Chloe I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the driveway. The mansion loomed above me. The last time I’d been here was the day I told my father and brother I wanted a divorce from Logan. God. Thinking about it now, I wanted to go back in time and slap myself. What on earth was I thinking, walking into this place expecting understanding? And expecting anything other than cruelty? Maybe I was just that broken, that I wasn’t thinking straight. I had walked in hoping they’d….I don’t know. Help me, comfort me. At the very least, listen. Instead, their words still echoed in my mind. “Are you out of your damn mind? A divorce?! A fucking divorce! You’ve really lost your mind, haven’t you? It seems it’s been a long time since I’ve beaten some sense into you. How about we fix that right now?” Richard had snarled, veins bulging in his neck. “She’s alive because I allow her to be. One phone call, and she’ll be gone. And trust me, it won’t be quick,” my father had said with a
Logan The door opened, and I stepped inside.If my house was big and beautiful, this place was built for royalty. Everything around me screamed power.I glanced at the artwork on the wall and swallowed hard. That painting, there was only one in the world. It was created by a popular artist, and was worth billions. I’d read once that people offered entire estates for it and still got turned down. And here it was, hanging casually in a hallway just like another decoration.“Mr. Logan.”The voice pulled my attention. I turned toward the living room and saw him.Alexander King.He sat in the armchair like it was a throne, one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting on his knuckles. The way he looked at me wasn’t curious or amused, it was pure boredom.Behind him stood two men. I recognized one immediately, Leo, the vice president of King’s Corporation. The other had softer features, almost beautiful. He looked like the younger version of Alexander. That had to be his brother, Joshua
Alexander I adjusted the glasses perched on my face and flipped to the next page in the file, my legs crossed. The white shirt I wore was slightly creased at the elbow, but I didn’t care. My living room was quiet, well, at least it was supposed to be. “Woah, I’ve never seen him this serious before,” Joshua muttered. Leo snorted. “He’s usually very serious, but this is different. What the hell is going on?” Their voices echoed like background noise. I didn’t look up. I rubbed the side of my temple and muttered, “Should I buy you both another mansion? Or send you to live on the moon if you want a change of scenery? Or maybe I should just end your lives early. Which one would you prefer?” Joshua gasped in horror. “You do know I’m your only brother, right? If I die, who’s going to bother you? Who’s going to make you angry and keep you human?” “I see no flaw in any of those outcomes,” I said, flipping to the next page without missing a beat. “In fact, that’s the point.” Leo scoff
ChloeI never imagined I’d be here, sitting on the kitchen counter. Kissing, no, being kissed by Tristain. My best friend’s brother. The boy who used to steal my hair ties and tease me about my handwriting. Now, the man whose hands were gripping my waist, pulling me into him like he’d been waiting years for this moment.His touch was firm, and his lips tasted like cinnamon. I clung to his shirt, stunned by what was happening.It felt good. The kind of good that drives a woman crazy, the kind that makes women fall in love without even meaning to. And even as he deepened the kiss, even as his hands roamed with the kind of urgency that made my body respond, something in me pulled back.Something felt wrong.The surprising part? It wasn’t because of Logan. The man who wore my ring didn’t even cross my mind. What truly stopped me, what twisted inside my chest was Alexander.The man I swore would only ever be a physical escape, the one I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached to. And yet,
ChloeI looked at him, my breath caught somewhere in my throat. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe the kind of thoughts flooding my mind. Thoughts that had no right to exist. What was wrong with me?I licked my lips unconsciously, and I saw that flicker in his eyes as his gaze dropped to my mouth again. His breath slowed down and so did mine.He leaned in.Was he really going to kiss me? This was madness, Chloe, but I couldn’t move. His face was just inches from mine.“Ah….ahh, yes—right there!”The sound of moaning echoed in the room. My entire body jolted.Tristan blinked, his eyes flicking toward the TV that I had completely forgotten about.Flushed and horrified, I shoved him away. “Seriously, stop teasing me.”I walked to the remote. My face burned hotter as I saw what was on the screen, a couple going at it like animals in the kitchen.“Fuck. You are so tight, Eleanor. You are clenching on my dick cock!”“Ah, fuck daddy. Fuck me hard. I want you cock slamming hard into
Chloe I let out a long sigh of relief, leaning my head back against the bathtub. “Ah….this is so nice.”A week had passed since that day, and thankfully, Logan had been too busy trying to resolve the crisis at his company to focus his attention on me. He was home even less than usual, his absence felt like freedom. Even his overbearing family had stopped circling around me like vultures.Tonight, I finally managed to slip away from everything. No in-laws. No watchful eyes. No husband treating me like his possession.So, I did what any woman starving for freedom would do, I ran away to my best friend’s place for a good old-fashioned sleepover. Some fun, junk food, and a movie marathon, just like we used to back in high school.I stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around my body, water dripping down my back. There wasn’t an extra towel for my hair, so I let it hang loose, damp strands clinging to my shoulders.“Stella?” I called out, but there was no answer. I frowned, my v