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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Why her
Chloe People always think it’s easy. Easy to walk away. Easy to let go. Easy to do the right thing. Even when I watched movies with Stella and the female lead did something incredibly stupid—something that made no sense, Stella and I would yell at the screen, calling her an idiot, telling her to get her shit together. I never understood. I never saw that it’s hard to do something just because I thought it was simple. What might be easy for one person might be impossible for another. Even now, maybe… maybe I was just making excuses. I pressed my fingers to my temple, feeling the dull throb of a forming headache as Stella’s voice buzzed in my ear. She was still talking, still telling me all the ways Logan was bad for me, still trying to knock some sense into me like she always did. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Stella,” I interrupted, my voice quieter than before. “Can I call you back?” She paused. “…Chloe?” “Everything is confusing me right now. I just… need to thi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-07I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Let’s make you another baby.
Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I wasn’t sure if it was fury or disbelief shaking me. Amelia, the woman my husband claimed he couldn’t live without, smiled like a predator toying with its prey. Her lips curved into a cruel smirk as her eyes swept over me, cold and condescending. She looked at me the way someone might look at something sti
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-06I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I want a divorce
Chloe How had it come to this? How had we fallen so far? Why wasn’t anything going according to plan? I was supposed to be married to the love of my life, have children for him, be the perfect housewife. That was how I was trained, that was how I thought it was supposed to be. So, why? Why was the man I had loved for a long time doing this to me? Once, I had loved him with everything I had. Logan was my first love. My only love. We had been everything to each other as teenagers. I had been willing to sacrifice everything for him. Even when my father threatened to kill him if I didn’t leave him, I had to push him away to save his life. I still remembered the look in his eyes when I coldly rejected him, shattering both our hearts. I hated every second of it, but what choice did I have? My father would have destroyed him. And then, five years later, everything changed. Logan had returned, no longer the poor orphan boy I’d fallen for, but one of the richest men in the country
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-06I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Find a stripper to spend the night with
Chloe “I want a div—” A sharp pain exploded across my cheek before I could even finish. The force of the slap sent me sprawling to the ground, my knees scraping against the floor as I fell. My head pounded, my vision blurred, and my cheek throbbed and I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my lips. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let the tears fall. I pressed my forehead against the cold marble floor, trying to steady my breathing. “Put your head up,” a voice barked, cold and venomous. My chest tightened as I hesitated, but the command was not a suggestion. Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes stinging as I looked up. My older brother, Richard, stood above me, his face twisted in disgust. His sharp features, so much like my own, bore down on me. “Repeat what you just said,” he ordered, his voice quiet now, but that made it even more dangerous. I swallowed hard. I had never gone against my family before. I had known what I was walking into when I came here—known the kind of pe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-06I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper How much for the night, handsome?
Alexander The air reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation. People swayed on the dance floor like they were possessed, women grinding against men as if their lives depended on it. Voices rose over the music as they flirted shamelessly with every man. Men who craved attention, surrounded by women who wouldn’t normally even look at them if they met outside, were happy and excited at the chance of touching a beautiful woman, even if what they wanted was to suck their pockets dry. How pathetic. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and closing my eyes, letting out a slow breath. What the hell was I doing here again? This place wasn’t my type of scene. The flashing lights, the chaos, the cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air. Annoying. Yet, here I was, sitting in the private section like a king presiding over a court of fools. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd lazily. Then, out of nowhere, a woman walked toward me, her hips swaying deliberately, a glass of wine in
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-06I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper A Greek god
Chloe I swayed my hips, moving to the beat like a crazed woman. The music pulsed through my body, and I let myself get lost in it. I shook my body, my hair whipped around my face, my dress flowing with my movements, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was smiling. The people around me clapped, clearly enjoying the energy I brought. I laughed as the women I'd joined on stage moved together with me like we were old friends. We danced like we owned the stage, like this was our moment, and nothing else mattered. I spun around, my arms raised high above my head. This was so fucking fun!!! But not everyone was happy. I caught the irritated expressions of a few men in the crowd, their gazes flickering over me in disdain. No doubt they would rather have someone sexier, someone who fit their fantasies, dancing on stage—a perfectly sculpted, half-naked woman. Certainly not someone like me. Like hell I care. Fuck them all. They get what they get. Greedy little cunt
