Chloe I choked on my water. The cough had everyone’s attention snapping toward me, while Logan’s words still echoed in my head. Did he just say… Alexander? “Are you okay?” Logan asked, already rising from his chair. We all turned to Logan, surprised about his suddenly strange behaviour. I coughed, covering my mouth with my hand as the maid quickly stepped forward and patted my back. "Are you okay, ma’am?" she asked again, handing me a handkerchief. I took it, murmuring a quick, “Thank you,” and tried to breathe through the embarrassment burning its way up my throat. What was wrong with me? Why had I reacted so dramatically just from hearing his name? My Alexander isn’t the only Alexander in the world… Wait. My Alexander? What was that? My Alexander? When had he become my Alexander? I felt my cheeks flush immediately. Even my ears were hot. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Sorry. Swallowed the wrong way.” Layla rolled her eyes. "Be careful next time. You
Tw: Sexual Coercion Chloe "So yeah… that’s what happened," I said, running a hand through my hair. On the other end of the line, Stella burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that made it obvious she was probably on the floor, holding her stomach. I rolled my eyes and walked to my wardrobe, pulling out a yellow sundress. It was simple and modest, the kind of dress that made me look innocent. The kind of dress that gave the illusion I had my life together. “It’s enough, Stella. It’s really not that funny.” I heard her breathing hard from laughing too much. “Woah, are you sure you’re the same Chloe I know? The Chloe I know would rather die than even say the word masturbate, let alone try to pleasure herself.” "Okay, okay!" I dropped the dress on the bed and sat at the edge, crossing my legs. “Well, I’m still human, Stella. And humans tend to… satisfy themselves. You can’t blame me.” “Wait, let me put it on video call,” Stella said quickly, and before I could protest, the cal
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
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
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
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
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
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 ey
Tw: Sexual Coercion Chloe "So yeah… that’s what happened," I said, running a hand through my hair. On the other end of the line, Stella burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that made it obvious she was probably on the floor, holding her stomach. I rolled my eyes and walked to my wardrobe, pulling out a yellow sundress. It was simple and modest, the kind of dress that made me look innocent. The kind of dress that gave the illusion I had my life together. “It’s enough, Stella. It’s really not that funny.” I heard her breathing hard from laughing too much. “Woah, are you sure you’re the same Chloe I know? The Chloe I know would rather die than even say the word masturbate, let alone try to pleasure herself.” "Okay, okay!" I dropped the dress on the bed and sat at the edge, crossing my legs. “Well, I’m still human, Stella. And humans tend to… satisfy themselves. You can’t blame me.” “Wait, let me put it on video call,” Stella said quickly, and before I could protest, the cal
Chloe I choked on my water. The cough had everyone’s attention snapping toward me, while Logan’s words still echoed in my head. Did he just say… Alexander? “Are you okay?” Logan asked, already rising from his chair. We all turned to Logan, surprised about his suddenly strange behaviour. I coughed, covering my mouth with my hand as the maid quickly stepped forward and patted my back. "Are you okay, ma’am?" she asked again, handing me a handkerchief. I took it, murmuring a quick, “Thank you,” and tried to breathe through the embarrassment burning its way up my throat. What was wrong with me? Why had I reacted so dramatically just from hearing his name? My Alexander isn’t the only Alexander in the world… Wait. My Alexander? What was that? My Alexander? When had he become my Alexander? I felt my cheeks flush immediately. Even my ears were hot. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Sorry. Swallowed the wrong way.” Layla rolled her eyes. "Be careful next time. You
Chloe "Please, can you reduce the vegetables on one plate? She doesn’t really like them," I said gently, glancing at the neatly plated dishes lined on the counter. The maid blinked, then looked down at the plate in question. “Ah, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I forgot again.” I smiled softly. “It’s okay. It’s hard to remember everyone’s preferences.” She let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging. “It really is. Sometimes I wonder how you remember everything. They all have different tastes, and the madams are so picky. Any single thing becomes an issue. If you weren’t helping me, I wouldn’t even be able to cook and—” She abruptly slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I should watch my mouth.” I shook my head. “It’s alright. Just be careful next time.” She nodded quickly, then gave me a sheepish smile. “You’re really an angel, ma’am. I understand why Alfred likes you. You’re so kind to people.” Kind. Kind to people? I almost laughed. People loved using “kind” when they really
