The Chosen One's Cruel Game

y, gulping in the cool night air. The garden below was dark, the moonlight filtering through the leaves of the

w the balcony, their words carrying clearly on the still air. They t

oice laced with annoyance. "Choosing some ra

in chimed in. "She's trying to ma

ugh the dark. "I did what I had to do. Rejecting her was th

hat if she doesn't come around? What if she actually marri

s nothing without us. We just need to put a little pressure on her, remind her who she belongs to.

e is hers, but the options are ours. The words echoed in my mind, fanning the embers of my anger into a roaring flame

going to use it. I wouldn' t expose them now. That would be too easy. No, I would let them think they were winning. I would let the

st my room and down the hall to the guest wing where Liam Black was

n. Ethan stood there, his face dark with f

oing?" he hissed, grabbing m

n," I said, my voic

ening. He pushed me back against the wall, his body caging me in.

d of game? Are you trying to make me want you? Is that it? The whol

my breath away. He genuinely

nee up, hard,

arm loosening. I shoved him away from me.

and rage. "You little bitch," he wheezed. "You

not a

from down the hall. She appeared at the end of the corridor, looki

shifting from rage to pained martyrdom. "I'm

saw. Chloe, you can't keep doing this. I know you're upset tha

he twisted the situation, painting me as the viol

und, soul-deep rage. "Good enough for Dad, good enough for you, good enough for all of you. I became a top architect t

being dramatic, Chloe. You've always had it easy.

pity. "You've always been Mr. Miller's favorite. You

the two people I had once loved most in the world, and judged me. They condemned me for th

elfish, Chloe. You're spoiled. And you're a liar. You don't

ing with finality. "But it won't work. Yo

ia, and led her away, leaving me alone in t