Chloe Castellano Novels & Stories

"Of course I remember you" Chloe replied with a smile. "Good cause we will be seeing alot from now on" she walked towards the principal's office. "Oh my God, that was Stephanie O'Neal, multi-million dollar actress, ex girlfriend of William Channing" Cami was so excited to have a celebrity in their school. "They never dated"Chloe added. "Not according to the tabloids, how do you know her?" "We met in Paris once, I am not a fan" she then exited the room.

she greeted cautiously. "Hola," Lucia replied. "Can I help you with something?" Lucia removed her sunglasses slowly, revealing sharp, assessing eyes that immediately scanned Chloe from head to toe. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with an edge that made Chloe's smile falter. "I'm Chloe," she replied, trying to keep her tone friendly. "Franco's girlfriend." Lucia’s eyebrows arched slightly, and she tilted her head. "You are my son's girlfriend? And where are you from, Chloe?" she asked, her tone almost accusatory.

Eloise’s name carried an image of nature and calmness. They sat together at the hospital for about ten minutes before Chloe’s assistant arrived. Eloise briefly explained what had happened before taking her leave. “Is she Miss Viernes’ assistant-agent?” the assistant asked. “She looks young but composed, she doesn’t look like an assistant at all.” Chloe didn’t respond, her lips pressed into a tight line. For twenty years, she had lived as a member of the Lopez family, and now, she was Cosmo’s wife. At the mention of Cosmo’s name, Chloe’s eyes couldn’t help but cloud over.

she shrugged. I eyed her before asking, “What about those men? The ones whom my men are killing right now, outside” “Salvatore, those are my guards. Don't you dare touch them!” She yelled at me, but I know her better than all of that. Chloe is a sick drama queen, and she can be more of a bitch than a mother. She is a fucking psychopath. “There are already dead,” I said straightforwardly, and she gasped, “Salvatore, when did you become a—”

Everyone in the house was dumbfounded. They never expected to come across such juicy news at this so-called pregnancy reveal party. The female lead was pregnant, but the child did not belong to the male lead. Everybody was shocked at the revelation. It was the female lead who revealed it herself! Melissa and Marcela came down the stairs at lightning speed. "My dear, what are you talking about?" Marcela was the first to open her mouth and ask lily, who was feebly leaning her body in Kelly's embrace.

Chloe explained to them, while they both gave her a knowing look. "So it practically means you still love him if he can still get you," Carrie added. "No, I don't, I just can't, he is the only one I have ever given my whole heart to, so he still has some power over me," Chloe explained sadly, but the gaze she got from Carrie made her confused. "Why are you looking behind me?" Chloe asked and then Carrie nudged her head forward. Chloe looked back only to see Zach with a young lady. She was wearing a stunning red knee-length gown, Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was holding a black Hermes bag.

She has reached her limit, I'm not going to take more insults from her. “Right?” She folded her hands under her breasts. “Or should I keep telling them more about you?” Okay, maybe she hasn't crossed her limit. It was best to keep my mouth shut. Chloe stared at my belly, a sinister smile appearing. “Enough,” Kael’s voice cut through the room like a blade. All heads turned to him. “Who are you?” he asked. “And how the hell did you get into my building?” Chloe’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “I—I came here to—”

"Though, if anyone here thinks we’ve got the wrong guy, feel free to speak up. No? Shocking." Chloe’s gaze swept over them, sharp and calculating. She stood, drawn forward as if pulled by some unseen force. Callum’s eyes tracked her every move. She walked slowly, her steps deliberate, her expression unreadable. Pausing in front of a tall, brooding man, she studied him. Their eyes locked, his dark, haunted, hers searching. She moved on, scanning the others before returning to her seat with a faint smile. "Place your bets," Callum said, shifting the mood.

The master of ceremonies’ voice echoed under the chandeliers. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome tonight’s stars — Miss Chloe Dubois and Mr. Zachary Grant.” Vincent’s eyes lifted to the grand staircase. Spotlights flared. His half-sister descended gracefully, arm hooked around the man who probably used to hold Isabella that same way. Chloe’s gown glittered with silver, her smile painted to perfection. The faintest curve of her stomach was visible beneath the fabric — the kind of thing her PR team would call hell's timing.

"Scarlett." ******