Chloe’s POV
I hate Ava Miller with every part of my being.
I’ve always been the kind of woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. My life is a carefully orchestrated dance, where every step, every move, is designed to lead me to what I desire. And for as long as I can remember, all I’ve wanted is him. Orion Miller. The man who was supposed to be mine.
It all started the night I laid eyes on him at Club Nine-O. The music was loud, bodies moving in sync with the pulsing bass, but none of that mattered the moment I saw him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet confidence that demanded attention. He didn’t belong in a place like that, but that’s what made him irresistible—he was too good for the chaos, too good for everyone in that club. Except me.