Book 4: The Truth

Chloe

I open my eyes slowly and stretch my arms over my head, noticing the darkness enveloping my room. There is a fading beam of moonlight shining through the open curtains, but apart from that, it is pitch black around me. I look at my nightstand clock, realizing it's almost 7pm. It takes me a few seconds to remember why I'm in bed at this time of the day.

What the hell happened to me? I don't feel sick at all, just slightly exhausted, but I simply blacked out after Tony ordered me to return to bed because I seemingly had a fever. 

I might have been under a lot of stress lately without even noticing it. With everything that has happened—my father's death, moving back to New York, breaking free from Mateo, the sudden fake marriage with Tony, and me having to confront my own feelings for him–it all might have unconsciously taken its toll on my health.

With a sudden start, I remember the party my mother was supposed to throw today. It sho