Chapter 37: Long Live The Queen
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 watch again. Another minute. Another dig of the knife. Chloe’s rage morphed into madness. How much time had gone by since she had sent Todd after Malia? It seemed like hours ago that she had given him the order to bring that little b***h back so Chloe could torture her. She would rip out the woman’s hair, strand by strand, clump by clump, and stuff it down her mouth, making her eat it all until she choked to death. Chloe couldn’t wait. Where the hell was the damn fool? He’d probably screwed it up and let her get away.