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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11: ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀʏ, ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ
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Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 46: ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛ
“Well, well, well,” came a familiar voice from behind her. “Look at Ms. Corporate America.”Deja spun around to find her Guardian Angel lounging in one of the conference chairs, looking exactly as it had during their first meeting—glowing, ethereal, and slightly smug.“You!” Deja practically yelped, forgetting to even sip her coffee like a normal human being. “Where have you been? I thought you were supposed to check in monthly! It’s been like, weeks, and I’ve been out here making power moves, keeping my family together, and generally being fabulous while you’ve been ghosting me!”The angel waved a dismissive hand. “Time works differently for celestial beings, darling. Also, you were doing so well on your own, I didn’t want to interrupt the show.”“Show?” Deja crossed her arms. “Is that what this has been to you? Entertainment?”“More like... a fascinating case study in expectations versus reality,” the angel said, examining its perfect nails. “You’ve completely rewritten the narrativ
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 45: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ɪ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ (ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴇ, ʙʟᴇss ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ).
Without thinking—or maybe thinking too much—she took off after the car, her wet hair plastered to her face, her designer dress clinging to her like it was one of those clingy exes who can’t take a hint. The rain soaked through her clothes within seconds, but Deja couldn’t care less. That evidence folder in Dominique’s perfectly manicured hands? Worth more than any outfit.“DEJA!” Ren’s voice echoed behind her. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”“WINNING!” she shouted back, not breaking stride.Behind her, she could hear the commotion of her family and the SEC agents pouring out of the building. Deja’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of them particularly ladylike.Seriously, if I get my hands on her, I’m gonna take her wig, her soul, and her dignity—all in one swoop.Inside the building, Ren winced at Deja’s particularly vivid mental image before running after her.Dominique’s car screeched to a halt at a red light two blocks down. Deja, seeing her opportunity, charged forward like an Oly
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 44: ʟɪɢʜᴛs, ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ, ᴇᴍʙᴇᴢᴢʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ!
Saturday night arrived with the kind of perfect weather rich people seemed to order for special occasions. The Moreau-Zuo Joint Charity Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a venue that practically screamed “old money” and “security cameras everywhere”—the latter being a crucial element of their plan.The dress—or “dress,” if you wanted to be polite—was nothing short of a chaotic masterpiece. The bodice was a structured silver mess of geometric cutouts that somehow made her look like an art installation, and the full skirt? Electric blue and fuchsia gradients, with strategically placed LED lights that subtly pulsed as she moved, like her body was a rave. The back was mostly open, criss-crossed with silver chains, and she was rocking holographic platform boots that added five inches of height, which—let’s be honest—she desperately needed. Her hair was styled in a towering updo with streaks of blue, as if she’d asked the stylist, “Can you make me look like I got electr
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 43: ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇss, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜɢsʜᴏᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ
Deja’s heels clicked against the marble floor of Moreau Enterprises’ lobby like a ticking time bomb. Her blazer dress hugged her curves in all the right places, a power move that said “I’m about to end someone’s whole career” without her having to say a word. Behind her, Ren and Nico matched her pace, looking equally ready for war.“So let me get this straight,” Deja said through gritted teeth as they neared the elevators. “The plan is to strut in, lie through our gorgeously white teeth, and then hope no one arrests us before lunch?”“That’s a plan?” Nico snorted. “That’s a wish and a prayer, sis.”“It’s a stalling tactic,” Ren corrected, pressing the elevator button. “Five minutes. That’s all we need.”The elevator doors opened with a soft ping that felt inappropriately cheerful for the occasion. As they stepped inside, Deja caught sight of their reflection in the mirrored walls—three people who looked way too attractive to be this stressed.If I get hauled off to prison today, at le
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 42: ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ
The bathroom door suddenly rattled with a knock.“Deja? Are you in there?” Ren’s voice called through the door.All three siblings froze in panic. Oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot, Deja thought frantically.“One second!” she called out, her voice unnaturally high.“What do we do?” Trevor whispered.“Hide the evidence!” Nico hissed.“WHAT evidence?” Deja whispered back. “Earl ate it!”The little dog barked cheerfully at the sound of his name. “Deja?” Ren called again. “Is Earl in there with you? I heard him bark.”Deja looked at her brothers, who both gestured for her to handle it. Traitors, she thought.She cracked open the door just enough to peek out. Ren stood there looking unfairly gorgeous in his tuxedo, concern etched across his features. “Hey there,” she said casually, as if hiding in a bathroom with her brothers and a destructive dog was perfectly normal behavior. “Fancy meeting you here.”“Is Earl with you?” Ren asked. “He ran off as soon as we arrived, and I’ve been looking everyw
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 41: ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ: ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ. sɪᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛ: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́.
Deja stared at the message like it was trying to seduce her. She paused dramatically—because why not—and typed back:Deja: Rain check? Family stuff came up.Ren: Everything okay?Deja: Fine, just sibling bonding time. Very important.Ren: Of course. Tomorrow, then?Deja: We’ll see.She tucked her phone away, feeling oddly guilty. Here she was, about to flirt with James to uncover a financial conspiracy, while Ren was trying to be... whatever he was trying to be. Sweet? Romantic? A decent fiancé?“Focus on the mission,” she reminded herself. “Fifty million dollars and not dying in a car accident. That’s the goal.”But as she walked back to her office, her brain was already off the rails.What if there’s room for one more goal on that list?Maybe something to do with the way her heart turned into a bouncy ball whenever Ren looked at her.Ugh, stop it,she ordered herself. “I am not falling for the K-drama CEO with a face that could launch a thousand ships. Not in the plan.”Then again, none
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