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Chloe’s POV I sat there for a moment after she left, my hands wrapped tightly around my cup. The coffee had gone cold, but I didn’t notice.For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt something unfamiliar settle in my chest.Hope.Not the soft kind.The dangerous kind.I left the coffee shop twenty minutes later. I got a text message on my phone.It was from Drake. I ignored his calls and messages. He was still horny. How could he think of that at this time?I went straight home to rest but I couldn’t.I stepped out into the evening air and pulled my jacket closer around me. The street was quiet, almost calm, like nothing in my life was unraveling behind closed doors. I walked for a while before checking my phone.Drake.Missed calls. Messages stacked on each other.I did not open them. I did not need to. I already knew the tone. Wanting. Pulling. Trying to ground himself in my body instead of facing the mess burning around us. The thought irritated me more than it should h

Chloe’s POV On Friday night as I walked down the street, Drake came and this time he insisted on having me. On having sex with me. I agreed. Not because he forced me but because I needed it too. I needed the sexual frustration out of it. I needed to calm my nerves. I needed the release. I needed my orgasm so badly.He parked right in front of me and pulled me in the back seat before I could scream. He ripped off my dress and I screamed."Shhh" he said, covering my mouth with his palm."Don't scream."He pulled his palm away."But we are in the middle of the road. What if someone catch-""No...nobody. This place is private. Nobody will see us. I can't take it anymore." He said unbuckling his pants.Before I could say anything else, he slipped into meThe moment it happened, everything else blurred.Fear, anger, frustration, exhaustion, all of it collided at once. The world outside the car disappeared. The streetlights became distant flashes. My thoughts scattered, leaving only raw sen

Chloe’s POV Just as I went down the stairs, I suddenly got dizzy. I held the wall for support as I stayed glued to a spot. I shut my eyes closed and opened them.What was happening to me? A few seconds later, the dizziness disappeared. I resumed descending the stairs till I got to the entrance of the lobby. My phone beeped. It was a text message. I stopped and pulled it out.It turned out to be Mia. I did bother reading it there. I stepped out into the sun and boarded a taxi.The moment the taxi pulled away, I unlocked my phone.My fingers moved faster than my thoughts.Mia’s message was short, but it made my breath hitch.I found something. Not proof yet, but a crack. Someone logged into the fund system using your credentials from a terminal you’ve never accessed. Internal access. High clearance. This wasn’t Sylvia alone.My grip tightened around the phone.Not Sylvia alone.I stared out the window as the city passed by, my reflection faint against the glass. So my instinct was rig

Chloe’s POV The bathroom was quiet when I stepped in, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel amplified. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, breathing slowly, grounding myself before everything that was about to follow.This night mattered.I turned on the shower and waited until the water warmed, steam slowly filling the space. When I stepped under it, the first touch of heat against my skin made my shoulders relax slightly. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting the water run through my hair, down my face, over my body. For a few minutes, I allowed myself not to think. No board. No investigation. No rumors. Just the steady rhythm of water and breath.I washed my hair carefully, massaging my scalp, rinsing thoroughly. I took my time. There was no rush. Tonight was about intention. About control. Every movement was deliberate. I cleansed my skin slowly, making sure every trace of stress, sweat, and residue from the past days was washed away

Chloe's POV For a moment, I just stared.Then I laughed.It slipped out before I could stop it. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a soft, disbelieving sound that escaped me as I shook my head slightly.People nearby turned to look.Sylvia noticed.Her head snapped in my direction, eyes narrowing the moment she recognized me. She straightened, lifting her chin, gathering the layers of her dress like armor, and walked toward me with forced confidence.“What’s so funny?” she asked sharply.I looked her up and down slowly. I didn’t rush it. I let my eyes take their time, lingering just enough to make my point.“You,” I said calmly. “You look… ambitious.”Her face flushed. “At least I look elegant.”I smiled faintly. “You look like a nightmare dressed as a princess.”A few people nearby went quiet. Someone cleared their throat awkwardly.Sylvia scoffed. “You have some nerve showing up here.”“I was invited,” I replied. “Same as you. Or did you forget that detail?”Her fingers clenched around h