Even After Her Death Novel Chloe Novels & Stories

Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling with a vacant, terrifying stillness. My wide eyes dropped to her throat which had been slit open. It was a clean, professional cut with no jagged edges. Blood slowly drained from my face, my throat running dry. Chloe was dead. And as I stood there, the copper scent of her blood filling my lungs, I realized with a sickening finality that the person who had silenced her was the same person who was now coming for me. I wasn't the hunter anymore. I was the last witness left alive.

Chloe’S POV The hot water ran over her shoulders like rain, but it didn’t wash the blood from her memory. Chloe stood under the spray, arms wrapped around herself, head bowed as water streamed down her face. She wasn’t crying. Not anymore. She didn’t think she had anything left to cry out. The tears had dried somewhere between telling her mother everything and sitting on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, staring at nothing. Now, she just stood there, shaking. Adrian was dead. Nicholas had come. But he hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t said a word—except one.

And now, his revenge far exceeds the torment of hell. "And this is just the beginning, darling," Chloe whispered, deliberately emphasizing the last word with a note of sharp irony. "I will not kill you. Death is too merciful. I will make you watch your kingdom crumble slowly, cut your nails one by one, drain your blood, until you kneel begging at my feet to be deprived of your life." Chloe turned around, swishing her black dress with all the grace of a queen who had just crushed a nuisance ant. "Enjoy the party, Wild Dog," said Chloe before walking towards the VIP room, surrounded by the incomparable honor of all the attendees.

Almost… tender. When he pulled back, I blinked up at him, completely stunned. “What… what was that for?” Raffael sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his expression softening just slightly. “Chloe’s dead.” The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I didn’t understand what he’d said. “What?” “Chloe,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time. “She was found a few days ago. Dead. She was the body I told you about.”

Chloe slowly wiped tears from her face, her smile was determined. The man he loved the most had never loved her, so there was no point in her living. At that time, only an angry voice kept shouting in Chloe's heart... 'I want to die!' 'There will be no pain after death.' Step by step, she ascended the stairs slowly to the twentieth floor. Looking up at Chloe climbing the stairs, the crowd grew noisier. "What does she want to do?” "She's putting on a show. Is it worth it to win a man's heart?"

While Chloe, went back around before deciding to go into the room. After dinner, Chloe chose to hurry back to her room. While Edward continued to work in his room. Waiting for bedtime, Chloe killed her boredom by reading various titles of novels. While taking a sip of the chamomile tea that Leta had prepared, she tried to enjoy the first night staying at Edward's house.

Not the woman caught in the middle of a decades-old conspiracy. Just Chloe. A woman browsing books on a peaceful afternoon. Meanwhile, Hilda had disappeared toward another section after spotting a collection of romance novels, claiming she needed "something to heal her damaged soul after living with paranoid billionaires." Chloe had laughed so hard she nearly dropped the book in her hand. Now she stood alone near a shelf filled with business and self-development titles, absentmindedly running her fingers across the spines. The familiar scent of paper and ink brought back memories she hadn't thought about in years.

Draco is very stubborn and whenever he is out, it takes a miracle for him to not to kill anyone. Suddenly, Chloe teared up ever so slowly, our movement seemed to have been stopped by space and time.

And just like that, she was out of the door, and hopefully, my life. I'd wanted my sexual tension to be terminated. I'd decided to sleep with the first woman who came up to me that night. However, I knew that it was more than just sexual tension that I needed. I had so many things on my mind, that all had to do with Khloe. She dominated my thoughts all day; her kidnap, her near death experience. All those things that weren't pleasant, and I'd appreciate to be stored in the far recesses of my mind. Yet, I knew that wasn't the case. It's almost impossible to get the sight of her in that chair bleeding to death. But she didn't die. She'd pulled through, and she's alive.

I would make sure I'll never make her cry and no harm will befall her. * Authoress' POV Kenny saw Chloe and they both talked. Kenny insisted that they should go to Marazona and know what exactly is going on. They agreed. Sophia to Donald and his mom and they agreed. Kenny, Sophia and Chloe left for Marazona. When they got there, they were welcomed and they were told that the queen already died. Chloe wept bitterly as she continued to blame herself for the death of her mother. Before she had died, she made a confession and in the confession, she stated that she was the one who asked for Kenny's child to be taken away and it should be said that her child was already dead.