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She saw everything she needed: Adrian’s children, Sienna glowing, the picture-perfect family that should have been hers. No. It couldn’t stand. But then she heard Sienna had enrolled in culinary school. Perfect. It would pull her from Adrian’s side, leave cracks wide enough for Chloe to slip through. She smiled coolly to herself as she crossed the marble foyer of the culinary school that very evening. The receptionist glanced up, startled by the sight of her. Chloe’s beauty was deliberate, every detail curated — her cream silk blouse, tailored trousers, perfume drifting like memory. “Good evening,” Chloe said, voice honeyed. “I’d like to enquire about housing. I heard there’s a corner room a

I open my eyes and find we're down to three girls. Me, Amber, and the head of the cheerleading squad. "Riele Shaman, 248 votes... "The president announces, and I gulp as I know we're about five hundred and something in school. "Eliza Rollins, five hundred and sixty-seven votes. "She says, and my heart snaps. I hear Athena cheer from the crowd, and a massive round of applause follows. Five hundred and something, is that the whole school vote? "Amber Devil, five hundred and seventy-one votes. "She announces, and silence takes up the hall. Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions.

I had the impression that she was not running. Then the wind shifted. The light caught Pearl's golden curls as she froze in mid-spin." Luis turned his head sharply. The sharp aroma of perfume, cloying and familiar also hit me. "Inside. Now." I ordered. Without delay, they followed instructions, but the figure stumbled from behind the hedge.” Chloe. In her customary white attire, she resembles a sinister fairy-tale queen. Despite the torn hem on her dress, she maintained an ideal posture. Her eyes were feral.

She smiled and said “Miss, this one is perfect. Young Master Philip will like it for sure.” Chloe had not been this happy in a long time. “Really? Will he like it?” Chloe pouted. She could not hide the slight hint of sadness on her face. She looked at the perfect beauty in the mirror. If there was someone else in the room, their jaws would drop at her beauty. This woman was so beautiful! She looked like a fairy! After half an hour, Chloe walked out of the hotel stylishly in a sky blue dress. She had her sunglasses on and was holding an LV purse. Then, she got into the white Bentley that was waiting at the entrance.

But she looked radiant. "Oh my god," Sarah whispered. Chloe's mom started crying. Quiet tears streaming down her face. Leighton couldn't speak. Could only stare. Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. Looking like a dream. Chloe turned. Faced the mirror. Saw herself. Her hand flew to her mouth. "This is it," she said. Voice breaking. "This is the one." The consultant brought a veil. Pinned it carefully. It cascaded down Chloe's back. Simple. Perfect. Exactly right.

“You want to see Mr. Overton? Fine. He’s notoriously intolerant of uninvited interruptions, but you’re welcome to wait. Go sit over there. We’ll inform him when we have a moment.” Chloe wanted to unleash the full fury of her uncle’s street-fighting temper, but this was a mission. She nodded curtly, turned, and pulled her wireless earphones from her bag, popping them into her ears. She sat down on the edge of a pristine white armchair facing the desk, pretending to scroll through her phone and play music. The truth was, the earphones were silent. Her ears were wide open. “Did you see the skirt on that one? Just asking for attention,” Sarah whispered, clearly assuming the headphones were a sou

She had been sitting with Julian's group earlier. "Mrs. Hawthorne?" she asked, offering a wide, heavily manicured smile. "I'm Chloe. Julian's fiancée. Our daughters actually go to the same private academy." I nodded politely. "A pleasure to meet you. I don't believe we've crossed paths." "No, we haven't," Chloe laughed nervously. "But your daughter, Sophie, talks about you constantly. She is so proud of her mother. She actually handed this to my daughter yesterday to give to us."

He looked at her confused, wondering who she was. “Oh, my manners. My name is Chloe, senior class president,” she said, extending her hand to shake his. She was a simple girl, wearing a white top with a black knitted sweater and a long brown skirt with tights and dark shoes. Chloe had wavy brown hair and brown eyes under her glasses. Freckles adorned her nose, and she had a sweet smile. “Christopher,” he replied, shaking her hand. “I know you. You’re Palmer’s boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asked. He nodded slowly.

“but nobody cares. You can watch me and Kim run. Kim is also an Omega.” “Great! I’d love that.” I grinned, grateful that she didn’t judge me like the Dark Stone pack members. Chloe wore her sweatpants and sweatshirt before we left to catch up with Kim, a gothic-looking female with short black hair and dark eyes. The wings of her eyeliner were long and scary; her black eyeshadow and black lipsticks made her eyes and lips pop grisly. “Hey, who’s the chick?” Her voice was very deep and more frightening than her looks.

And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. “What do you think?” Chloe comes out of my bathroom and does a little spin, letting her beautiful golden hair flow down around her. She looked stunning in her maxi mint green gown and golden accessories. The front has a sweetheart neckline, off the shoulders, and no straps with a light white lace pattern of flowers embedded on some of the front and around half the waist. “You look amazing, babe, truly.” I smile. She looks at me and frowns, seeing me still in my comfy tracksuit and shirt. “Why haven’t you gotten ready yet?”