Chloe Baker Novels & Stories

As soon as the woman arrived, the guests present gasped in surprise. "Oh my goodness, that's Chloe!" "Chloe is Faldoria's top designer. She ranks among the top ten best designers in the world, and her designs are always bestsellers…" "Chloe will surely comment on the Clusian's work! This is going to get interesting!" The comments section of the livestream was even more lively. Someone asked, "Do you guys think Chloe will praise or criticize Mrs. Ripley?"

She slightly moved her lips, revealing a smile, and asked, "May I know how to address both of you?" "My name is Chloe Brook, you can just call me Chloe. As for my mom, you can call her Auntie Grace," the beautiful woman replied. Chloe, known as Charming Chloe since her school days because of her beautiful and alluring appearance, has been called that by colleagues and friends until now. As long as she doesn't speak, she appears to be an elegant young lady, but once she opens her mouth, that image is shattered.

“You know I’m a lawyer. I’d make sure you get custody of Tessa. Don’t you worry.” “Really?” I sniffed, looking up at her. “I promise you.” She swore to me, her eyes swirling with determination. I sighed in relief. Chloe was one of the most sought-after lawyers in New York. If she says she’s going to win a case, nothing can stop her. “Alright, this depressing mood is no good.” She lifted my head and stood up. “Stand up, we’re going clubbing.” I shook my head and grunted in reply. “I don’t think I can.”

she let out a breathy, mocking laugh—“you’re clinging to Ezra Montgomery. A man with a hidden wife, for God’s sake. Don’t you feel shame? You divorced Damien, didn’t you? So why are you still lurking in our lives like some desperate ex?” I smiled. That slow, dangerous kind of smile people usually regret drawing out of me. “Oh, sweetie,” I purred. “You keep thinking Damien chose you. You think I’m here to win him back?” I took a step closer, watching her flinch, “No, darling. I’m here to end him.” Chloe suddenly burst out laughing, a sharp, mocking cackle that echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Oh my God,” she gasped between wheezes of laughter, pointing at me like I was some comedy act. “Are yo

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

'Show me yours. Chloe felt a surge of confidence, her pastry chef instincts kicking in despite the butterflies in her stomach. She moved to a workstation, spotting ingredients neatly organized—flour, sugar, fresh fruits, and blocks of chocolate. 'Alright,' she said, rolling up her sleeves with a determined smile. 'Let's make something simple but impressive. A chocolate tart with a twist.' She began with precise movements, measuring flour and butter for the crust, her hands deft as she rubbed them together to form crumbs.

“Who's that? I've never seen her before.” “You don't need to know.” Jade replied her, trying to unbutton his jacket as well. It seemed as if he was feeling the same heat as Sapphire. But Sapphire swallowed hard, trying to concentrate and act as if she isn't even listening. "That just made me more curious." She folded her arms on her chest, looing at Sapphire in a funny manner. “Hello there, miss. I'm Chloe Charles Biden.” Chole muttered, resting her hands in her hips with a malicious grin across her face.

You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with. To which I have, all afternoon, been responding with various versions of yes, but he deserves it. I pick Chloe up from her apartment at six forty-five. She’s wearing a white dress that is very tight and very short but also looks really good against her tan skin. Her dark hair is up, with carefully arranged tendrils framing her face. She’s radiating the specific brightness of a young woman who’s been told she’s going to be photographed and has prepared accordingly. "Mason! Oh my God, you look so

He asked, hoping he could reason with her. “I will stop crying if Miss Bailey apologizes.” Hazel said. Chloe was not happy with the request. “No, I won’t apologize!” Chloe was shocked by the little girl’s request. She was only Six years old yet she was toying with her. Hazel definitely knew what she was doing. “This little devil!” Chloe thought. She was the daughter of THE Bailey's, a great businessman and the fiancee of Alexander Lancaster. A powerful woman like her was asked to apologize to a little girl? In her dreams!

“Your Honor, I would like to invite Ms. Chloe Baker, an important witness of this trial.” “You may proceed.” “Ms. Bakery, could you please state your relationship with Mr. Andrews and Ms. Walker for the court?” Chloe glanced at Andrew before turning her attention back to the lawyer. “Andrew, Elena, and I have been friends since we entered university. Later, they both fell in love and got married.” “And you confirm that you’ve had no romantic involvement with Mr. Elliot?” Mr. Harper pressed. Chloe nodded without any hesitation. “That’s right. We’re just friends.”