Get A Life Chloe Brown Novels & Stories

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

I'm still the main boss after all. “We are coming, give us the next twenty-five minutes,” Luis said. Twenty-five minutes is also the time my brother gave me and both will be coming in the same car. I settled in my office waiting for them but while doing this, I switched on my system to g****e some information about Chloe’s past lives, her name is Chloe Patricks. Cameron's POV

Chloe agreed, her face resuming the fierce look it had earlier. Chloe is a dark chocolate-skinned girl with a nose pointing towards heaven. Her eyes, which she was blessed with, are tiny with deep blue orbs that always glittered in the light. She had dark curls that stopped above her bosom and beautiful straight legs that drew men's attention to her. She had taken after her mother in looks, but in color, she was the exact copy of her grandmother. Her IQ wasn't too great, so she always had to depend on her little sister to understand things.

Her fingers needed something to do—anything to distract her from the dull ache settling deep in her chest. She opened the internet, scrolling mindlessly. News. Fashion. Random videos. She barely registered any of it, her thumb moving on autopilot. And then— Boom. Chloe. The page loaded fully, and there it was: Chloe’s pregnancy shoot, splashed across her screen in all its glossy, curated perfection. Soft lighting. Flowing fabric. Chloe glowing, radiant, one hand resting protectively on her baby bump. And Damian.

"After all, money earned by selling yourself tastes extra sweet." "You sold your body, and I made a fortune." "You...!" Chloe let out a guttural gasp, her eyes bulging with rage. The humiliation of that night surged back—I'd been stripped naked and thrown under Dylan Armstrong, treated like a rag! And this woman I had blackmailed the White family for ten million with a camera! Chloe suddenly snatched the fruit knife from Cheryl's hand! "Chloe!"Cheryl screamed, trying to stop her, and the knife clattered to the floor.

"Mom, it's time for you to be announced with dad!" Natalie glanced at the new figure standing behind her in the mirror and she smiled. Chloe has grown to be a beautiful woman with her long blonde hair and her sparkling blue eyes. She was dressed in a silk pink gown which stopped just below her knees and she matched it with a pair of gold heels and her gold purse. Now at sixteen approaching seventeen and almost done with high school, Chloe was her consolation for her lost child but tonight everything will change. She smiled when she remembered the pregnancy test stick she had left inside the bathroom. She would finally get her heart desire after ten years.

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

"But if I stay under your wing forever, I’ll never grow. I realized the day my mother died that I can’t hide. I have to step into the world and prove I can survive it" A single tear tracked down her cheek, landing on the phone screen. Julian reached out, his hand trembling before he finally let his fingertips brush hers. "What can I do?" he whispered. Chloe looked out the window at the distant, glittering stars of the city. "I want to get onto The Heartbeat Chronicles. Does Thorne Industries have a way in?". Julian froze. He tapped the steering wheel, a frown deepening on his face. "Thorne Industries doesn't deal in variety shows".

I said as excitement rose once again in my body. The door swung open immediately and a brown haired lady stepped in. "What do you think?" She smiled, gesturing around the room. "Chloe, it's beautiful!" I said and wrapped my arms around her in a bear hug. "Aww. Thanks. I went through some trouble to get it this way but it was worth it." She said and looked me sternly in the face. "I hope you're ready?" "I was born ready." She chuckled, "Larissa Tokenmoon is finally gonna get some dick, who would have thought?"

Aunt Sarah asked, her voice trembling with the fear of losing her connection to the Grayson wealth. Chloe didn't answer. She looked at the photos of herself and Liam Martin—a ghost from a past life being used to haunt her present. Someone was coordinating this. The "phantom" in the basement, the photos in the dungeon, and now this viral hit piece—it was a synchronized execution. "I have to go," Chloe said, her voice like sharpened steel. "Mom, take Silas and the others home. I’m going to find Sarah."