Alexander The man droned on across the conference table, his voice echoing through the wall. “We have already allocated tasks for the initial phase of the new mall, sir. Once the final land acquisition clears, construction should be able to begin immediately…” I tapped my fingers lightly on the desk, pretending to listen, my gaze fixed on the large screen in front of me but my mind was nowhere near this boardroom. It was filled, and consumed, by her. Please… pleasure me, make me cum. Please… let me take care of it. Hngh… Alexander!! A-Alexander, they’re outside. Your friends are literally right outside, we can’t—Nnhg! Every inch of her body, the perky breasts, the slim waist, the softness of her thighs pressing against me, the perfect way her lips moaned my name as she came under me. I could still feel her body wrapped around mine, the way she clung to me like she was surprised by the way she reacted to my touch. Those damn blue eyes clouded with lust. Her flushed cheeks. Th
Chloe I saw my life flash before my eyes. No, really, I actually saw it. My heart skipped a beat. My ears rang so loud it felt like a bomb had gone off next to me. Every part of my body froze on the spot, too terrified to even breathe. The door swung open, and for a horrifying second, I thought it was all over. But Layla didn’t turn toward us. Instead, she stood with her back facing the room, yelling into the hallway, “Oh, I forgot, Mom, can I have that dress you wore last week? The white one—” She kept rambling about God-knows-what, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I jerked away from Tristan, who was still lying there with a unreadable expression on his face, as if kissing me in the middle of a crisis was normal. I didn’t have time to process that. I could scream at him later, but right now. I was in survival mode. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed his arm, yanked him up like he weighed nothing, and shoved him toward my wardrobe. He raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t resist as I
Chloe I stared at the man in front of me and shook my head slowly. How did it even come to this? What the hell is going on? Tristan stood there, arms casually crossed, that same annoying smirk playing on his lips. He tilted his head at me and said, "Are you not going to climb, Miss Perfect?" I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I didn’t have a choice, did I? I had to climb him if I wanted to get into my window without anyone noticing. I sighed heavily, trying to convince myself it would be fine. Except, it wasn’t. It wasn’t fine at all. Because there was one tiny—no, not tiny, massive problem. I didn’t have any panties on. Yes, you heard right. I was naked underneath this dress because Alexander's brother threw my underwear away. If I climbed him, he would definitely notice. It would be impossible for him not to. Tristan raised an eyebrow at me, clearly growing suspicious. His eyes scanned my face, like he was trying to read my thoughts. I shuffled awkwardly on the sp
Chloe I looked at Stella, my heart thundering so hard it felt like it could punch its way out of my chest. I didn’t even need to say it, she could already read it on my face. I was screwed. “What should I do, Stella?” I whispered. “They’re—” Before I could finish, Stella shoved me straight into another body. I stumbled, nearly tripping, but an arm caught me around the waist. I froze against the hard plane of Tristan’s chest, his grip firm around my waist. His scent hit me like déjà vu, clean and infuriatingly comforting, a smell that always seemed to calm me down. I stared at Stella, eyes wide. “What the hell?” “There’s no time,” she said, already backing away. “What…Stella, no, you can—” “My car is wrecked,” she snapped, already waving me off like she was swatting a fly. “And I can’t leave it here. Plus, you don’t know this, but Tristan’s a crazy-ass driver.” I turned to look up at him, conflicted. Could I really ask him for this? Could I really be that shameless? I opened
ChloePresent timeSome mornings I’d wake up in an empty bed, the sheets cold, and Tristan's voice would echo in my ear.“You and Logan can never have a happy ending.”And on those mornings, I'd ask myself the same question I’d asked a hundred times, if I could go back, if I could do it all over again… would I have listened? What had Tristan seen back then that I refused to? What had I been so desperate to believe?Now, standing in front of him after so many years, I felt like I’d been pulled back into a moment I’d tried to bury. Tristan, the high school bad boy who’d beat up seven students and walked away without a scratch. The reckless idiot who once climbed into my window like an outlaw. The boy who irritated me because he liked seeing me mad.But this wasn’t the cocky high school boy who’d broken into my dorm and commented on my terrible taste in music. This was a man.He was taller, more refined and attractive, but the look in his eyes hadn’t changed. He still had that same fie
Chloe Eight years ago I yawned. I had just stepped out of the library. My eyes stung from all the reading. I’d spent most of the day reading between book pages. My only thought was collapsing into the comfort of my pillow and sleeping. My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and instantly felt my stomach drop at the name flashing across the screen. Psychopath: Come home tomorrow. I have something to show my lovely sister. I promise I’ll make it last longer this time. I stared at it for a long time. My hand trembled slightly around the phone. Last longer. What he meant wasn’t what anyone would normally think. It was so much worse. There was a reason I’d saved his number that way. Richard wasn’t just cruel, he was twisted. He used to torture animals, those little, harmless creatures, and he’d make me watch. He’d time it, test new ways to kill them. Like it was both a game and a challenge for him. And Father… Father never stopped him. Sometimes, he even provided the "subj