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-14I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Your dick is pressing into me
Alexander “How much for the night, handsome?” I’d heard plenty of absurd things in my life. After all, people had a knack for saying stupid things without thinking, as if words just spilled out of their mouths before their brains caught up. But those things had never once gotten a reaction out of me. I was far too busy, too indifferent to care about people that didn't matter. And they never crossed the line—they never dared to. They cherished their lives. But never—never in my damn life had someone said those words to me before. Never have I had those degrading words thrown at my face without a second thought. Never had a woman looked at me like I was a piece of meat, as if she wanted nothing more than to have her way with me. The audacity. The sheer audacity. Does this woman have a death wish? The corner of my mouth twitched in annoyance. She looked up at me and smiled—a bold, infuriating smile that made my jaw tighten. She didn't even seem to care about the way my e
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-14I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Touch yourself
Chole One word. Big. Damn, he was big. Trust me, I knew. Rather, I felt it—the hard, solid evidence beneath me, pressing against my thigh. Something hard, something big. It made my heart race, and I wanted so badly to remove the stupid clothes separating us. Forget it, this man beneath me was perfect. A stripper who’s big? That’s an extra bonus. The heat coursing through my body took over everything else—name it: common sense, decency, shame. They were all gone, thrown into the trash. I didn't even want to waste another second on small talk. I wanted to stop this back-and-forth and head straight to a bedroom, somewhere private where I could have my way with him. How good would it be if he was half-naked, entertaining me, moving for me. My pulse quickened at the thought. My body was already aching for more. I looked down at him. He had to be feeling the same thing I was, right? I mean, that evidence poking me was clear. Even though his expression was cold, like he wanted noth
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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Why her
Chloe People always think it’s easy. Easy to walk away. Easy to let go. Easy to do the right thing. Even when I watched movies with Stella and the female lead did something incredibly stupid—something that made no sense, Stella and I would yell at the screen, calling her an idiot, telling her to get her shit together. I never understood. I never saw that it’s hard to do something just because I thought it was simple. What might be easy for one person might be impossible for another. Even now, maybe… maybe I was just making excuses. I pressed my fingers to my temple, feeling the dull throb of a forming headache as Stella’s voice buzzed in my ear. She was still talking, still telling me all the ways Logan was bad for me, still trying to knock some sense into me like she always did. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Stella,” I interrupted, my voice quieter than before. “Can I call you back?” She paused. “…Chloe?” “Everything is confusing me right now. I just… need to thi
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper The past is exactly where it belongs
Chloe I poked at my food absentmindedly, barely paying attention to it. My appetite had vanished the moment we sat down. “Why aren’t you eating?” I looked up, meeting Logan’s gaze. His fork rested on his plate, untouched, as he stared at me. Before I could answer, his gaze flickered to my plate. “You don’t think I asked them to poison your food, do you?” My fingers tightened around my fork. Well, that could be a possibility. Logan wasn’t exactly above doing something like that. He could have gotten tired of me and wanted me out of the picture so he could have Amelia and any women he wanted all to himself. Or maybe he was finally bored of tormenting me. But instead of letting me go, he decided to speed up the process and send me straight to the afterlife. Instead of showing how suspicious this whole thing was, I forced a smile and shook my head. “I’m just not that hungry. I don’t really eat much at night. Your mother wouldn’t like it if I gained more weight.” Logan paused, his
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper The scorpion and the frog
Alexander I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the familiar burn slide down my throat. My expression remained indifferent as I stared at nothing in particular. Someone was talking, but I had long since tuned them out. A loud smack against the table snapped me back to the present. The impact made the plates rattle, and I lazily lifted my gaze to see Joshua glaring at me, his hand still pressed against the table. "Let me guess, you zoned me out again," he said. I took another sip of my drink and hummed. "Correct." Like I said, sometimes it wasn’t intentional, sometimes my mind simply decided what was worth listening to and what wasn’t. And, as usual, Joshua fell into that category. He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You're a lost cause, Alexander. Sometimes I think God blessed you with a perfect face and a genius brain, but he completely skipped the part where he was supposed to give you emotions. You have zero EQ." He turned to Leo, who was sitting beside
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper What was going on?
