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A smirk appeared on her face. Absentmindedly Chloe muttered “ 1 Million dollars? Where will I get that kind of money in 24 hours, on top of that I need another 1.5 million for Andrea's surgery! Where will I get the money? She said and tears started streaming down her cheeks. “That's none of my business, by the way, I just want my money back by tomorrow!” Miss Dragon shouted, cutting through her thoughts. Then Chloe raised her gaze to meet up with hers.

The fabricated strategy-theft article had been pulled down by *The Westmore Insider* at dawn, yet the toxic damage remained. I hadn't seen Luca directly, but the bitter taste in my mouth was his flavor. Suddenly, a phone screen flashed inches from my face. Chloe, the campus TikToker, slid into my path with a wide, fake grin that didn't reach her eyes. She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

Esther’s cold voice sliced through Chloe’s hysteria, word by word: “Five mil? You think Esther’s life is only worth that much? My account balance is worth thousands of times more. This little money? It’s just compensation for the mental damage your threats caused me.” Chloe’s breath caught. Something was off. Then, across from her, the woman slowly pulled down her mask — revealing a face so stunning, so radiant, it left Chloe completely speechless. ***

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?”

"I am sorry it took me this long to come. Here, meet my goddaughter, Chloe. She is getting married and here to pick a befitting wedding dress for royalty." "Hi." Darby waved at her. "Congratulations on your engagement." Chloe gasped lightly, she didn't think the designer would be so beautiful. "Thank you, you look so beautiful. Did you add some coloring to your hair?" She asked smiling. Patting her hair unconsciously, Darby chuckled. "No, it just has a natural brownish red feeling. You are beautiful too. Thanks for coming." "Your face looks familiar though." Chloe noted. "She sure will look familiar. The latest release of FORBES magazine has her on the cover page as under thirty most influen

of boredom. The music shifted to a slower, more deliberate waltz. The lights dimmed further, casting the ballroom in a sea of amber and gold. I stayed tucked between Sarah and Vince, my emerald dress a dark, defiant spark against their black attire. I was a junior editor from a small island, surrounded by people who bought and sold futures for breakfast, yet for the first time, I realized I held the most valuable currency in the room. ​I knew who Luke Cromwell was when he had nothing. And judging by the way he was looking at me now, he was starting to realize that "nothing" might have been the best thing he ever had.

"I created a mess yesterday. It was my fault completely which drowned me in a huge sum of money to pay." Melissa sat beside "How much?" "A million euro..." Chloe sat straight Wearing her shoes. "What the!?" Melissa almost shouted but controlled herself on time and leaned toward Chloe. "What the fuck you are saying!? A million euro? Is it some kind of joke? What did you even do!?" Wearing a high ponytail, Chloe shook her head. "I wish it was a joke, but it's not. And that is why Mr Rossi allowed me to work in the office ..."

Chloe's reputation went up in flames after that night. Darian made sure she got punished, and the school forum roasted her alive: [I've hated Chloe Ackley forever. Anyone near Darian got bullied by her crew. She had it coming.] [She acted like royalty just for dating him. Imagine if she actually married into the Drummonds. Thank god karma showed up.] Her family had to beg, bribe, and basically sell their souls to drag her out of that mess. Me? Mission accomplished. I scored twenty million in cash, ten houses across the country, and a fat stack of stock. The total value was fifty million.

He demanded, arching his brow. “We should have met in a better place than this, but sadly we are meeting here because you didn’t acknowledge my invitation,” Chloe said taughtinly, approaching Jackson. “I’m Chloe. Chloe Anderson, CEO of the Anderson Group,” she stretched her hand forward to Jackson, which he took begrudgingly. When Chloe asked her spy to dig up information about Jackson, she had been informed that he was owing a loan that would be due soon; she thought it was an opportunity to strike...

"You aren't running anywhere. Do you have any idea who Julian Vane is?" "He's a CEO," I said, wiping my eyes. "He's rich. So what?" "He's not just rich, Elena. He's the Julian Vane." Chloe grabbed her laptop from the side table and started typing. "You were so busy being a housewife for the last ten years that you didn't see what was happening in the real world. Look at this." She turned the laptop screen toward me. I stared at the G****e search results. JULIAN VANE: THE CEO OF WALL STREET.