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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I will make your life a living hell
ChloeI chewed my food happily. Too happily, judging by the way both my mother-in-law and Layla stiffened every time my spoon scraped the plate. When I finished the bite, I took another spoonful, enjoying it even more this time, loud enough for them to hear the soft hum I made in satisfaction.When I finally lifted my eyes, they were still staring at each other, stiff and suspicious, like two scared chickens waiting to be slaughtered. Neither of them had touched a single thing on their plates.I tilted my head. “Is something wrong with the food? You haven’t taken a bite since you sat down.”My mother-in-law’s frown deepened. I could practically see the moment she imagined strangling me. The thought alone almost made me smile. They both glanced at Logan, who was eating calmly, and completely unfazed, and then Layla snapped her attention to me.“Why are you only eating that particular dish, Chloe?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “Why did you cook some things specifically for us?”My mot
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper What if she poisoned the food?
ChloeThe next morning, I woke up before dawn.The house was still silent. I tied my hair back and slipped into the kitchen. The cold tiles under my feet sent a shiver through me, but I ignored it. My hands moved on their own as I reached for the ingredients. Flour, eggs, butter, vegetables, meat. I remembered every single thing they liked, my mother-in-law’s obsession with light soups, Layla’s sweet tooth, and Logan's preference for spicy food. I cooked them all.The maids tried to step in, and help, but I smiled and shook my head. “It’s fine. I’ll handle it myself.”It took hours. When I finally placed the last dish on the dining table, I had to take a step back. The table was full.I wiped my hands, and called out sweetly,“Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, Logan… let’s eat.”From the corner of my eye, I saw their heads turn.Layla and my mother-in-law exchanged glances, confusion, suspicion, and a touch of fear flickering between them. I kept my smile soft and bright, the kind of smil
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Was he really getting off on this?
Chloe“The more, the merrier, right? After all, I’m just the barren woman who’ll raise them all for you.”The words left my mouth in mockery.Logan’s gaze locked on me, his face dark and unreadable. If looks could kill, I’d already be dead. But then again, wasn’t I already? Because that’s exactly how it felt.The way I’d lived all these years, I might as well have been a walking corpse. Because dead people don’t talk back. Dead people don’t flinch when they’re treated like trash. Dead people don’t think for themselves. Dead people don’t live, they just exist.So yes, I was a dead person. Logan’s hand tightened around my wrist, pulling a small whine from me. He held my gaze, and even through the anger burning in his eyes, I saw lust, desire, frustration, and that same sick madness I’d come to know too well. It made me sick, knowing that even in his rage, he could still want me like that.To make things worse, I felt the hard press of him against me, and my stomach turned. God, he was
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper What now, husband?
Chloe As soon as Logan opened the door to our room, that familiar weight settled on my chest again. The air here always felt heavy, filled with memories I wanted to forget. I wanted to turn back, and escape before the door shut, but he was faster. The click of the latch behind me sounded like the lock of a cage.He released my wrist, exhaling sharply as his hand fell to his side. His face was flushed with anger, a vein pulsing at his temple. His jaw clenched, and he raked a hand through his hair, restless, like a man who didn’t know what to do with his rage.I stood near the wall, watching him. He was pissed as if he was the victim in all this. It almost made me laugh. Everything that had happened, the humiliation, the cruelty, the betrayal, had started with him. He was the reason I was treated like garbage by his family, why Amelia had the confidence to walk into my home as if she owned it. He had built my misery piece by piece, and now he looked like the one suffering.What right d
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper It is what it is
Chloe All this time, I’d been asking questions about my memory, what happened to me, and why even Stella, who never hid anything from me, suddenly kept her mouth shut. But nobody answered, they danced around it, avoided my eyes, and changed the subject.At first, I thought they were just being careful. But now, as I looked at Amelia, clutching her stomach, I knew the truth.Amelia was pregnant with Logan's child.Could her pregnancy really be the reason I lost my memories? No. That was impossible. Even if Amelia and Logan had caused me to lose my child, finding out she was pregnant still wouldn’t have made me forget. I would have taken my anger out on them instead.And right now, even after learning the truth, I couldn’t even tell what I felt. Was it anger? Hatred? Or nothing at all?Which meant only one thing, something else had happened. Something bigger, that broke me in a way I didn’t want to remember.Whatever it was, it was worse than I imagined.I crossed my legs slowly, sinki
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper She wants to harm me!
ChloeThere were many things Amelia had done to me. Many things one woman should never do to another. And yet, she did them all without hesitation.The funny thing was, I never truly hated her for any of those things. Why would I? She wouldn’t be the first person I had trusted who betrayed me. She wouldn’t be the first woman Logan found himself interested in either. But there was one thing, I could never forgive, and forget.It was the day I learned how truly dangerous women could be.Amelia had sex with Logan while I was screaming in pain, blood soaking down my legs. Even if she wanted him so badly, even if she wanted to secure her place in his bed, she didn’t have to keep moving on top of him while I begged for help. She didn’t have to look down at me with that gleam in her eyes, satisfaction curling her lips as she saw me suffer.Even if Logan refused to help, she could’ve called someone, but she didn’t. Instead, she let me crawl across the cold floor, trembling, my voice hoarse f
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