Clara's POV"You are dating Marcus, my old boss?" I said in disbelief. "That's who you were hiding?" I asked, amazed.Ivy's face went pale as she tucked her phone into her pocket. "It's a different Marcus." She replied dismissively."Didn't you say I knew him? I had no idea you had an eye on our boss this whole time." I answered."Fine," she sighed. "We've been going out for some weeks now." She admitted.Now that she had confirmed it, I couldn't help but wonder how that could have happened.Why Marcus? All I could think about was that he was the person who gave me all the grumpy customers just because I was good at my job. He was the reason I first encountered Maddison. If not for him, maybe I would have never crossed paths with Derek.How did that happen? Wasn't he on the verge of firing her?"You can't judge me right now, and you weren't straight for the big boss." She said, dragging me out of my thoughts."If anything, I should be used as a case study of why you should not date so
Clara's POV This would probably be a problem, especially when Mom and Ivy woke up. I decided to make a trip to the drugstore. I left a note on our kitchen counter saying I'd be gone for a while. I might as well grab a coffee and use the time alone to reflect.I wore my hoodie over my head as I left the house.I hadn't almost forgotten just how relaxing walking can be at times. It can help to relieve you of anxiety and all your negative thoughts. I was lost in a daydream as I continued walking. Exactly why I hadn't expected it when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner of the street. There was a hand placed over my mouth as I used all my strength to try and fight back.I was about to get kidnapped! My mind yelled in panic."Please don't shout," a voice said.Wait, I knew who that was.What was Waylen doing here? My mind registered.My body relaxed for a moment as Waylen's grip on me loosened. I pushed him back, and he fell on the tar."What is wrong with you?" I yelled, st
Derek's POVI've been reading through one page in the last hour, and I haven't been able to process a single thing. Whenever I try to read a few words, my mind drifts away.It's been three days since everything happened with Clara, but my mind replayed everything. I was in my office and back in my suite at the hotel. This made it easier to be at all the other places I needed to be on time.I hate being back here, though. I think about the time Clara brought me coffee in my office, the time we'd spent talking in the living room, or even the vague memory of how I'd first met her in my bathroom. It's unbelievable to think that I had forgotten everything that happened that night.Vincent was right, and it was my conscience I was left to answer.Maybe she didn't deserve what I did, but I didn't deserve to be lied to, either.Lately, I've been avoiding my whole family. From my grandfather, who finally saw me as having' business partner potential,’ to my parents, who wouldn't stop calling m
Derek POV The texts were mostly about an anxious Katy asking her where she was or when she would return. The replies from Clara were mostly the same, reassuring as she texted that she would be back soon and that everything was alright. I didn't know what Katy was so worried about."She never sends a text without a full stop at the end," Katy pointed out. With the back of her hand, she wiped the tears off her cheeks. "And here..." She pointed again. "She texted O-K, Clara would never do that. She always writes it out in full as Okay. This is not her. Someone else has been using her phone." She concluded.I placed the phone on my desk. Her reasoning was absurd, but I was not about to say that to an emotional teenage girl deeply worried about her sister."Did you try calling her?" I asked instead."Just once, but she sounded very strange. We only spoke for about ten seconds before she cut us off. Something is wrong." She continued.I didn't know what to make of all of this. For all I kn
Derek’s POVThroughout the car ride, I considered turning around several times.Sure, I wanted to find Clara and ensure she was okay, but was this worth it?Either way, I had to get over myself. There was a family who was worried about their daughter.I pulled into my parent's driveway. Three days ago, I never imagined that I'd step back into their house, especially without a gun over my head.I considered turning back, but if there were someone who had something to do with this, it would be my mother. She was manipulative enough to do it. She has done things equally twisted before, so she is capable. As for the reason, I have yet to find out. I wondered if she did it because she wanted my attention.I stepped into the house. A few maids welcomed me in, who looked surprised to see me. I followed my father's voice, which led me to the living room."You should give him a break and some time to process everything. We can't keep getting new phones to call him," Dad said.Dad was seated on
Derek POV "I tried to tell him that, but he said he trusted you more. He would like you to do it as soon as possible. He mentioned something about a potential buyer being on the line." He continued."Can't you just tell him I'm busy?" I replied as I scratched the back of my head.My grandfather and his problems are the last thing I want to deal with right now."He's just going to keep calling if you don't. I'm sure it won't take long. Might as well get it over and done with." Luke insisted."Fine," I sighed. "I'll be there in half an hour. Tell him to send the location." I answered."Sure thing," he answered. "And also, about the DeLuca contract, you still need to sign it. They want things prepared as soon as possible," he added."Why don't I meet you at the site so I can sign it there?" I suggested."I'll be there," he answered.We then ended our call.I returned to the living room to see my parents still looking worried."I'd love to stay here and argue with you guys, but I have to
Derek POV I wonder why he suddenly stopped the project when they were so close to finishing. Some bricks and cement had also been left here. If it weren't so remote, homeless people would probably camp here."I don't know what he sees in this place," I muttered, looking around the area. It wasn't bad, but I expected more from him.I was beyond surprised to see a woman descending the stairs. She moved closer to the wall, probably to keep herself from falling. I wonder what she was doing up there.I looked closer, realising it was Maddison's mom. What was she doing here?She also noticed us as she stared at us with her eyes widening. The black clothes she wore and the sour look on her face made her look like she was going to a funeral.“Derek? What are you doing here?" she asked."I should ask you the same thing," I replied, putting my hands into my pockets.I guess that explains who the third car belongs to.Maddison was a snake. She probably got it from her mother, which meant I coul
Clara's POVIt's been two days, at least I think it has. My only way of telling time was by how dark it got and the occasional meals they gave me.My hands were tied behind my back to a pole.I tried loosening the rope by wiggling my hands, but it was too tight.The place was dusty, with nothing but sand and concrete around me. I wasn't conscious when they brought me here. If it wasn't some abandoned warehouse, it was most likely some unfinished building. We were definitely on a higher floor. I knew this because of the concrete staircase on the left. The foundation also ended further down, with bricks piled up on the edge.The two guys who kidnapped me had their backs turned on me and were busy wiping the blades of their knives. If I was going to devise an escape plan, now was the time.I noticed a broken glass piece on the floor. I tried stretching my leg out to kick it towards me, but I had no luck. It was too far, and my legs were too short.I sighed in frustration. How else was I