CHLOE I let out a heavy sigh. The tension between me and the woman named Malori was undeniable. She had been giving me nasty glances on and off. As for the woman named Denise, her only skill was to cling to Trace and shower him with affection. The three of them were engaged in public displays of love, and no one from Trace's friends was telling them to stop, even though it was getting irritating to watch. I glanced at Malori and Denise again. I couldn't help but wonder why they seemed unfazed by the fact that Trace was flirting with both of them. And according to what Bree had mentioned earlier, there might even be an orgy involving Trace later. Oh God! How filthy the man I fell in love with! Wait! Did I say 'I' fell in love with? Oh, shit! I mean Carly! How filthy this Trace Dimagiba that Carly fell in love with! Not me! I'm just clarifying! Definitely, it's not me! Disgust washed over me as I looked at Trace. I felt like I knew what Trace had done to Carly. He used my sister,

CHLOE"You know you're beautiful, aren't you?" Malori asked me while still giving me her judging stares. I narrowed my eyes and then gave her a smirk.What is this woman doing? Is she trying to intimidate me because of Elliot or because of Trace? Duh! She was the one flirting with Trace while looking at Elliot with such longing. I made a sarcastic sound. She's so transparent; now she has the audacity to approach me, sounding and acting like a jilted wife."Excuse me, are you talking to me?" I asked her nicely. Hoping I can still appeal to her good side. I am always polite. My mom raised me to be obedient and not spoiled."Who else? It's just the two of us here. Don't play dumb, Barbie.""I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying," I reacted in a bitch way. I am nice, but if someone acts rudely towards me, I can respond in the same manner."Oh! So it's true that you can't speak and understand Tagalog," Malori stated, then let out a derisive laugh. I rolled my eyes at that. Malor

CHLOEThe throbbing pain in my head jolted me awake, but I shut my eyes again as the sunlight blinded me. I cautiously reopened my eyes and found myself facing a glass window, prompting me to sit in bed. This differed from the guest room where Harriet and I had been staying, which had no glass windows. I was thoroughly perplexed. Where was I?Nausea washed over me, causing me to sink back onto the bed. I considered going back to sleep. Wherever this room was, it couldn't hurt to get more rest. I felt awful; this was the second time I had gotten drunk in the Philippines, and my dreams were never pleasant. In my hazy recollection, I remembered someone pointing a gun at me.I attempted to drift back to sleep, but then a pair of arms wrapped around me. I looked at those, thinking it was Harriet's, but it wasn't. It was a man's arm, and I noticed the Rolex watch on his wrist, which I had seen wearing last night by... Oh! It was...Trace?!I quickly got up, anxious, and turned to check if

CHLOEPaige’s party was ten days ago, and here I am in front of Forte Tower in BGC Taguig for the call I received yesterday telling me to report to work. I was kind of hesitant since I didn’t apply for this company. I applied to Black Builders, a triple-A construction company that I found while looking for work through online job-hunting sites.I reviewed Black Builders’ company profile, and I was impressed, even awed, by the CEO’s handsome profile that I searched on the net. The CEO is happily married with four children, Benedikt Rurik Petrov-Silva, much known as Brix Petrov-Silva. He is in his mid-thirties but still oozing awesomeness.I got so amused with the write-ups and articles about the handsome CEO of Black Builders and his wife, Ali, a famous influencer with a channel on a video-sharing site. Their family looks so lovely, and I can't help but imagine their love story, though I'm not sure if it's as perfect as depicted in the articles. If it is true, then Ali is one lucky wom

CHLOE "Yes, Mom. Of course… Of course, I am doing my part here… No! Wait! I mean… You don’t need to shout, Mom. I… I just need to look for a job here while waiting for the time that I can talk to the man…” I am trying to explain to Mommy. I had just finished signing the contract in front of me, and she called at the perfect time. I was so excited to tell her that I got a project when she beat me to it with her scolding. As always… I can’t decide for myself. Sad. “As far as I remember, Chloe, we are not starving you,” Mommy angrily said. I have no idea who spilled the beans to my mommy about my job search. Probably my father or Harriet's mother. It could be either of them. And I am not saying that they are starving me; I just want to practice my profession. Is it wrong? “Are you listening, Chloe Jordan McIntyre?!” Mommy said in anger, and I knew she was really mad because she used my full name. I sighed. “I… I just want to practice–” I bit my lower lip as I stopped myself from ex