just needed air. Maybe I wanted to avoid the reality of waking up in his bed, naked, tangled up with a man who looked at me like I was both his challenge and his reward. My mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Um… good morning, Alexander. How are you?” God, what a stupid question. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. I looked away quickly, cheeks burning. Seriously, Chloe? This was ridiculous. Since when did I get shy? Where the hell had all that confidence from last night gone? I caught the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in, his eyes locked on mine. “Haven’t you been fucked enough to stop that shyness?” he said, voic
Chloe"You, unfortunate, stupid woman. What have you done?"The voice yelled. I blinked, my vision blurry, and slowly forced my eyes open. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I hadn’t eaten in two days. Even the nurses had stopped trying to convince me."I'm talking to you!" the voice snapped again. "Can't you hear me? Did you lose your tongue like you lost that child?"I flinched, instinctively recoiling. “M-Mother…” I reached out without thinking.A hard slap stung across my hand, and I gasped.“I’m not your mother, you bastard.” She hissed.I bit my dry lips and I stared at Logan’s mother. Her eyes had never held kindness towards me, even right now, she is staring at me with disgust.“She has the nerve to speak,” Layla, my sister-in-law scoffed from behind her. “She should be hiding in shame. Who loses a child and still dares to look anyone in the eye?”“She’s nothing,” his mother continued, stepping closer. “You lost the next heir to the White family. Do you even understand what you’
Chloe I landed on the bed with a soft thud, the air briefly leaving my lungs as I gasped. My eyes snapped open and he was there. God help me. Alexander stood tall at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing that existed in his world. I didn’t know if he truly understood the kind of man he was or maybe he did, and that’s what made him even more dangerous. How many women would kill to be where I was now, to witness what I was seeing? To make a man like him touch them? Shit, his sugar mummy was so fucking lucky. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. Once it was off, he tossed it somewhere across the room. Woah, his body. He looked like he’d been carved by someone who understood beauty at its rawest. Every inch of his skin was toned, hard, and perfect. My throat went dry. My thighs clenched. And still, I couldn’t look away. His fingers moved to the waistband of his black boxers. He pulled them down, and God help me again, because he was
ChloeI struggled to catch my breath, my face flushing red. My body still tingled from the aftershocks of what had just happened.I looked down at him, my gaze hazy with lust. I had never felt this way before, like my body was no longer my own. The most surprising part was that we did it on the counter. The damn kitchen counter. Where people eat.This was reckless, insane, and completely different from what I was used to. Yet, my body still buzzed, and ached for more. I had never felt anything like this before.With Logan, sex had been… nothing. It felt like a chore, and a duty to fulfill. He had never gone down on me like this before. His hands were always cold, his touch mechanical. He never kissed me or made me feel good. And when he did take me, it was never about me, it was about his own pleasure. I had learned to lie still, take what little I was given, and pretend it was enough.But this man had touched me like I was something to be devoured, like he had been starving and I was
Alexander I watched her. I wanted to study her body. To learn every curve, every spot that made her shudder. I wanted to hear her moans when I pushed her past the edge, to feel the way her body clenched around me as she begged for more. I wanted to know how many times she could cum before she forgot her own name, and everything else. She would never run from me again. I would make sure that whenever she came, the only name on her lips was mine. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. She met my gaze, her pupils blown wide, hazy with need. I grabbed the fabric of her dress and dragged it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear before tossing it somewhere across the room. I took her in. White lace. It was simple and innocent, yet it nearly shattered my control the moment I saw it on her. She made me want to lose control. I hated it. But fuck, I wanted her. “Y-you—” she stammered. I pulled her flush against me. “You don’t remember my name, d
Chloe What was going on? No, seriously. What the hell was happening in front of me? Was I dreaming? Had I hit my head on the way here? Or had the horniness finally fried my brain cells beyond repair? Because this couldn’t be real. Why would he cook for me? Even Logan had never done that. Was he trying to impress me? Because if he was, well… it might just be working. I watched as he moved through the kitchen effortlessly, his sleeves rolled up as he reached for ingredients. The way his fingers gripped the knife, slicing through vegetables and onions easily was distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the veins that flexed with every movement of his forearms. Was it normal for a man to look this hot while cooking? Honestly, at this point, I had no idea if I wanted the food or the man. And even though my stomach was protesting against my judgment, every fiber of my body agreed that the man would be better. I wanted to push everything off the counter and pounce on him, and—
Chloe I am fucking horny. No, worse than that. I am aching, throbbing, and shamelessly horny. The kind of horny that makes your thighs clench together for even the tiniest bit of friction. The kind that leaves your panties soaked, your skin flushed, your breath coming out in these tiny, pathetic gasps. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? This fucking man knows it. Oh, he knows. And he’s enjoying every damn second of it. I don’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he’s been teasing me this entire car ride, knowing I’m losing my mind, or the fact that I like it. I barely remember getting into the car. Didn’t care to ask why his supposed sugar mommy had given him a luxury ride with a private driver. Didn’t give a fuck about anything except the growing ache between my legs. His fingers drag slow circles along the inside of my thigh, never going where I need him to. Every time I shift, silently begging for more, he pulls away, only to do it again. I grip his wri
Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co