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CHAPTER ONE

Chloe’s POVMy boyfriend was screwing my stepsister when I pushed the door open. Wet slaps and grunts filled the room as he drove into her against the bed.I had spent three hours feeding the pigs and clearing the field. I had packed the pig dung and the grasses I cleared from the field, rushing to come and meet Andrew at his house.I never expected to walk in and find him bent over his bed, his wool slacks bunched around his thighs, and his cock buried deep inside Amelia.The sight made me want to vomit.This was the same man who had promised me forever with him, a home where I wouldn’t have to ask for permission to be happy.Amelia looked towards the door, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of me.“Oh, fuck, Andrew,” she moaned, with no guilt on her face.Her eyes locked with mine. Andrew twisted around, flushed and sweating, not even pulling up his pants.“Chloe, wait—” Before he could complete his sentence, Amelia moaned, telling him not to stop because she was about to cum

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

Chapter two

Chloe’s POVThe next morning, breakfast was unusually quiet. I sat at the table, staring down at my untouched plate.My father cleared his throat. “Chloe, there’s something I need to—”“I’ll do it.” Everyone at the table froze. My father looked at me. “Do what?” “Marry Michael.”My stepmom’s eyes widened, while Amelia nearly dropped her spoon. I slowly lifted my gaze. “I’ll marry him. I’ll sign the contract.”“Chloe…” my father whispered.But I didn’t wait for another word.I pushed my chair back, stood up, and walked out of the dining room. A few minutes later, I returned with the marriage contract in my hands. Without reading it again, I picked up the pen and signed my name.The room fell silent.My father stared at my signature, guilt written all over his face.My stepmom however, smiled.“At least for the first time, you’re doing something meaningful for this family.” I looked at her but said nothing. I simply put the pen down and walked away.A few days later, the family hosted a

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

CHAPTER THREE

Micheal’s POVChloe walked quickly down the hallway, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and the room she had just passed. She didn’t notice I was standing farther down the corridor.I had seen her. I had watched the way her expression changed after she heard the voices behind the closed door. I had noticed the brief pain in her eyes before she forced herself to walk away. But she never looked back. She entered the banquet hall. A second later, she accidentally bumped into a passing server. The tray in his hands tilted, and a glass of wine spilled all over Chloe’s dress.“Oh my God!”The entire hall turned toward her. Whispers immediately filled the room. “Isn’t she always so clumsy?”“She just embarrassed herself in front of everyone.”“Poor girl.” Chloe lowered her eyes, fighting the humiliation burning across her face. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the server stammered. Before she could respond, I appeared beside her. My expression instantly silenced the room. I remove

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

Chapter four

Chloe’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection; I hardly recognized myself. My white wedding gown hugged my figure elegantly before flaring beautifully toward the floor. The fitted wedding dress graced my shape, while delicate details across the fabric gave the dress an expensive, sophisticated appearance.My long veil flowed behind me, stretching several feet across the floor.My makeup was soft and elegant. My eyes were subtly defined, My lips carried a gentle shade of pink, and my complexion looked flawless beneath the soft glow of the lights.My dark hair had been styled into an elegant updo, with a few delicate strands framing my face beneath the veil, I looked like a bride from a fairytale.But beneath the beauty, I was terrified. Today, I was becoming Michael’s wife.The church was filled with guests.Soft music floated through the enormous hall as everyone waited for the bride. Then the doors opened; I stepped inside. My long veil trailed behind me, spre

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

Chapter Five

MICHEAL’S POVThe next morning, I sat in my study, my attention fixed on the documents scattered across my desk.The room was quiet except for the occasional ticking of the antique clock against the wall. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, the events of the previous night returned to haunt me.Chloe. The way she had looked at me. The way she had tried to hide her pain behind that calm expression. There was something about her I couldn’t understand, something that made it difficult to push her out of my mind.A soft knock sounded on the door.“Come in.” The door opened, and Adrian walked in with a thick brown file in his hand. He closed the door behind him before approaching my desk.“I have it,” he said.I looked up from the documents.“The information you asked for?” He nodded and placed the file in front of me. “Everything I’ve managed to gather so far.”I opened it slowly.“Chloe’s family has been treating her badly for years,” Adrian began. “From what I’ve discovere

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

Chapter Six

CHLOE’S POVGo to the bathroom and clean yourself up.” Michael’s cold voice echoed through the bedroom. I looked at him, hoping to find even the slightest trace of emotion on his face, but there was nothing. Not even a smile. I swallowed the words threatening to escape my mouth and slowly climbed down from the table.My legs felt weak, and I had to steady myself against the bedside table before walking toward the bathroom. The moment I stepped inside, I shut the door behind me. For a few seconds, I stood there, staring at my reflection in the enormous mirror. Was this really my life now? I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, letting it wash away the sweat clinging to my skin. I didn’t know what to think about everything that had happened between Michael and me.Was I supposed to feel happy? Sad? Or simply accept that this was another part of the agreement I had signed? I closed my eyes.Three weeks ago, I was Chloe Blake, the daughter nobody wanted. Now, I was Mrs.

Last Updated : 2026-10-20

Chapter Seven

MICHAEL’S POV“Did she throw it at you, or did you give her a reason to?” Chloe stared at me. For a moment, she looked as though she hadn’t heard me correctly. “A reason?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. I slipped my hands into my pockets.“That’s what I asked.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Of course.” I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing, Michael.” She shook her head. “Absolutely nothing. Her voice cracked. “I’m tired, Michael.” She looked at me one last time. “Can I please go upstairs?” I stared at her.For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to answer immediately. Then I stepped aside. “Go.” She nodded and walked past me. I watched her climb the staircase, one hand pressed against her neck. She didn’t look back. Not once. And I hated how much that bothered me. “Michael!” Grandma’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned toward her. “What?” She folded her arms. “That girl is disrespectful. Did you see how she spoke to me?” I glanced at the shattered c

Last Updated : 2026-10-20

Chapter Eight

CHLOE’S POVI stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how much more pain I could endure before I finally broke.The doctor had finished treating the burns on my cheek and neck about an hour ago. Thankfully, he said they weren’t severe, but I would need to apply the prescribed cream regularly and avoid irritating the affected areas.I gently touched the skin near my cheek and winced.It still hurt. But not nearly as much as the words Michael had thrown at me earlier.Did she throw it at you, or did you give her a reason to? I laughed bitterly. A reason? What possible reason could justify someone throwing hot tea at another person’s face?Was there something about me that made people believe they could treat me however they wanted? I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “No more crying, Chloe,” I whispered to my reflection.But even as I said those words, another tear escaped. I quickly wiped it away. I was tired of crying. Tired of feeling helpless. And most importantly, tired of allowing

Last Updated : 2026-10-21

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