Novels by nkemvictoria782

MICHEAL’S POVThe next morning, I sat in my study, my attention fixed on the documents scattered across my desk.The room was quiet except for the occasional ticking of the antique clock against the wall. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, the events of the previous night returned to haunt me.Chloe. The way she had looked at me. The way she had tried to hide her pain behind that calm expression. There was something about her I couldn’t understand, something that made it difficult to push her out of my mind.A soft knock sounded on the door.“Come in.” The door opened, and Adrian walked in with a thick brown file in his hand. He closed the door behind him before approaching my desk.“I have it,” he said.I looked up from the documents.“The information you asked for?” He nodded and placed the file in front of me. “Everything I’ve managed to gather so far.”I opened it slowly.“Chloe’s family has been treating her badly for years,” Adrian began. “From what I’ve discovere

Chloe’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection; I hardly recognized myself. My white wedding gown hugged my figure elegantly before flaring beautifully toward the floor. The fitted wedding dress graced my shape, while delicate details across the fabric gave the dress an expensive, sophisticated appearance.My long veil flowed behind me, stretching several feet across the floor.My makeup was soft and elegant. My eyes were subtly defined, My lips carried a gentle shade of pink, and my complexion looked flawless beneath the soft glow of the lights.My dark hair had been styled into an elegant updo, with a few delicate strands framing my face beneath the veil, I looked like a bride from a fairytale.But beneath the beauty, I was terrified. Today, I was becoming Michael’s wife.The church was filled with guests.Soft music floated through the enormous hall as everyone waited for the bride. Then the doors opened; I stepped inside. My long veil trailed behind me, spre

Micheal’s POVChloe walked quickly down the hallway, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and the room she had just passed. She didn’t notice I was standing farther down the corridor.I had seen her. I had watched the way her expression changed after she heard the voices behind the closed door. I had noticed the brief pain in her eyes before she forced herself to walk away. But she never looked back. She entered the banquet hall. A second later, she accidentally bumped into a passing server. The tray in his hands tilted, and a glass of wine spilled all over Chloe’s dress.“Oh my God!”The entire hall turned toward her. Whispers immediately filled the room. “Isn’t she always so clumsy?”“She just embarrassed herself in front of everyone.”“Poor girl.” Chloe lowered her eyes, fighting the humiliation burning across her face. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the server stammered. Before she could respond, I appeared beside her. My expression instantly silenced the room. I remove

Chloe’s POVThe next morning, breakfast was unusually quiet. I sat at the table, staring down at my untouched plate.My father cleared his throat. “Chloe, there’s something I need to—”“I’ll do it.” Everyone at the table froze. My father looked at me. “Do what?” “Marry Michael.”My stepmom’s eyes widened, while Amelia nearly dropped her spoon. I slowly lifted my gaze. “I’ll marry him. I’ll sign the contract.”“Chloe…” my father whispered.But I didn’t wait for another word.I pushed my chair back, stood up, and walked out of the dining room. A few minutes later, I returned with the marriage contract in my hands. Without reading it again, I picked up the pen and signed my name.The room fell silent.My father stared at my signature, guilt written all over his face.My stepmom however, smiled.“At least for the first time, you’re doing something meaningful for this family.” I looked at her but said nothing. I simply put the pen down and walked away.A few days later, the family hosted a

Chloe’s POVMy boyfriend was screwing my stepsister when I pushed the door open. Wet slaps and grunts filled the room as he drove into her against the bed.I had spent three hours feeding the pigs and clearing the field. I had packed the pig dung and the grasses I cleared from the field, rushing to come and meet Andrew at his house.I never expected to walk in and find him bent over his bed, his wool slacks bunched around his thighs, and his cock buried deep inside Amelia.The sight made me want to vomit.This was the same man who had promised me forever with him, a home where I wouldn’t have to ask for permission to be happy.Amelia looked towards the door, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of me.“Oh, fuck, Andrew,” she moaned, with no guilt on her face.Her eyes locked with mine. Andrew twisted around, flushed and sweating, not even pulling up his pants.“Chloe, wait—” Before he could complete his sentence, Amelia moaned, telling him not to stop because she was about to cum