Get A Life Chloe Brown Novels & Stories

“What’s this about? What do you have on Savannah?” Chelsea leaned back, her demeanor calm, almost smug. “Patience, Chloe. You’ll want to savor this.” Chloe’s brows furrowed. “Let's see it already. My blood is racing." Chelsea reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. Her fingers swiped across the screen before she turned it toward Chloe. A video began to play. Chloe’s eyes widened as the footage unfolded, her hand flying to her mouth. Shock painted her features as she stared at the screen, unable to tear her gaze away. “What the—? Where did you get this?”

“Expect preliminary in forty eight hours.” Chloe’s mouth curved into a thin smile. This was the start. She finished a script for a friendly TV producer in which she would appear composed, governed, wronged. She would be the injured wife — hurt, dignified, hurt again. But upstairs or underneath, she’d collect ammunition. ***

The chat quickly turned into a chaotic mess of gossip and chatter. Chloe never reappeared, clearly playing up the mystery. I got bored and simply exited the group. Right then, a message popped up from Chloe’s alternate account: “Evelyn White, see? I can still make a comeback without Julian Moore.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what if there were no men? Could you still manage it?” Chloe replied, full of self-righteous confidence: “This world runs on men or women. That’s right, I won with a man. I’m not like you—born with a winning hand.”

Next day. Tn studio. "Brown you asked for me?" Someone walked into Brown's office. Brown looked up from the news magazine he was reading to see Chloe. "Sit." She sat opposite him. Brown rubbed his palm against his face for a few seconds before he spoke. "It came to my notice that you had a little brawl yesterday with some of our new models." Brown said drumming his fingers at the edge of the desk. "Brawl? I won't call it that."

She was of average height, but she was a brown-skinned woman. "Alpha Leon, what would you like to have for breakfast?" Chloe asked in a professional tone, as she was able to differentiate me from my triple brothers, unlike the rest of the maids, who didn't know if I was Liam or Luis, except for now that Luis is faking his left leg injury.

While driving she noticed a small car crash at a U-turn adjacent to her and she remembered the day her life came to an end in her past life. Even though it was painful, she decided not to look at the bad side as an idea crept into her head. Blake was a general physician and a gynecologist so using sickness and childlessness as an excuse would be an easier way to get closer to him. "Yes!" She exclaimed excitedly as she packed her car in the underground parking lot of the biggest general hospital in Castile. Chloe was a public figure so going to the reception and asking to see the CEO without an appointment wasn't a big deal.

The look in their faces when I stepped into the room without knocking while they were talking and giggling with each other that they didn't notice me until I locked the door and turned staring at the two girls. "Rosa do you like your lap dogs?," I asked as I walked towards them slowly removing my jewelry from my wrist as I walked up to her desk and placing them on her table as I had both girls attention now. "I didn't do anything so you can't accuse me of anything?," The brunette spoke "You did though, both of you did something?," I said as I had removed all my jewelry to place on Rosalie's desk when she looked up at me. "Not particularly," she answered flippantly as she continued with her w

“Good. I want them to suffer. Leo thinks he can just discard me like I’m nothing? He’s wrong. And that girl—Chloe—she’s going to regret ever crossing me.” Her lawyer raised an eyebrow. “Just remember, Ms. Brown, this kind of case could go either way. Leo’s legal team is formidable, and if they present the right evidence, it could backfire.” Melissa waved him off. “I don’t care. I want them tied up in legal hell for as long as possible. And if I can’t win this in court, I’ll find another way to make their lives miserable.” --- Back at the office, Leo and Chloe were working closely with their legal team, preparing for the inevitable battle. As they reviewed documents and strategies, Leo's phon

I pressed, my determination evident. "Then what do you want?" Mister Leo asked, his tone firm. "I need your help," I began, my voice sincere. Mister Leo's gaze narrowed, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. "My help with what?" "A few days ago, a girl came to your ship, didn't she?" I asked, my eyes locked on his. Mister Leo stepped off the ship, his movements deliberate. "Many people come to my ship. Be specific." I took a deep breath. "She has brown hair, gray eyes, and olive skin. Her name is Darla Matthew."

Fuck my life. The cousin must've heard the commotion or more like she's nosy just like Elena and every doorbell is a dog whistle to come running, and she appeared in the doorway looking and smelling like a million bucks. She took one look at Ma, and I swear about fifty years disappeared from the two women.