sipping green juice at a luxury A
am ripped my perfectl
ter Chloe's bespoke gown
oduced her 'mother' as Brenda Hoskins, t
sweet Chloe, serving drinks, her shoulders s
hool records told a different story: Chloe was registered as Mrs.
the woman I fired, Brenda Hoskins, ran my billion-
was thin, bruised, her spirit
y claimed my luxurious master
ruth: Chloe was being systematically dru
ick and Brenda watched, smiling, as Ashley and her clique humilia
ife; they were meticulously destroying my d
led with a rage so profound
ly a second, replaced by
were about to learn that nothing bur