From Pawn To Queen: A Love Story

amy paper, the kind that promised a future. My own name, Chloe Miller, was printed in elegan

ng it almost made my knees buckle. For y

thing we'

g lawn of my family' s estate. They were my childhood friends, the brothers I never had

trembling with excitement.

ic smile. He tore open his envelope, his eyes scanning t

ext. His shoulders relaxed as he let out a long br

d work, of my parents funding their private tutors, buying them the best

ed a look with Noah, a silent conversation

ne suddenly serious. "There' s

not of dread forming in m

we' re not goi

ared at him, sure I had misheard. "What? What are you

Community College instead," Noah ad

shocked whisper. "Why? You got into the best a

a defensive glint in his eyes

ll wide, innocent eyes and a story about a difficult life that

lled with a righteousness that grated on my nerves. "She ne

em. Emily didn' t need them; she was usi

es?" I tried to keep my voice steady, to reason with them. "Jake, Noah, t

mind them of everything, but t

to form, hanging in space like a

her scholarship documents. She will then fall down the stairs while looking for them,

at was this? I blinked, but the words didn' t disapp

ds appeared be

who obstructs the plot

character? It sounded like something out of a cheap novel. But the

ed, foolish faces, and I saw them not as my friends, but as agents of a destiny I wanted n

ortunity, and this was how they repaid us? By becoming pawns in a

e of betrayal and forced a

I said, my voice flat and distant

without the portfolio C.V.s my father' s assistant had painstakingly curated for them, without the letters of recommendation from influen

y were choosing

ey had just chosen