No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return

Chapter 6

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custom-tailored suit jacket, the fabric a stark, expensive black. He shr

is scent-sandalwood and something clean, like cold air

tter clicks rippled through the

o ghostly white. Mika looked

to face the stunned designer, Sebastian Pr

ontempt. "An interesting choice. In my voc

limp hand. His ice-blue eyes scanned th

anding regarding a model... und

ir marriage. Not yet. That was Chloe's ace to play,

e most promising supermodel Apex Entertainment has scouted in the last decad

hould be sending her a gift basket. Ms. Foster just single-handedly saved your otherwise

dozed and rebuilt in his image. The reporters, smelling a far bigger sto

shion, but he was nothing compared to the man who could

k to Chloe, his expression softening alm

, his voice now a quiet

apable. She hesitated for only a second before placing her tremb

formed a human wall around them, clearing

e, the dam broke. The pr

claim a model of this c

Starlight was suppressing

ammering, their lies

nally let out a shaky breath. The warmth of his

aid softly. "But y

f, his eyes on the road. "And your plan was good. But i

he stated, his tone leaving no room for argum

. "I don't want

egally married. Living together is an obligation. Besides," he added, a hin

hey wrapped around her like a shield. She f

ll, almost imp

e's few belongings. She followed Damien's car across town to a sleek, modern skyscraper

aled a panoramic, glittering

s," Damien said, gesturin

ing space. "My rooms are over there. Until you're ready to accept

st commanded an entire room with his presence, was offering her... respect

han any physical advanc

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“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?"”