CHLOE’S POV:

Chloe Monet boiled with rage, pacing around her bedroom, looking at her golden watch. The minutes ticked by, each feeling like a knife driving further into an open wound.

How dare Charles insult her like that? He had sided with that American skank, flipped her off, and then walked away. No one walked away from Chloe Monet. No one snubbed the goddess princess. She would make him pay. She would make all of them pay.

Chloe checked her ...