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His White Moonlight, Her Broken Heart

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1164    |    Released on: 01/07/2025

than Chloe' s father' s house, and filled with the same kind of people-smiling sharks in expensive clothes. Chloe felt lik

ding court on a chaise lounge, looking pale and ethereal i

he said, his voice warmer than Chloe had heard it in days. He

hloe a brief, dismissive glance. "Thank you for coming, Chloe. It means so much to me t

pillow behind her back. He shooed away people who he felt were crowding her. Chloe stood beside him, a silent, invisible ghost. People' s eyes sl

lay a round of 'Two Truths and a Lie' !" she chirped, beaming at the

I once closed a billion-dollar deal on a yacht. Two: I hate the colo

that you hate red," she said with confidence. "You wore a red tie to

e message was clear to everyone, especially Chloe. The person he cared about most, the one he would do anything for, was Olivia.

und a dark corner, away from the glittering lights and fake laughter, and leaned against the c

like you shouldn'

of whiskey and entitlement, had cornered her against

he said, trying

terling' s little plaything. He doesn' t seem to be paying you much attention toni

Chloe said, her v

ipped around just in time to see Liam rushing past the glass doors, his face a mask of panic.

er arm. "He' s got his hands full with the s

holding her arm. He saw the fear and anger on her face. For a split second, their gazes locked. He hesitated. T

ead of hope, of foolish, lingering affection

expensive leather shoe. He howled in pain, his grip on her arm loosening. In that instant, she swung her heavy purse, the one she' d bough

pouring from his nostrils

m and ran, not back into the party, but down the terrac

didn' t stop. She kept running, thorns from rose bushes

iam' s car pulling up, him at the wheel. He got out, his fac

in the car,"

m done. I' m done with you, I' m done

shadows of the house. It was Olivia, miraculously

a taunted. "Don' t you want to st

walking down the long, dark

fter her, her voice dripping venom. "You' re just a

round. Olivia was lying on the ground at the bottom of the stone steps, her body twisted at an unnatural ang

or. He looked up at Chloe, his eyes filled with a horri

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“"Welcome home, sister," Olivia purred, her voice dripping fake sympathy, her eyes gleaming with triumph. My stepsister. Standing at the top of the stairs in a soft white dress, looking every bit the innocent angel. Just hours before, I' d been the picture-perfect partner to tech mogul Liam, or so the world believed. We were the ultimate power couple, but our life was a beautifully constructed lie. I was his accessory, the woman he paraded while his true affections revolved around Olivia, his childhood friend, his "white moonlight." That night, I found a silver locket, a shrine to her, inscribed: My O. My life. It shattered the last illusion. Then, my father, seeing my broken spirit and ruined relationship, unveiled his plan: a marriage contract to the ailing Nathan for a critical business merger. A desperate escape, or so I thought. "You knew," I whispered, rage trembling in my voice, looking at my stepmother and Olivia. "You both knew all along." They were in on it. Olivia, my mousy, perpetually "ill" stepsister, was the architect of my humiliation, systematically undermining me, pulling her medical scares to sabotage my moments with Liam. But Liam' s betrayal wasn' t just about Olivia. He cut off my credit cards, left me penniless, and then, after dramatically "saving" me from my father' s goons, he threw me in a holding cell at the auction house where Olivia, with his blessing, stole my mother' s last heirloom. He had used me, not as a replacement, but as a pawn in a sick game to manipulate Olivia into confessing her feelings for him. The shock was a physical blow. My mother' s assistant confirmed it: Liam had engineered our entire relationship. I wasn't just second best; I was a calculated strategem. Empty, hollow, and utterly adrift, I walked back into the sterile silence of our penthouse. A cleansing fire. I burned it all down. Every lie. Every memory. "I don't know you," I told him, as the elevator doors closed. The next day, I accepted Nathan Lawford's marriage proposal.”
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