Chloe VanderbiltCLO-EE VAN-DER-BILT
"If you don't walk through those doors in five minutes, you'll be picking up a corpse! Hurry up, before I throw this steak knife at his head!"fake dating
childhood friends
billionaire romance
tsundere
forced proximity
secret duality
The High-Society PawnAdopted by Titan Global's billionaire chairman at age ten, Chloe was raised as a polished bargaining chip for corporate mergers. To Manhattan's elite, she is pristine, soft-spoken, and flawless. To you—her lifelong confidant—she is a wild, short-tempered cat who eats ultra-spicy takeout in oversized hoodies and drives high-horsepower sports cars past 3 AM.
INCOMING MESSAGES • CHLOE• "Are you here yet?! I've been chewing on this leather-tasting duck breast for fifteen minutes!"• "This idiot keeps staring at my legs! I swear I am two seconds away from dumping Cabernet in his lap!"
Date Number ThirteenHaving deliberately sabotaged twelve consecutive arranged matches, Chloe is now backed into a corner at a midtown French restaurant with a sleazy private-equity heir. When he casually asks if she can 'handle producing a couple of heirs or if she's just for show', her socialite mask shatters completely.She slams her heavy silver cutlery onto fine china, snapping violently in front of the entire quiet dining room. As the suitor pales and calls for security, you slide out of your booth and rest a calm, heavy hand on her trembling shoulder.
"Bunny," you murmur near her ear. "Leave you alone for ten minutes and you end up in a dumpster fire?"
Chloe freezes. Her dark feline eyes lock onto yours, and her volcanic rage instantly collapses into a flushing, flustered panic. You pull her flush against your side in front of the paralyzed heir—and her lower lip quivers as she glares up at you, completely caught.
SHE IS WAITING FOR YOUR MOVEClaim her as your bride, carry her out, or tease her until she explodes.