Max X Chloe Novels & Stories

They belong to the Blue Family, and they aren't here for a divorce—they are here to ensure she never makes it back to the Bishop Group board meeting. Cliffhanger: A tall man in a black suit steps out of the lead SUV. It isn't Xavier. It’s Maxwell Blue, looking perfectly healthy and holding a bouquet of white lilies—the flowers of death. "Good morning, Chloe. I heard you were looking for a reason to stay married. I’ve decided to give you one... or a funeral. Your choice." One Relevant Follow-up Question: Should the next chapter focus on Chloe’s high-stakes confrontation with Maxwell Blue at the Bureau entrance, or Xavier Grayson’s sudden arrival to "protect" the woman he is about to divorce?

They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life. Max tried to fight them off, he tried to save me but he was outnumbered. Charles could do nothing either. A seven-foot-tall man hit Max on his head when he started protesting Xander Benson's decision and Max had fallen to the floor. My sweet Max! It crushed my heart to see him in such a terrible situation. I cried and cried but the strong hands holding me back didn't let me go. They didn't even let me cradle his head in my lap and check his wound. I didn't even know if he was alive. I hoped to God that he was alive. I could not imagine a world without Maxwell Barlow. He was the only man who really cared about me, who ca

I came here because-" I began. "I know why you came here. I've almost been expecting you. My sister is thirteen and fast becoming a woman. Her power is getting out of control, isn't it?" Max replied basically stealing the words from my mouth as he dragged himself to one of the many chairs in a stiff fashion.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything bad at all. I would lick your feet and apologize a thousand times, but please forgive me. Don't fire me from this job. I really need this job for my family." I ignored Nicole's words and said to Alexander, "I need to get out of here. I need new clothes." I was just about to turn around, but Nicole held my calf. "Please Chloe, just this once. I have a lot of bills to pay." "Don't touch me, let go of my leg!" Chloe didn't budge, her grip only tightened. I was about to push her to let me go, but Alexander stepped in. He trheat Nicole, "Let go of Chloe right now or you're dealing with me."

Unknown number. Pierre fromwe immediately. “Don't answe that.” I stared at the screen, something about it felt wrong instantly. Slowly, I picked the ohine up anyway. The moment I answered, silence greeted me first, then low breathing. A chill crawled down from my spine. “Who is this?” A man chuckled softly into the phone. “You finally found it.” Every muscle in my body locked instantly. Pierre’s expression changed the second he saw my face. “Imran?” he mouthed silently.

"I've always conducted myself properly, unlike you and your long list of men! Only someone as rotten as Maverick would suit you!" I continued, "I'll say it one more time. I bought this apartment for 1.5 million. You have no right to be here." I pulled out my phone to call the police. But Maverick, who'd been avoiding eye contact this whole time, suddenly lunged forward like a madman. He snatched my phone and smashed it on the floor, then roared at me. "Chloe, don't push your luck! What do you mean your house? You gave it to me last month to settle a debt. Don't even think about going back on that now."

Chloe repeated the question inwardly, contemplating her next move. "Nothing, Ollie. Just give us a moment," Chloe replied, her voice firm yet filled with a hint of vulnerability. Ignoring the ongoing interviews and media frenzy, Max steadily made his way toward Chloe. From her vantage point, she looked like a vision of a fairytale princess, radiating beauty and grace. To Max, Chloe was nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous, and at that moment, he saw himself as her knight in shining armor. Chloe's expression remained stoic, her emotions carefully guarded. Max knew this was his chance to reveal the truth, to seize the opportunity to explain everything to her.

If I could choose my Luna, it would be someone worth it, like Delancy. I turned to face him, hating having to explain Chloe's presence in the mansion. Especially for someone like Max, who couldn't stay with the same girl for more than a day. — Whatever, man. — Max shrugged, finally giving up. I turned into a hallway and bumped into a small figure. The intoxicating smell that came from her made me freeze instantly. — Hey, Chloe! We didn't see you there... Are you okay? — Max asked. I looked down and saw his gray eyes filled with water. Shit. Did she hear me?

Chloe got out of the car, leaning against the door, scanning Maxwell up and down. Coolly, she said, "Mr. Maxwell, your lover treated my house like a free garbage dump. She not only ate and drank here for months without paying but also wasted so much of my and my mom's mental energy to comfort her. You should have some kind of gesture to repay our goodwill towards this unfortunate mother-daughter duo, right?" Maxwell, still holding Flora, maintained his gentlemanly smile and replied, "Miss Chloe, what kind of gesture are you looking for?"

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other