Semua Bab I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Bab 141 - Bab 150

ChloeThe warmth of the morning sun slipped past the curtains, soft rays brushing against my face. I stirred, groaning lightly as I blinked through the sleep. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, but the memories of last night rushed back all at once, chasing the last traces of sleep away. My heart skipped a beat.I turned my head quickly to the other side of the bed, it was empty. The sheets beside me were cold. Alexander was gone.Slowly, I leaned back against the wall, dragging the blanket higher over my bare body. My lips parted slightly, breath catching when I recalled every detail. Last night, after that conversation, we had made love.I had been so sure I wouldn’t be able to stay silent, and that someone would hear me, but Alexander had been relentless, his lips always on mine, always stealing my voice. The way he kissed me, the way he held me, every sound I tried to make was swallowed by him. He hadn’t let me go.And when it was over, he carried me to bed and stayed until

Chloe“I’m telling you, she hit her head. Maybe the memory loss is worse, her whole personality might have changed with her memory.”“I also think so. It’s like she became a completely different person. I mean, she was always obedient, but this is different. I’ve never seen her act so calmly.”“What is she planning?”“You know, who cares if she’s different? She’s exactly as we always wanted her. It’s good for us, Mother. Let’s use her as our slave.” Their laughter echoed in the living room.I stayed in the kitchen, knife gliding through onions. An apron was tied neatly around my waist, and I smiled, humming a soft tune as if the ridicule outside these walls didn’t exist. The maids glanced at me from the corners of their eyes. They knew what was being said in the other room, and by now they must have expected me to break down, fidget, and shrink like before, but instead, I acted indifferent.“Please, pass me the salt,” I said lightly.The head cook handed it to me, her movements hesi

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

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

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