When Chloe stepped into the room, she was paralyzed by the sheer c*****e.
Every piece of furniture that could be overturned was flipped. Anything that could be smashed lay in a million jagged pieces. Quilts, bedsheets, and designer clothes were strewn across the floor like a landfill.
Beyond that, the room was a mosaic of destruction: shredded book pages, pulverized plastic toys, and glass shards. A heavy wooden stool lay cracked and twisted in a corner.
Most shocking of all, every single leather surface—from the headboard to the accent chairs—had been gouged with deep, jagged holes. The pristine white walls were pockmarked with dents, and the expensive mahogany desk and wardrobe were crisscrossed with deep scratches.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Chloe would never have beli