Chloe You are insane. Totally insane, Chloe. Save this marriage? Why would you even think something like that? Are you fucking dumb? I shook my head, trying to force the thought away. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew better. I knew Logan would never love me again. He would never look at me the way he used to. To him, I was nothing more than a wife in title. I was a trophy to parade around when it benefited him. So why… why was I still trying to fix something that had already shattered beyond repair? I sighed, running a hand down the blue dress I had just tried on. It was elegant and modest, with delicate embroidery tracing the hem and sleeves. The material hugged my waist perfectly before flowing down into a graceful A-line skirt. I turned to leave the dressing room, ready to show Logan if he approved of what I was wearing when I heard hushed voices outside. "Did you see her? Why would someone like him be married to someone like her? I can't believe it. He is way too go
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I could still save this marriage
Chloe I handed the driver the fare, but he simply shook his head. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. You need it more than me," he said with a sympathetic smile before driving off. I stood there, blinking. Wait… what? What did he mean by that? Did he think I was broke? Well… okay, that was technically true, but I could still pay for my own damn ride. So why would he— I paused. Was this because I said I was picking something out for my husband’s mistress? I groaned, rubbing my temples. That was just a joke! I only said it because he was being nosy and making assumptions. But no, he just had to turn it into a pity party. As if I was some helpless, pitiful woman who couldn’t even afford a taxi ride. Unbelievable. Shaking my head, I shoved the money back into my purse and turned to face the department store. It was massive—just like every other King Department Store across the world. I’d never really been a fan of shopping for clothes. Not because I didn’t like them, but because… w
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Cat got your tongue?
Chloe I slid the picture across the glass counter, pushing it toward the woman. "Here, can you get something like this?" She leaned in, studying the picture closely. My heart pounded as I waited, silently praying for the answer I wanted. But then, she straightened and gave me a polite smile. "I'm sorry, ma’am, but we can’t make the exact same ring. This piece was customized by an expert. We don’t have the capacity to replicate it exactly. Maybe you should try another shop." I pressed my fingers to my temple, a headache forming. This was the fourth jewelry store that had told me the exact same thing. After leaving the cafe, I’d spent the entire day searching, going from one place to another, hoping someone could duplicate the wedding ring. But no one could. I swallowed hard. If I couldn’t replace it soon, someone in the house would notice—especially my mother-in-law. And if she found out… I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the counter. She wouldn’t only going to s
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I had just invited the devil into my home
Logan Present time I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. Why? Why was I remembering this after all these years? I didn’t know why something I had long forgotten suddenly resurfaced. The moment the words left Alexander’s mouth, it was as if every feeling I had spent years burying came rushing at me. It made me uneasy. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t deny that Chloe had done a lot for me. She had cared for me. She had fought for me. Even though, in the end, she had admitted she never loved me, that it was all pity. That she had only stayed because I was a poor orphan who had no one. It was all a game to her. "Mr. White, are you daydreaming? How disappointing." Alexander indifferent voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. "It was just a simple question," he continued lazily. "You did say you were happily married, didn’t you? So it shouldn’t take you this long to respond." I lifted my gaze. Alexander sat in his chair like a god, completely at ease, as if he had a
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Logan "Logan, if the boy’s family doesn’t forgive you, they’ll press charges. And you can say goodbye not only to your life at this school but to your entire future. Joshua’s parents have power with the authorities. They can ruin you. Why would you do something you are not supposed to do? Do you think you are something now that you go to this school? No, Logan you are still a poor orphan with nobody backing you up. You are nothing." The words echoed in my mind as I walked into the girls’ dormitory. Luckily, it was school hours. The hallways were empty. No one saw me slip inside. Not that I cared. None of it mattered right now. I knew she didn’t attend classes during exams. Chloe preferred to study alone, locked away in her room. I remembered her room number. It wasn’t hard to find. I turned the handle. It wasn’t locked. So I stepped inside. As expected from a school this prestigious, the dorm room was grand. It could easily fit seven people at once, yet she had it all to herself.
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’m going to kill this bastard
Logan Eight years ago My head pounded, my vision blurred, but I didn’t stop reading. I forced my eyes to focus on the text, trying to absorb the words, but the moment I read them, they slipped from my mind. At some point, the letters began to blur together, and it only made my headache worse. Tomorrow was my last exam, and if I failed, I’d lose my scholarship. Without the scholarship, I wouldn’t make it to the next semester. And if I didn’t make it to the next semester… I’d lose everything I had worked for. I’d be done. To make things worse, the subject was the one I hated the most. History. I mean, who on earth actually liked history? It was like being forced to gossip about dead people from centuries ago. My own life was already a mess, I didn’t have the time or energy to care about someone else’s from a hundred years back. I exhaled, flipping to the next page, forcing my brain to absorb the formulas in front of me. The prestigious school I attended didn’t care how hard I wor
