Chapter 11 - The Fall of Chloe
Before Julian could make a move, a commotion erupted at the ballroom entrance.
"Let me in! I am with him! I am Chloe Sterling!"
The heavy doors burst open, and Chloe stumbled in, fighting off a security guard. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared, and she was clutching a knockoff designer bag. She looked frantic, cornered.
She saw Julian and sprinted toward him. "Julian! You have to fix this! They took my penthouse! They took my cars!"
Julian looked at her with pure disgust. The woman he had thrown his marriage away for was nothing but a screeching liability. "Get away from me," he spat, shoving her back.
Chloe gasped, staggering. She looked up and saw Seraphina on the stairs, radiating wealth and absolute power. Realization dawned on Chloe. The ultimate social climber had hitched her wagon to a sinking ship, completely ignoring the billionaire in the room.
Chloe immediately changed tactics. She dropped to her knees, looking up at Seraphina with tears streaming down her face.
"Seraphina... Mrs. Vance... please," Chloe sobbed, playing the victim card she had perfected. "He manipulated me! Julian lied to me, he told me you were abusive! I never wanted to hurt you. I'm just a pawn!"
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The ballroom went dead silent again. The audacity was almost impressive.
Seraphina let out a light, musical laugh. "A pawn? No, Chloe. A pawn has value on the board. You’re just dust on the table." Seraphina snapped her fingers. "Security. Remove the trash."
