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No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 802    |    Released on: Today at 16:25

in the air, mixed with the scents of perfume and nervous sweat. Chloe sat quietly in a corner, a portrait of

cker, strutted over. She held out a velvet tray wit

t. "Remember what you are. A stand-in. Put on the m

were fixed on the centerpiece: a breathtaking dia

od. Regina, understanding

sweet. "The lighting director was just asking for y

portant, puffed out her

mond bracelet. But instead of fastening it around her wrist

e, are you insane? The desig

t in her eye. "He's going to thank me."

per half of her face. The heavy cloak hid her form and the jewelry. She was

ed. Chloe took

atmosphere of t

ect rhythm of her body was undeniable. A murmur rippled through the audience. This was not the timi

she reached the spo

was

id motion, she kicked her leg out slightly, the fabric of the gown swirling around her, a

through the crowd. It

her down, catching th

mond bracelet glittered, throwing

ause was deafening. The pose transformed the bracelet from a sim

d the head designer, Sebastian Price, shot to their fe

d, and walked back, leavin

n Midtown, Damien was in a meet

d, holding up his phone. "HFR just had some masked model

ose was climbing the trending charts at an impossible speed.

. He discreetly passe

eling pose, and the unmistakable fire of the diamonds on that

as his

is colleagues, his voice

car. We're going

, how his clever little wif

ed off the runway, Amber was on h

ing? You wore the bracelet on your ankl

her, her expression unr

ran onto the stage, his f

he personal request of Mr. Beaumont and our designer, Sebastian Price, we would lik

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No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return
No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return
“Chloe Foster gave up her dazzling supermodel career to marry the man she loved. On the eve of their wedding, she excitedly brought a rare vintage watch to their penthouse to surprise her fiancé, Evan. But when she pushed the door open, she didn't hear his happy laughter. Instead, she heard familiar, muffled giggles coming from the master bedroom. Through the cracked door, she saw Evan tangled in the sheets with her best friend, Mika. The velvet box slipped from her numb fingers, the antique watch shattering on the hardwood floor. Evan scrambled to cover himself, stammering pathetic excuses about it being a drunken mistake. But Mika didn't even flinch. She lazily stroked her flat stomach and smirked. "Don't blame him, Chloe. After all, I'm carrying his child." A wave of suffocating nausea churned in Chloe's stomach. The man she loved and the best friend she trusted had turned her sacrifices into a cruel, humiliating joke, plotting to discard her the moment they got what they wanted. But she didn't scream, and she didn't cry. A terrifying, absolute calm washed over her. She turned her back on the pathetic pair, walked out into the freezing rain, and headed straight to City Hall to cancel her marriage license. There, she saw a cold, intimidating stranger-Damien Knight, the undisputed king of the entertainment world-waiting for a bride who had just stood him up. With a shattered heart and a spine of steel, Chloe walked right up to the billionaire. "Your bride didn't show. My groom ran off. So, what do you say? Marry me instead?"”