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She settled onto the bench before speaking again. “Morgathis captured me long ago. She forced me to swear allegiance to her in body… but not in spirit.” Chloe touched her chest lightly. “My soul belongs here, even if my physical form obeys her. That’s the only reason I can speak to you freely.” Then she smiled—gently, sadly. “My name is Chloe.” “Chloe…” I echoed, barely above a whisper. “There’s so much you don’t know,” she murmured. “So much you were never told. How about we take a peek into the past?”

Every word has different meanings. "Fine, is this the queue from which I should leave?" she asked, looking at them both. "Hey! You're ruining both of our moods. Are you afraid she will leave you if she learns about your past? ", Zen told Dave. "Chloe, your name is Chloe, right?" Zen asked. Chloe gave a slight nod of the head. "Would you like to join me for a drink until your boring fiance greets the rest of the guests? I'm telling you, it's better to be with me because those people will come to get your attention and be on your good side as hyenas ", Zen told her.

Though we were inside her car, I could feel the cold air through the first layer of my skin but there was a heat under my body that I couldn't even explain. "Chickening out, Boots?" Khloe spoke, clutching my hand on her lap. I laughed anxiously. "No way... You are!" Khloe stared back at me with a snide expression on her face "Are you challenging me? ME?! Khloe Summer, the first daughter of Victoria, the Roman goddess of victory?" I snorted. "You're a nerd!" "We're nerd together." Heat migrated to my cheeks. It was really a sweet sound to hear that she was placing us both using 'we' and 'together' in a sentence.

Chloe clutched and unclutched the hem of her shirt. She might be young, but she understood enough to piece together that Dominic was blackmailing Hannah. She also realized that he'd pick on Hannah if she refused to answer his questions. As such, her little mouth quirked into a dejected pout as she muttered, "My name's Chloe. C-H-L-O-E. Everyone calls me that." "Chloe, huh?" Dominic repeated the name, his hard expression softening slightly. "How strange that someone as heartless as your mother would give you such a lovely name."

She looked oddly familiar and I bit my lips, trying to figure out where I have seen her. "What is it, lily? We are almost there." Lily? Oh my God! I started to have a sick feeling in my stomach as the woman's voice was so darn familiar. Please don't be Tyler's mom and sister. It can't be. That would be crazy! Am I crazy and imagining things? "Mom, is that Chloe?" Fuck! I didn't peel my eyes from my phone and my fingers started to shake. Why is the universe against me? "Chloe? Is that you?"

Chloe crouched down onto her knees on the grass next to his leg as her hands carefully moved to help adjust Florian’s clothes for him. “I love you, Prince Florian…” Chloe whispered before she smiled up at him. “I love you too,” the prince replied although he had no idea what those words meant at all. For the longest time, women had been saying those three words to him. Some even told him that when they had just first laid their eyes on him less than three seconds ago. Because it seemed to please the ladies endlessly when he said that in return, he had been saying it without much care. Those three words never had any meaning or any significance to him, and he never intended to learn exactly w

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.

I sighed, crutching down at her level. Chloe gritted her teeth. “Mallon was a distraction, you started getting with other women too, how am I wrong for doing the same?” She continued. “I abandoned my family and my pack for you, I get insulted by some fools who say I stole Carmen's man and I am with your child, is all my efforts not enough to offset that encounter with Mallon!” Woah! The shamelessness of Chloe, I had to reevaluate it. “Chloe, the only reason you are not dead yet is because I am desperately holding on to that sacrifice which you so claim.” I held Chloe by the hair and pulled her forward. “Don't push it because it ain't left so much anymore.”

"But tonight, I want to worship every change. Every new curve." Chloe's breath hitched as he untied her robe, letting the silk fall open. Her body was fuller now—breasts heavy from nursing, waist still slightly rounded, hips wider. She had worried about this moment, about whether he would still want her the same way. But the reverence in his eyes burned away every doubt. "Look at you," he murmured, rising to kiss the valley between her breasts. His tongue traced a slow path downward, over the soft plane of her stomach. "Carrying our children. Giving them life. You're a goddess, Chloe."

"Then we find Roman. If he’s the king of this place, he better start acting like it. Because if Marcus finds out before we have a plan, we are all going to disappear." I sat in the dark library, listening to the clock on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second felt like a little grenade going off. I thought about the video. I thought about Roman’s hands on me. And I thought about the red letters. Everyone was watching. Everyone was waiting for me to fall. "Chloe?" I asked. "Yeah?" "What does the 'A' stand for?" Chloe looked at me, and for the first time, she looked really sad. "It stands for something from a very old book, Scarlett. It means they think you did something very bad with a man.