Novel & Cerita Even After Her Death Novel Chloe

The wardrobes were stripped of her belongings, and only her scent remained in the room. Now, he wanted to rid the room of the odor. She had truly left. He plopped down on the bed, exerting a hush of air. It was hard to tell how he felt. Chloe had changed; she had become a senseless prostitute overnight, deceiving and humiliating him by warming the beds of strangers. Maybe she was happy to go. And maybe he was happy to have ended everything. Everything? It was overbearing. And it was finally dawning on him that Chloe was gone and he was left with the woman in the sitting room, and he wasn't certain about what he wanted from her.

"So that's why you were so friendly and nice to her?" "Yes, of course. She is the future heir of this company after all. I have to be good at winning her over in order to get promoted quickly." "But there are two trainees, right? What happens if the other trainee turns out to be the granddaughter?" "Chloe? That's impossible. Look at her bags and clothes whose brands I've never heard of. Besides, unlike Nicole who comes to the office in a fancy car, Chloe only takes the bus. There is no chance she's the heir of this huge company."

Chloe’s Pov 'Today, I marry the man who might have ordered my twin sister's death' I looked at myself in the mirror staring at the beautiful bride who would be getting married in less than 10 minutes. But I couldn't see myself in the mirror. All I saw was my twin sister Zoe who I looked identical to. My sister, who died last night. My entire life changed last night when I met Zoe for the first time. A twin sister I never knew I had, she was full of secrets and mysteries, which was up to me to discover on my own.

Ayleen glanced at him with admiratio and it seemed the young man enjoyed reading. And when it was Ayleen’s turn to pay for her purchases, the bookstore clerk said, “Oh, Miss. Please wait a moment!” Ayleen nodded without suspicion and watched as the young woman took something from the shelf behind her. The cashier then handed the item she had picked up to Ayleen. Ayleen raised her eyebrows when she saw that the item was actually the novel she had wanted to buy. “This novel … hasn’t been bought yet?” Ayleen asked innocently.

"Or because the scene revealed something they weren't ready to address. The novel had structure problems in Volume 7. The pacing was inconsistent and several plot threads were dropped without explanation." The woman picked up her tea again. She drank slowly, and Kael had the impression that she was using the action to buy time while she processed what he had said. "You're claiming," she said, "that you have knowledge of events that haven't happened because you read them in a story that described this world as fiction." "Yes." "And you believe I'm a character from that story." "I believe you're Seraphyne Voss, formerly known as the Crimson Empress, Void-tier Awakener, and the final antagonist

"Not poison. Should we let them rot longer, or call someone to clean this up?" Chloe pulled out her phone, dialed, and snapped, "Come get them. Now." She turned on her heel and stormed out, lightning flickering eerily along the path. French Quarter Back at the apartment, Chloe paced like a caged animal before heading to the fridge. I’m hungry, blood will do, she poured a glass for her and one for Arran. "I need to tell you some…" she started, but the sentence was cut short as she collapsed. Arran reached for her, but darkness swallowed him too.

"If that's what you want." The memory faded. Chloe rested her head against the window. For the first time... A different question entered her mind. What if everyone had known? Would anything have changed? Would Catherine have admitted the truth? Would Lucien have looked at her differently? She smiled sadly. Probably not. The car eventually stopped in front of the penthouse. After thanking the driver, Chloe quietly went inside. The mansion felt just as silent as always. She returned to her room, placed her things away and picked up her sketchbook. There were still unfinished designs waiting for her. She sat near the window for several hours, adding small details to one of her jewelry sketches

The same sunlight entered through the curtains. But Chloe felt different. She was married. She had left the island. She had returned to the life waiting for her. And somehow, she wasn't afraid of it. She walked into the living room and opened the curtains. The city was already awake. Cars moved along the streets. People hurried to work. Buildings stood against the morning sky. Life had continued while she and Marcus were away. Chloe watched it for a while. Then she noticed something on the bookshelf. The journal.

Chloe starts saying and my eyebrows shoot up, her statement catching my attention. “I know I have done awful things, but Damon doesn’t deserve to live..” Chloe coughs. “This war started with him..” She says. “I made sure it would end with him.” “I’m going to die, that much is clear. But if I die, Damon dies too.” Chloe says. “And there’s nothing even you can do about it Morgana. He has at most a day before he…” Chloe coughs and then….silence. She’s dead and I see red.

It was bewilderment, a furious, hollowed out sort of sorrow that left her raw and trembling. Chloe was dead. She kept saying the words to herself in whispers, as if saying them louder would make them heavier, more permanent. Chloe — sharp tongued, reckless Chloe, the woman who had been her rival and, at times, the only person who had understood the reckless loneliness that lived beneath Tessa’s composed surface.