Glitter Force Chloe Novels & Stories

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

The wound on my back hadn't healed—I was no match for her. As we went downstairs, she showed no mercy and shoved me hard down the steps. As my body tumbled, I felt the wound on my back split open again. Warm blood seeped out. "I've already decided to leave. I'll go today. I don't want Jonathan anymore. I'll never appear in front of you again—" Before I could finish, she yanked my hair again. "No, Chloe. How can you leave? If you leave now, how will I make Jonathan completely give up on you?

In that instant, I felt the blood turn to ice in my veins. Stiffly, I turned my head toward the woman standing in the front row, wearing a radiant smile. Chloe. She was waving her bouquet, cheering my name at the top of her lungs. Just an hour ago, she had been brushing tears from her eyes as she straightened the train of my dress, squeezing my hands and telling me I deserved all the happiness in the world. "Even just now, while you were preparing for the ritual, she was riding me," Julian added, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back."

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

The penthouse was on the Duomo side higher than Vane’s, which meant Liora had money Vane didn’t have, or the kind of old money that didn’t bother counting. Nyx sat in a white room with big windows and tried not to think about falling. Liora was late. Exactly twelve minutes late, which was calculated, not accidental. When she arrived, she was wearing Chanel. Not the obvious kind the kind that whispered instead of screamed. Her hair was silver, her eyes were Vane’s eyes except meaner, and she smiled like a shark that had learned to use a fork.

Tiffany's head snapped back, her champagne splashing across the white marble as she stumbled. Chloe shook her stinging hand, her voice like shards of ice. "Listen carefully. I won't bring trouble to those who actually care about me," she said, her eyes flickering toward Julian. "But I will never mistake your fear for respect again. And I am done letting you use that respect as a weapon!" "You... you'll never get those heirlooms now!" Marcus roared. "Then you'd better go and guard them," Chloe laughed, a wild, reckless sound. "Because if even one of them is damaged, you lose the only leverage you have left."

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

"Make the donation in the morning and send out a press release about Mitchelle's charitable nature." "You're sure?" Chloe asked even though her grin suggested she already knew my answer. "I'm sure," I confirmed as I clinked my glass against hers. "Let's see how she handles loosing such possession when all she wants is to be seen as powerful." Chloe laughed and took a long drink of her wine, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at finally having a concrete plan to push back against Mitchelle's games. She wanted to make us uncomfortable in our own home, but we were about to show her that two could play at psychological warfare.

Seeing that the room was clear, Chloe dropped the innocent act. Her face twisted into a sinister smirk. She gloated, saying, "So what if I am? I dusted the room with a little something to trigger your heart condition." She stepped closer, looking way too pleased with herself. "Bet you didn't see this coming, did you? I already swiped your meds. Oh, and your phone? Smashed it."

"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.