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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 19: ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴ', ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴛɪɴ': ᴇᴀʀʟ'ꜱ ʀɪᴄʜ ʟɪғᴇ
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2025-05-21 01:10:05Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the tension indoors. The terrace overlooked immaculately landscaped gardens illuminated by strategic lighting that made the scene look almost magical.
"You okay?" James asked once they were alone.
"I mean, I almost got baptized in Dom Pérignon, but yeah. I'm great," Deja said, brushing imaginary glitter off her shoulder. "Thanks for the block."
James chuckled. "Your cousin's... intense."
"Facts," Deja muttered. "She's like if unresolved childhood trauma joined a sorority."
They stood in silence for a beat, the night air cool and heavy with expensive flowers.
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Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 19: ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴ', ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴛɪɴ': ᴇᴀʀʟ'ꜱ ʀɪᴄʜ ʟɪғᴇ
Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the tension indoors. The terrace overlooked immaculately landscaped gardens illuminated by strategic lighting that made the scene look almost magical."You okay?" James asked once they were alone."I mean, I almost got baptized in Dom Pérignon, but yeah. I'm great," Deja said, brushing imaginary glitter off her shoulder. "Thanks for the block."James chuckled. "Your cousin's... intense.""Facts," Deja muttered. "She's like if unresolved childhood trauma joined a sorority."They stood in silence for a beat, the night air cool and heavy with expensive flowers.
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 18: ᴍᴏᴏᴅʏ, ʙʀᴏᴏᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴀᴡʟɪɴᴇ...)
The Moreau family dining hall was a testament to old money and refined taste. Crystal chandeliers hung from ornately carved ceilings, their light dancing off the polished marble floors. White linen tablecloths draped over mahogany tables, each adorned with centrepieces of fresh lilies and roses. The room buzzed with the gentle hum of classical music and polite conversation.Deja stood by the buffet table like she was casing a scene in a crime drama. She wore a structured emerald green jumpsuit that hugged her curves just right, with an off-shoulder neckline that said, Yes, I'm extra—what about it? Gold statement earrings caught the light every time she moved, and her stilettos clicked like judgment across the marble. Her afro was styled into a bun. The glossy lip? A statement. The nails? Talons. Slaying all around.She
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 17: ᴍᴇssʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ
The Moreau Logistics headquarters was giving "late-stage capitalism meets luxury prison," and Deja was not impressed. As Deja stepped out of her car (she'd insisted on driving herself today rather than taking the family driver), she took a deep breath and braced for the gauntlet of judgmental glances. But she had a plan.She was gonna turn this into a game of matchmaker chaos. Forget business—today was about shaking things up and watching the drama unfold.She walked through the lobby, noting with some satisfaction the shocked looks her appearance garnered from the impeccably dressed employees. The receptionist almost didn't recognize her, doing a double-take before stammering out a greeting."Good morning, Miss Moreau. You're... here."
