Chloe Carlson Husband Novels & Stories

Damon had been obsessed for eight long months. It started the day the moving truck arrived next door. He was in his kitchen, coffee in hand, when she stepped out—Chloe Harper, twenty-nine, golden blonde hair cascading down her back, cutoff denim shorts riding high on tanned thighs, a white tank top stretched tight over full, heavy breasts that swayed with every step as she helped unload boxes. Her husband, Ethan, was already barking orders into his phone, barely glancing at her.

Chloe strolled in and started talking immediately “Scarlett is getting married this week. Gosh, I still find it hard to believe......Dad is officially an enemy.” “Even if he is getting married, must it be to my ex-girlfriend? Well, it's fine. But am not attending the wedding” “That for sure...” Chloe nodded. I checked the time on my phone, it was 7:21 am. I carried my briefcase and faced Chloe. “Will be going to work now...” I informed her. “Okay, bro. Try to not think about it okay..” “Sure I won’t “ I made to leave the room. “Oh, Harry...” she called.

"That woman is from a disgraced family that moved to the slumps, what, seven, eight years ago? Anyway, watch her." Her son nodded. His eyes drifted to his stepmother clapping in excitement. Caroline Greenland was how Hunter Greenland Introduced her half a year ago. She seemed to talk nonstop to her husband, who only nodded. Kenny took a drink from his brandy, watching her every move. Georgina scoffed. It seemed like she wanted to say something else but stopped as both of them became distracted by Sher re-entering the room through a separate door. Sher walked up to Master Harmony and handed him the contract. He read through it pretty quickly for a man going up in age.

"That's her?" "She's prettier than Valarie." "Lucky girl, marrying Evans Wilson." If only they knew. Evans stopped at a corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, a woman sat at a desk, typing furiously on her laptop. She looked up when she heard us and smiled. But it wasn't a friendly smile. It was sharp and calculating. "Chloe," Evans said. "This is Hailey, my wife. She'll be working with the design team."

Ariana pouted and cooed, "Mr. Edison, a real man owns up to losing a bet. No cheating now. I'm having you today, no matter what." "Carson, my husband's useless, and Ariana's husband is dead. Why don't you just satisfy us both for once? I heard from Chloe that you're extremely well-endowed. Don't worry, we'd never breathe a word to anyone." Susan's face brimmed with seductive charm. I was speechless. Even if they had needs, I was Chloe's future father-in-law. That still made us relatives by marriage. Then it hit me. "So tonight's card game… you planned all this, didn't you?"

Chloe is outside with our parents, chatting with Rory as Adam, Rory and Dean’s one-year-old son, plays in the yard. “It does,” he says and flicks his eyes to Dean. “Brace yourself for her disappointment. We’re leaning toward something small without announcing the date to anyone but family.” “Give Rory a fake date then,” Mason quips, sliding a beer over to me. “One months ahead of when you actually want to get married.” Sam lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s not a bad idea. This whole being famous by association is fucking weird,” he admits. Chloe is a bestselling author with a very successful TV show based off of her series and has a huge fanbase. “Anyway, how’s work?”

He yelped, "you are a total disaster! I wish I never married someone like you if I knew someday you're gonna have a face of a zombie." Rage gripped me and I hurled a slap at his cheek. His cheek reddened like a tomato. "Well it's me!" I screamed at the top of her voice he clearly saw the way down my throat, "it's still me Chloe the girl you fell in love with!" I felt I needed to remind him I was that gorgeous lady he spotted sitting at a coffee shop eight years ago. I was gazing outside the window from where I sat and I unconsciously saw a tall well-build man walking across the road. His light green eyes and his aquiline nose entranced me and I looked outside again to glance him properly.

Allen; how could anyone not, He was the number one richest man in the S, A, Z, M, N country; he ruled all over these five countries. But for his wife, he sacrificed everything and withdrew him and suddenly caged him somewhere no one knows. “So this is Mr. Easter’s daughter? Ashley's father, a very famous person, it’s quite amazing, Mr. Allen. How could he not know who Ashely was? “Yes,” she smiled. Mr. Allen took her and greeted her.

He also waved at me and Dion did the same. "Mommy!" He called again with his sweet voice. I was annoyed looking at all the attention Damon got but I had to compose myself for my son. I waved back at him and made my way towards him. I can hear different types of comment from people. "Is he Damon Montreal's son?" "But how? He's not married, is he?" "Is she his secret mistress or what?" "This is an incredible case! The boy is so lucky!" I scoffed, knowing they are only doing this because of Damon. I walked up to my son and hugged him.