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,...