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Only one place remained untouched: our old bedroom. The once-pristine house was reduced to ruin. Chloe spat venom at him, calling him insane, and tried to seize the chance to carry Liam away. But Adrian, seething with rage, yanked her back. In the struggle she toppled into the wreckage, a jagged shard of ceramic driving into her forehead, blood once more staining the Foster estate. Chloe was dead. Liam wept beside her, his small body racked with sobs. Adrian’s eyes widened, his gaze fixed in numb silence on the scene before him.

She smiled as she munched her food. Chloe couldn't control herself. She stared at her hands which were covered with blood, blood dripping from the neck of the human standing in front of her. Two other people were lying dead. She had killed a lot of people for the past weeks, she stared at the girl's neck, she pitied her. This girl was close to death, she was staggering, her feet were weak and her gaze couldn't behold the two figures in front of her.

Between hiccups, she whispered, "I thought you would trust me. I thought our love was strong, but you destroyed everything, Andrew. You destroyed us." After some time, Chloe lay like a lifeless soul on the edge of the terrace, unafraid to die. She wasn't crying anymore, but her heart still ached with unbearable pain. She stared at the sky with a deadpan expression, her hair fluttering in the cold breeze.

“You and Ghost. You’re just the same, you think people love you, but deep down everyone hates you. They fight for you because they have no other choice and the moment you…” Xavier stared at her as she paused and started coughing out blood from her mouth. “You’ve said enough for a whole month,” Rhea muttered, retrieving her dagger from Chloe’s back. “You’ve done enough damage for a whole lifetime as well. It’s time you rested, Chloe.” Chloe’s eyes were wide open in shock as she died slowly. She knew Rhea well and she never expected that the princess would opt for a sneak attack when she was not looking. “Seriously?” Chloe laughed as she choked on her own blood. “I would have been honored to d

Was she jealous? "I am flattered and also married," I said and let out a nervous chuckle. I could feel the girl's attraction toward me. It was strong. I narrowed my eyes and concentrated on getting inside Chole's head. I had a feeling I wouldn't like what I will see in there. And I was right. I saw nothing but darkness and blood. Chloe was far from innocent. She had killed hundreds of thousands of people to quench her thirst. ~I bet his blood tastes delicious.~

She blinked. "I mean, you must have things you have been wanting to ask him about." "Like why he left my brother and I?" She casually threw into the conversation and Nathaniel gave a single nod, his eyes wearing a little guilt. "You also mentioned that your mother left you too. Do you know where she is?" Chloe smacked her lips loudly, her eyes fell on the ceiling above and she said, still with a causal tone, "She is dead." "What?" "She died a year ago."

My pager vibrates—surgical update from the ER, but even as I walk through the automatic doors, my mind is miles away. Her eyes. They are the same eyes that have been haunting me for years. The ones I see when I'm too tired to sleep. The ones I used to look at across a library table, lit by desk lamps and quiet trust. But it can’t be her. Chloe Quinn is gone. Moved— Married–according to old campus gossip. Disappeared in a way only someone who wanted to disappear could. No one loses that much weight. No one changes that much. It’s impossible.

I watched as she disappeared into the shadows, her words still ringing in my ears: 'Sisters don’t mean much in this world anymore. I wanted to scream after her, to demand answers. But I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind spinning. How could she be alive? How could she have survived The Burning? My heart ached with the memory of the last time I saw her, screaming for me as the flames swallowed our world. I had thought she was dead. I had mourned her. And now, here she was, leading this crumbling settlement like a ghost from my past. The Chloe I knew would never have abandoned anyone. The Chloe I knew was kind, brave—she would’ve fought for every last soul. But the woman I had just spoke

It’s like the Noah I knew died the day she died. Today is Chloe’s death anniversary. She passed away two years ago from stage four brain cancer. No one knew she was sick. Not even Chloe herself. By the time she was diagnosed, it was already too late. There was nothing they could have done to save her. They had given her a maximum of one year to live, but Chloe died four months after the cancer was diagnosed. "I miss her so much," he whispers, voice hoarse. "Why did it have to be her? Why did she have to die? How are the twins supposed to survive without her? How am I supposed to live without her?"

"Sir, Ms. Chloe…is gone." "What do you mean ‘gone?’" "Ms. Chloe had an accident at the mansion. She fell and was immediately brought to the hospital. The doctors discovered severe internal bleeding. While they were performing the surgery, a fire broke out. And despite their efforts, they couldn't save the baby or her..."