Lucifer Chloe Fanfiction

Lyra Halstead is a hardworking young woman who spends most of her time creating and helping her fiance Elias build his company. She was so preoccupied with making everything work that she know that one person she trusted most in the world was orchestrating her downfall. On the morning she completes the final update for Aegis, the software destined to save his company, she walks into his office to find him in the arms of her best friend. In that crushing moment, her love, loyalty, and career are stripped away, leaving her with nothing but rage and a fierce desire for revenge. With Elias taking credit for everything she had worked for and created and Chloe smiling in triumph at stealing what was valuable to Lyra, Lyra realizes that talk alone won’t bring justice. She had to hurt him as bad as he had done her. She knew to destroy a man like Elias she needed an alliance with someone who has all the resources to dismantle her ex fiance's empire. from the inside to the outside. The only man with everything she needs is Xavier Thorne. He is the only man who ever challenged her genius and the one adversary Elias fears. Seeking him out in the city’s tallest tower where he is Lord, she offers her skills and her secrets in exchange for the resources to destroy the man she once loved. Xavier approves aof her strategy. He was game. Lyra transforms into a powerful executive face, ready to infiltrate boardrooms and manipulate contracts to destroy Elias. Xavier carries secrets of his own, secrets that could change everything if they came out. When Lyra glimpses a photograph of his daughter, she finds herself staring at the child that had been stolen from a few years ago.

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

« Mme Sterling, êtes-vous certaine de vouloir mettre fin à vingt ans de mariage... et renoncer à la garde de vos enfants ? » « Oui. Déposez les documents. J'en ai assez. » Ma voix était calme, sans tremblement, tandis que je frottais avec énergie une tache de graisse tenace sur le plan de travail en marbre. Vingt ans. Vingt ans à m'oublier, à me fondre dans les murs de cette maison. À gérer chaque détail domestique, à m'inquiéter pour chaque bulletin scolaire, à me tenir dans l'ombre d'Alexander, soutien silencieux et sans récrimination de son ascension inexorable au sein du consortium. Et lui ? Le voilà qui avait donné une interview, flanqué de sa jeune sœur adoptive, Chloe. Il avait osé déclarer sans même un battement de cil : « Tout ce que j'ai accompli, je le dois à elle. À ma chère petite sœur. » Même mes enfants me regardaient avec ce mépris froid, traitant de « banale » et de « vulgaire » la femme qui les avait mis au monde. Ils formaient un front uni, tous quatre, avec cette sœur adoptive omniprésente, cette tata Chloe, qui se comportait en maîtresse des lieux. J'ai signé les papiers du divorce. Je suis partie. Qu'ils forment, eux, leur famille parfaite. Mais par la suite… c'était leur tour de regretter…

LEXIE ZIMMERMAN- Isang simpleng babae na puno ng dignidad, nangangarap ng isang simpleng buhay na may kapayapaan ngunit mahirap para sa kan’ya na makaalis sa poder ng mga Terorista. Ang unang misyon ni Lexie ay patayin si Cedric ngunit dahil sa maling impormasyon na natanggap niya, nabigo ang kanyang misyon. Sa halip na patayin si Cedric, iniligtas pa niya ito. Idineklarang traydor sa kanilang grupo ang dalaga, dahilan kung bakit gusto siyang patayin ng mga kasamahan niyang terorista. CEDRIC HILTON- Sa edad na 34 ay naging matagumpay sa buhay, siya ang batang bilyonaryo na naging Governor ng Montenegro City. Naging obsessed sa babaeng nagligtas ng kanyang buhay. Hindi tumigil ang binata sa paghahanap sa dalaga hanggang sa natagpuan niya ang pamilya nito. Pwersahan niyang ipinakasal sa kanya ang dalaga, ngunit isang pagkakamali ang naging desisyon ng binata dahil ang babaeng pinakasalan nito ay ang identical twin ni Lexie, si Chloe Tanner. Ano ang gagawin ni Cedric kung malaman niya na ang babaeng kinahuhumalingan ay isang Terorista? May pag-asa pa bang magkatuluyan ang dalawa, gayong kasal na ang binata sa kakambal ni Lexie? Ano ang mangyayari kapag nagsama sa iisang bubong ang supladong Governor at ang makulit na dalagang Terorista? Siguradong babaligtad ang mundo mo dito. Samahan n’yo akong pasukin at tuklasin ang mundo ni Lexie Zimmerman at Cedric Hilton sa “Don’t Mess with Me.”