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16: ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪᴀɴᴄé ɪɴ 10 sᴛᴇᴘs (sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴇss)
The Bentley pulled up to the Moreau mansion, the tires crunching softly on the gravel driveway. Deja had been side-eyeing Ren the entire ride home, and not once did this man blink. He hadn't said a single word since they left the restaurant. Just sitting there all stiff, arms crossed, jaw clenched like somebody threatened his stock portfolio.As soon as the car stopped, she flung the door open like it was on fire. "THANK you," she shouted."Miss Moreau," Ren finally spoke, his voice cool and detached. "My mother expects us both at the country estate next weekend. I'll have my assistant send the details."Deja blinked. "I know, I know. I'll bring a casserole and a backup personality."Before Deja could say a
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴍᴀᴍᴀ sᴀʏs 'ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇssʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'
They entered the restaurant together, greeted immediately by a maître d' who recognized Ren on sight."Mr. Zuo, welcome back. Madame is already seated at your usual table."Usual? Y'all just be out here fine dining like it's Taco Tuesday, huh?As they were led through the dimly lit restaurant, Deja's nerves suddenly kicked into overdrive. What if Ren's mother was truly terrible? What if she saw right through Deja's façade? What if—And then they were standing before the table, and Deja found herself face-to-face with Mrs. Zuo.The woman was the epitome of elegance—silver-streaked black hair pulled back in a flawless chignon,
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 14: ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, sᴛᴏʟᴇɴ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ᴘᴇᴛᴛɪɴᴇss
As she walked through the grand entrance, her family was waiting in the foyer like a welcoming committee—or an inquisition. Her mother stepped forward first, wringing her hands."We just saw Mr. Zuo leave," her mother said, voice all concern and practiced grace. "Is everything alright, dear?"Deja smiled. "Everything's fabulous. I'm having dinner with his mother."Her mother's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh! That's wonderful news! I have the perfect dress for you—""No need," Deja cut her off with a wave of her hand. I'm going to make an absolute mess of this dinner. His mother will hate me so much she'll beg him to break off this engagement. It's giving 'unacceptable' and I love that for me.The family exchanged alarmed glances, their eyes widening at her internal monologue, but Deja was too preoccupied with her plans to notice their reactions."I'm going to my room," she called, practically floating on a cloud of scheming.As soon as she disappeared up the stairs, Trevor tur
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 13: ꜱʟᴀᴘꜱ, ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪx ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ
The partygoers around them gasped. Deja's hand was still in mid-air, the sting of the slap still singing in her palm. "You arrogant, manipulative, emotionally stunted gremlin of a man!" she hissed, voice trembling with rage—or maybe leftover adrenaline. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"Ren just stared at her, unbothered, like she was the one losing her mind (she kind of was), and that only made it worse."I don't belong to anyone!" Deja's voice echoed through the ballroom, shattering the sophisticated chatter. "Enjoy your damn party."Guests stared. Cameras flashed. Someone definitely dropped their champagne glass.She didn't care. Her chest was tight. Her skin was burning. And her heart—traitorous heart—was pounding like it was trying to beat its way out of her ribs and go kiss him again.Absolutely not.But then—"Deja?"Her mother's voice.Of course."What!" Deja spun around, her heart racing. Had she actually just slapped Ren in front of everyone? Oh boy."What on earth is th
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12: ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟʀᴏᴏᴍ
"THERE you are!" Dominique's voice shattered the moment like a brick through glass. "Everyone's looking for you! The toast is about to begin!"Deja and Ren jumped apart, but not before Dominique's eyes narrowed at the sight of them standing so close, his jacket around her shoulders, her hand in his.Deja coughed awkwardly. "Wow. Time flies when you're emotionally spiraling.""We're coming," Ren said, his voice cool but firm.As they followed Dominique back to the ballroom, Deja caught her glaring daggers at her. For once, the hatred didn't feel like a victory. It felt like confirmation of something Deja was starting to suspect-that maybe Dominique wasn't just a one-dimensional villain, and maybe Ren wasn't just a plot device to escape from.NOPE. Nope nope nope. Abort feelings. She mentally slapped herself across the face.Twenty million dollars, she reminded herself as she forced her lips into a smirk. Twenty. Million. Dollars. You can cry into a silk pillow about your feelings after
Chaos in Heels ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11: ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀʏ, ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ
The next day, Deja snuck out of the house claiming she needed "fresh air" and made a beeline for the mall—not the fancy one her family frequented, but the run-down one on the edge of town that sold knockoff designer items and questionable fast fashion."This is perfect," Deja muttered as she pushed through the doors of "Glamour Discount Palace," a store with flickering fluorescent lights and an inexplicable smell of corn chips. "This place has definitely seen a fistfight."A bored-looking saleswoman glanced up from her phone. "Can I help you?""Yes. I need the ugliest dress in this entire establishment. Like... make-it-stop ugly. Like, 'she's not okay' levels. Think fashion felony."The woman blinked slowly. "...We have a clearance rack in the back."Thirty minutes and several horrified gasps later, Deja emerged from the dressing room triumphant. "THIS. Is my villain fit,"It was neon yellow, covered in sequins that twitched in the light like they had opinions. The neckline was so low
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