Paige Chloe Novels & Stories

Grant me patience, God. Naomi lifted her head just as Paige stepped into the main hall. She was wearing a pale cream dress with a flawless cut that clung elegantly to her slender figure. Her blonde hair was swept into a neat bun, not a strand out of place, as if imperfection were a sin she had never known. A pair of gleaming high heels reflected the light from the crystal chandeliers on the hall’s ceiling. Paige stopped right in front of Naomi’s desk. She looked Naomi up and down with a gaze that assessed every detail. Then she asked bluntly, “Where is Alpha Yoren?”

From it, she took out a cigarette and lit it. Paige turned over towards the bar now, her chin cupped in her hands while Dakar Ausborn, who was dishing out instructions earlier, stepped aside to answer a phone call. Paige's eyes rested on Bralle for a few seconds but she obviously didn't recognize the other lady which was quite understandable. Who would even recognize her under such tinted celebrity pocket-unfriendly glasses she had on. Not to mention the fake hair and annoying red lip stain. Her bikini was attention seeking but she had no doubt that her appearance was still classy and expensive-looking enough to attract just members of the upper class.

Chloe. Calling.

“That can be fixed any time soon. Besides, I have something you'd like to know. Something about Miss Khloe that you will like to hear about.” Paige clenched her phone tightly while her eyes raged angrily on the caller. She couldn't believe that the gruesome Gray would use her last weakness to corner her to death. Yes, that is right! Khloe to Paige held lots of importance to her heart that her mysterious passing away made it only suspicious and invoked her to investigate. Although it wasn't easy, she was able to find some evidence to prove that her death was a setup and not real. That fact even made her despite the Adams family the more, especially her supposed stepmother.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

When he fell for Chloe, the game became real and complicated. Name: CHLOE RICHARDSON Age: 20 Nationality: American (born NYC) Profession/Education: Junior at Columbia University, majoring in International History Works part-time at university library (refuses family money) 3.7 GPA because she's genuinely interested in her studies, not performing Physical Description:

This wasn’t just scandal. This was more of a track in discovering the truth. Paige wasn’t just the usual enemy I thought she was, she was a billion dollar play-girl. Who played moves like they were puzzle pieces, but while she plays she doesn't arrange the piece she always leaves them scattered so the trailers get lost with a single step.

“If you’re not careful, I’m going to end up spoiled.” “Oh no.” I kissed the inside of her wrist. “How terrible.” Paige laughed as we peeled away. At the designer’s studio, with some help from me, Paige slipped out of her clothes and stepped into a gorgeous, deep blue sheath dress covered in red-gold embroidery that brought out her hair. “I can’t wear a bra or reasonable panties with this,” she hissed after she’d finally kicked me out of the dressing room. I leaned against the wall and peered through the crack in the curtains. Even like this, she was stunning. “So don’t.”

Tamera said. "It's amazing she's not knocked up!" Brady said. "Brady!!" Tamera yelled. "What?! You know how boy crazy she is." Brady responded. "Yes, I'm well aware." Tamera noted. Paige comes out with a white off the shoulder dress with light purple flowers on it. It's knee-length and flowing loosely at the bottom. "Hope this works. It's the only other dress I brought with me." Paige said. "Much better." Tamera said.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.