Semua Bab I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chloe "Chloe, men cheat. It’s normal. It’s their nature. There isn’t a man in this world who doesn’t like women." The maid’s words echoed in my mind, a lesson drilled into me since I was twelve years old. I still remembered how innocently I had asked, “But if men can cheat, what about women? Can we cheat too?” Her expression had twisted with disgust, as if the mere thought of it was repulsive. I hadn’t understood it then. Why was it acceptable for men to stray but shameful for women to do the same? Why did society turn a blind eye when a husband betrayed his wife but condemned a woman who did the same? But tonight, I finally understood. It was because men knew that if women cheated—if we truly let go, stopped caring, and indulged the way they did, deep down, they know we’d do it better. We wouldn’t just betray them. We’d outmatch them. We wouldn’t just seek pleasure. We’d make them regret ever taking us for granted. Because when a woman decides to be unfaithful, it would no

Chloe There are two kinds of people in this world. The first—the ones who take and give in equal measure. If you wrong them, they wrong you back. If you push them, they push harder. These people don’t tolerate injustice. They refuse to sit in silence while someone mistreats them. They fight, not because they want to, but because they have to. Because it’s the only way they could survive in this cruel world. And then there’s the second kind. The ones who only take. They take the mistreatment. The injustice. The pain. They swallow it all down, piece by piece, until it becomes a part of them. They tell themselves it’s better this way. That enduring it is easier than fighting back. That silence keeps the peace, keeps things from getting worse. These are the people who become victims of bullying, of betrayal, of broken promises and one-sided love. The ones who convince themselves that as long as they endure, things will eventually get better. And I, Chloe, have always been one of t

Chloe I stared at the rows of dresses in front of me, my expression blank. They were all undeniably beautiful—the kind of elegance that belonged at charity galas and high-society events. But I wasn’t looking for something beautiful tonight. Amy, still fumbling to keep up with me, carefully held out another option. “How about this one, ma’am?” Her voice shook slightly, and I didn’t miss the way she almost tripped over herself in her rush to please me. Her demeanor had changed drastically. Gone was the dismissive sales associate who looked down on me just hours ago. Now, she was looking at me with fear, as if she expected me to snap my fingers and have her thrown out alongside Poppy. I didn’t know what had happened to Poppy after I walked away. And honestly? I didn’t care. My gaze dropped to the dress in her hands, it was a stunning silver-grey gown, classy, refined. The kind of thing my mother-in-law would approve of. I shook my head. Amy swallowed, adjusting her stance. “What ki

Chloe The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating through me as I moved to the beat. The VIP section was dim, flashes of blue and purple lights streaking across our skin as we danced. I swayed my hips, my fingers trailing up my curves before sliding into my hair, letting it fall down my back as I rolled my body to the music. Mia twirled beside me, her hands in the air, her laughter spilling out as another girl grabbed her waist and spun her around. A redhead in a leather mini skirt pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine as we laughed together. “Damn, girl,” she shouted over the music. “You sure you don’t do this often?” I shook my head. “First time.” Mia slid an arm around my shoulders, holding up a shot glass with her other hand. “Well, you’re a natural.” She tipped the glass back, downing the liquor before handing me another. “Come on, drink with us, birthday girl.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s not my birthday.” She shrugged. “It is tonight.” I took the

Alexander "Alexander, you’re fucking insane. No, really. How the hell do you even think of these things? It’s like you’re five steps ahead of reality, and then—bam, it actually happens. You’ve got the devil’s mind, I swear." That was Leo’s dramatic outburst before finally getting to the point earlier. I’d heard variations of it so many times before— from my father, from my brother, from just about anyone who had the misfortune of witnessing how my mind worked. "Alexander King, you’re dangerous. A man like you shouldn’t exist." But I never saw it that way. To me, it was just common sense. Observe a situation, assess every possible outcome, and then choose the one that benefits you the most. It wasn’t difficult. People were predictable—especially men who thought they were smarter than they actually were. And from the moment I saw that fool sitting across from me in the office earlier, I knew. There were countless ways this could work in my favor. So many ways Logan White c