BECOME A TYRANT FIANCÉ

Author POV:In the vast corridor of this exquisite hotel, ornate paintings grace both walls, each adorned by a gleaming bronze treasure, a testament to the formidable wealth and luxury of its owner. "Stop running!" The shouting of a group of men. "Don't run anymore, young miss." The man in his early forties seems to be a leader of the group, shouting after the elegant figure they are chasing. A slim leg, slender body, a perfectly curved waist, and a size hip, a young woman wearing a white satin dress pair with black heels in her hand, running bare foot resembling the chaotic angel playing on Earth. The young woman in her eighteen is fleeing away from the group of boar men all dressed in black, wearing an earpiece device in one ear.Exhausted from the relentless running, she glances back to find the group drawing nearer and nearer. 'Ding' the sound of the elevator arriving light hope in the girl’s eyes and her mouth twitched into a sly grin. Having a plan in mind, she rumbles her

Morris finally pulls apart after sucking and kissing Clara's lips for some time, leaving Clara breathless with tears forming in her eyes, Morris finds the sight alluring."Sweet, just like last time." Morris then grazed Clare's ear "Can't wait to taste it down there." as he seductively licks Clare’s earlobes Clare was frosted in place, and the tears that threatened to fall had started rolling down, she blinked a few times before reality hit her. Clare raised her hand wanting to slap the man in front of her again but Morris caught her wrist first."Slap me again and it won't end with just a kiss," said the tyrant as his tongue hurled toward the inside of his cheek."Come on, do it," Morris said with encouragement as he cock his brow.Clara was silent as well as her parents, they waited for Morris to continue."I will be waiting for your answer, angel." said MorrisAfter he finishes he walks out, and gets on his luxurious black Bugatti with a sly grin, feeling victory, yet Clara, on th

"It is difficult but not impossible. I won't lose without trying." said Clare with determination and hatred hinting in her eyes."Mom just helps distract dad and the others. Everything else is easy as long as I can get out." Clare"Okay, after lunch." Mrs. LawsonThe mother and daughter pair act as normally as possible to avoid Mr. Lawson suspiciously. Clare does not speak a word, and Mrs. Lawson looks worried. The lunch is quiet, everyone is having their own thousand thoughts.After finishing, Mr. Lawson got an urgent call from his company that he needs to personally handle so he leaves in hurry not forgetting to give an order about keeping Clare in check in case she tries to escape.'Knock knock', the knocking sound twice before Clare opened up as she poke her head out to see her mom standing there."Your dad goes to the company. Now the bodyguard" Mrs. Lawson whisper soundly as she glanced around"What do we do?" Mrs. LawsonClare let out a sly grin as a plan popped up in her head.

[A week later]The mansion of Lawson was normally quiet since the only heir, Clare Lawson had moved in with her soon-to-be fiancé. The light brightened throughout the mansion, the adornment of all sorts of flowers and the luxurious decorations transform the once solitude house lively again. The beautiful figure gloomily stares at her reflection in the mirror, a stark contrast to the vibrant vigor outside. It was a happy day for the other couple but she was forced to do it. "It is done, young miss. It's almost time, shall you get dressed?" the maid who had just done with Clare's hair gently informed her"Mm" ClareAfter staring at her reflection for some time, she decides to get up and dress.They spend some time in the fitting room until Clare emerges wearing a white dress. All eyes were on the stunning, elegant design as well as on Clare herself. Their young miss looks extra beautiful today.The maid snapped out of her daze as she quickly brought the necklace. "Let me, miss” said