Nang mamatay ang ama ni Maureen, halos gumuho ang mundo niya. Naiwan siyang mag-isa, at kasabay nito ay ang milyong-milyong utang na hindi kayang bayaran ng kanilang bahay o negosyo. Ang madrasta niyang ubod ng sama, na tila kamag-anak ni Lucifer, ay sinisi siya sa lahat ng kamalasan. Pinagbantaan pa siya nito na kung hindi makakapangasawa ng mayaman ay papalayasin siya nito, na ikinatakot niya, dahil wala na siyang ibang matatakbuhan. Parang pinagsakluban siya ng langit ng matanggal pa siya sa trabaho. Pero biglang nagbago ang lahat nang ipatawag siya ng boss niyang ubod ng lamig. Inalok siya ng kasal. “Marry me, I'll pay your debt and I'll introduce you to my family to be able to receive my heritage from them. Just contract marriage, no feelings involved, let's call it business.” Dalawa lang ang pagpipilian ni Maureen: maging palaboy o tanggapin ang alok. “Deal,” sagot niya. Kahit tatlong taon siyang magtitiis sa pagiging asawa ng boss niyang cold-hearted. Sa unang buwan ng pagiging mag‑asawa nila sa papel ay naging madali kay Maureen. Naging sekretarya siya ng boss niya at magkasama sila sa iisang bahay. Wala silang pakialaman pagdating sa trabaho; madali lang para sa kanya magpanggap bilang asawa. Ngunit habang patagal nang patagal ang relasyon nila, nagsimula nang magbago ang nararamdaman nila sa isa't-isa. Nagsimula na ring mag‑alala ang lalaki kay Maureen. Si Maureen ang naging dahilan kung bakit nagbago at lumambot ang naninigas nitong puso. Dumating na nga sa punto na matatapos na ang kontrata, ngunit hindi ang pagmamahal ni Maureen para sa boss niya. Nagdadalawang‑isip pa siya kung tatanggapin na ba niya sa kanyang sarili na ang boss niyang nyebe ay mahal niya na o tatapusin niya na lang ang kontrata at magsisimulang mamuhay muli na walang boss na nyebe sa kanyang buhay.

Chloe never planned to fall for a stranger twice her age. It was supposed to be one reckless night. No promises. No consequences. Until two red lines on a pregnancy test strip changed her life forever. What she never saw coming was that Vasili Ivanov wasn’t just a stranger like she thought but her father’s best friend whom he had been trying to bring back into their lives. And worse. He was also her ex-boyfriend’s father. ***** “Don’t tell my Dad about what happened last night. I know you won’t and can’t but I just wanted to remind you,” I told him and he chuckled, stepping closer. “Who says I can’t? I am your godfather, remember I owe it to your Dad to tell him when his daughter is being… Naughty.” My pulse spiked as he brushed his thumb across my lower lip. I closed my eyes, savoring the touch and fighting the urge to kiss it. “You still can’t resist me and you want to get married to that boy?” He teased, his voice low and filled with amusement. “Stop. Doing that. Don’t come close to me, and don’t… Don’t touch me,” I said, stepping back even though every fiber in my body ached for him. He raised his hand in surrender, giving me space. I felt empty without him near, and I hated it. “I never seem to be able to keep anything from your Dad. He has that effect on me.,” He smiled slyly. “But I promise to stay silent… Under one condition.” ———- ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ This is an 18+ age-gap romance filled with forbidden attraction and extremely explicit sexual content, shocking revelations, and a love that could ruin them all. Readers discretion is strongly advised.

“Tell me again,” he murmured, his bare chest a hot, dangerous brand against her back. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, making her shudder. “How you want me to treat you.” She clutched the silk sheets, dragging them up to her chin, hating the tremor in her voice. “I—I want you to be professional.” A low, dark laugh ghosted over her damp skin. “Then stop looking at me like that.” His amused, arctic-blue eyes held hers captive in the bedroom mirror. She squeezed her eyes shut, wondering what in the world she’d gotten herself into. ^ ^ ^ Isabella Rossi’s life shattered when she discovered her boyfriend’s affair with her best friend, Chloe. The happy couple were even expecting a baby, and she was supposed to be happy for them. Hah. Heartbreak was just the beginning. Drunk and deceived, she woke up in the bed of a powerful, enigmatic stranger—Vincent Sinclair. She thought it was a one-time, humiliating mistake. A secret she would bury forever. Until Monday morning, when Vincent Sinclair strolled into her office as the new, ruthless CEO. And she found out he was her ex-best friend Chloe’s half-brother. Flustered but confident, she met his eyes. Men like him didn’t remember girls like her. She was sure of it. He was most likely just an entitled playboy and the faces in his bed probably blurred. But oh, how wrong she was. Vincent Sinclair remembered everything. Finding his "one-night stand" playing the part of a forgettable employee was his new favorite amusement. First, he made her his personal secretary. Then, he made her life a living, tempting hell. Finally, he served her a contract. Not for a raise—for marriage. It was absurd. But with her life in shambles and his offer too lucrative, Isabella signed.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me to tears before taking me so deep I forgot my own name." Her fingers were still toying with my collar, but her gaze was already distant. "But remember, keep this from Kevin. If he finds out what I've been doing behind his back while pregnant, it will be a disaster." The socialite sisters gathered around them shared knowing chuckles, raising their glasses and promising to keep the secret. The warmth in my veins turned to ice. My fervent passion to welcome a new life was instantly reduced to a pathetic joke. They had all forgotten that I spent my childhood in southern France. I understood every single syllable. I forced myself to remain calm, my face fixed in the perfect smile expected of a blissful husband about to welcome his first child, but the hand holding my champagne glass was trembling. I didn't fly into a rage. I didn't smash everything in sight. Instead, I took out my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days prior for the Aegis Agency, a highly classified organization on the other side of the world, and clicked "Accept." In three days, I would vanish from Blair's world.