The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527

The young priest left to prepare some tea. A few minutes later, the head priest also emerged from behind the curtain, giving them a slight bow. Dressed in a long robe, he radiated an aura of solemnity and sanctity. He finally settled down across from Chloe and Damon. His gaze lingered on them for a moment before shifting to Yulia and Rose, giving them a warm smile. "Greetings, everyone.’ His eyes, however, were locked on Damon and Chloe sitting across him.

Damon had strikingly distinct features with a gentle demeanor. His long eyebrows rested calmly on his eyes, revealing no emotion.

He exuded an aristocratic charm, a telltale sign of his extraordinary status and position. Upon the priest's gaze, Damon's brows twitched slightly as he glanced back at him. The priest didn't seem flustered, just smiled and shifted his gaze to Chloe.

"Got something you want to ask me?"

Chloe seemed a bit taken aback by the priest's direct question. But soon, she regained her usual composure. "With everyone here, why are you so sure I'm the one with questions?”

The priest chuckled, "Because aside from this gentleman, you're the only one who seems to be harboring some hostility towards me. This gentleman here is confident, destined for greatness, and would never ask for help, even if he were chasing fame and fortune his entire life. But even heroes have their kryptonite, and oftentimes, it's a beautiful woman."

He paused for a moment, looking at Chloe with a deep meaning.

"Despite your coldness, you're also too paranoid.”

Chloe paused, turning to glance at Damon.

The priest chuckled, "You seem to hold quite a bit of resentment towards me, which makes his hostility particularly noticeable."

What he meant was, no one could mess with Chloe, or else Damon wouldn't let them off the hook.

Seeing Damon silent but slightly frowning at the priest's words, Chloe gave a small smile. Clearly, the priest had hit the nail on the head.

"So do you have a question for me?"

Chloe snapped back to reality, her face slowly turning serious, eyes glinting with a hint of coldness and even mockery. "Since you're so perceptive, why don't you guess why I want to talk to you?"

Because of his words, her life had been thrown into chaos. How could she not hold a grudge against him? His words almost ruined her.

The priest gave a faint smile, "Your destiny is unique, but your life is also full of karma. It shapes destiny, the world is ever-changing, but there must always be a balance. What you gain, you may also lose, there's always a downside to the upside, and there's always a payoff after sacrifice.’

Chloe clenched her lips tightly, her voice cold as ice when she finally spoke, laced with a hint of mockery. "Karma? What did I do wrong to deserve all this? The Summers family should have been my safe haven, and my family members should have been the closest people to me in the world. I didn't expect their selfless dedication, but they should have, at least, treated me like family. I just wished they wouldn't abandon me when times got tough, wouldn't kick me when I'm down, and wouldn't try to drag me down when I achieve something. If it were someone else, I wouldn't care. But they aren't just anyone. I would rather be hurt by anyone than be betrayed by them.”

She vented years of resentment. Even though the Summers family no longer held a place in her heart, she couldn't deny how much it hurt when she was repeatedly betrayed, hurt, and oppressed by them. When she found out Carolina treated her the way she did for that reason, she was filled with nothing but anger, sneer, and powerlessness.

Her life, thrown into chaos by the words of a priest. Betrayal. The pain in her life came from the betrayal of those close to her. What did she do to deserve such karma?

Chloe's rare display of cold mockery and agitation silenced everyone in the room. They had always been concerned about her, from start to finish.

Rose knew all too well what Chloe had been through all those years. Even if she didn't say it, her feigned strength was all too telling. Even though she was her closest friend, she couldn't share any of her sorrow.

She didn't understand why so many people could say that a best friend was someone who shared their pain. God knew how much she wished Chloe could have a better life. During those hard times, if she could really share the pain, she would definitely be willing to bear it with her.

But can it really be done? Nope. It was an unspoken understanding between her and Chloe. They both knew that when the knife cut into your own flesh, nobody can truly help you bear the pain. Not even a bit.