3. Her Plan

"Hey, angel" Morris greet Clara with a smirk and his sexy- deep voice

"Morris Casper," Clara

"Come here" said Morris

"No," Clara

Morris chuckled as he said "You are just" he eyes Clara from head to toe as he continues "The way I like it."

Clare rolled her eyes "I'm here to talk"

Morris cock his brow waiting for her to continue

"About the engagement," Clare paused, hesitating before she continued "Call it off"

Morris voice instantly turn cold "Say it again,"

"Call the engagement off" Clara repeated 

"Come here" said Morris 

Clara takes a step forward

"Closer" said Morris 

"N-no" Clare dare not take any more step

"Come and sit" Morris 

"No" Clara

"Now" Morris

"NO!" Clara

Morris gets up from his chair and slowly walks toward Clara, his intense stare sends a shiver down the younger. As Clare was about to move back, Morris seized her by the waist and carried her toward the desk.

"W-what are you doing? Let go!" Clara tremble in the tyrant embrace

"You should have come here when I told you so," said Morris 

Clara dares not look at the tyrant eyes as she stares at her hand that tightly ball into a fist

"You know what angel? I like the ways you are so helpless but you still try" Morris voice drop and whisper beside Clare’s ear "It excited me"

"Y-you-" giving Clara no chance to finish Morris closed the distance between them with a deep kiss.

Clara tries to struggle away as she harshly hits the tyrant chest but to no avail, Morris only deepens the kiss leaving her to struggle helplessly.

"Ow" Morris groan as Clara bites his lips drawing blood

Seeing the chance, the younger pushed the tyrant off as she ran toward the doors, she only made it a few steps before Morris caught her by the arm and pulled her onto his lap as he sat back on the leather chair.

"L-let go." Clara tries to struggle

"Shh, stay still. You are waking it down here." Morris whispered as he placed Clara’s hand on his already hardened cock.

"Y-you pervert asshole" Clara yank her hand away as her cheek flushed red

"Really want to fuck that nasty mouth of yours, angel," Morris said with a chuckle

"Shut up!" Clara 

"You want to call off the engagement right?" asks Morris, his tone turning cold at the question

"Y-yes" Clara stammered

"You a-agree?" seeing Morris silent Clare’s eyes lid but the excitement disappear by the tyrant answer 

"Dream on" Morris

"W-why? You and I, it's not like we love each other" Clara mustered all her courage to blurt out the reason

"Said who?" Morris

Clara was stunned into silence, she get up from the tyrant lap and take a few steps back

"But I don't love you," Clara said seriously, the weight of her voice indicated her intention

"So?" Morris 

"So call it off" said Clara 

"No" Morris bluntly answer

"I will never agree," Clara yell in frustration and anger

That earned a laugh from the tyrant, "And what can you do, hmm?"

"You can run angel but you can't escape" said Morris 

"Not without trying" Clara said with determination

"Try all you want. The more you resist, the more I want you," Morriss 

"Stop your perverted thoughts. You won't get a chance." Clara

"We will see," Morris

Clara look away, fixing her clothes, and is ready to leave but Morriss's next words send chill down her spine

"Two days angel and you will be mine," Morris

Clara turned to look at Morris as she said "Have you ever heard love unconditionally? Love without reason?"

Morris silence waiting for Clara to continue

"There is also a hate unconditionally" Clara

Clara then walk out, and only after seeing Clara get out did Morris mumble 

"but I love you unconditionally," Morris

Clara walked out of the tyrant room, and only when she got in the car did she breathe a sigh of relief

Two days, it will be over between her and Christ. What should she do? What can she do?

Christ still has no clue about the proposal and her parents do not know what to decide, one wrong step and their life will be at risk. No, their lives are at the mercy of the tyrant.

Two days passed and the due date had arrived. It is early in the morning Clara wakes up, she merely got any sleep last night, doing her morning routine and dressing up casually. Checking herself in the mirror before she goes down and joins the breakfast with her parents. Will this be the last time?

"Morning Mom, Dad" Clara greet her parent and kiss their cheek as a habit

"Morning dear," Mrs. Lawson replies with a gentle voice but her face is gloomy

As everything set, they all sat down and start their breakfast after finishing Clara drink her milk and wipe her mouth clean before she broke the silence

"About the engagement-" Clara said barely looking at her parent face

Mr. Lawson finishes his juice and states "I already answered Mr. Casper." 

"You already refuse?" Clara seems to be excited but the excitement does not last

"He will pick you up this evening for a vacation to Italy." Mr. Lawson

"W-what? You agree?" Clara frown as she furiously get up from the chair

"How can you agree Dad?" Clara

Seeing her father's silence Clara continues "You know I don't love him. I can't engage with him."

"He is the best choice for you, Clara." Mr. Lawson

"I don't need the best choice. I need the person I love." Clara

"He is the person you should love." Mr. Lawson

"Dad! How can you say it like this?" Clara

"You know how much I love Christ and you still agree? What is so good about him? You want me to marry a person who is ten years older than me?" Clara

Right, Morris was 33 and Clara was 18, their age gap is wide but Morris loves Clara all the same. Age is just a number and it means nothing to the tyrant.

"It's just age, Clara." Mr. Lawson

"It is not just age, it includes my happiness," Clara yell in anger

"Clara," Mrs. Lawson calls her only daughter

"Mom, help me talk with Dad. I-I don't want to engage with him." Clara breaks down in a tear

"Ridge, I think we can talk this out with Mr. Casper. Clara is still young, she needs more time" Mr. Lawson

"I already gave my answer and this is my final decision." Mr. Lawson said absolutely, leaving no room for discussion

"It's your final decision but not mine. I won't agree." Clara ends her sentence and walks upon the main door but Mr. Lawson's order makes the bodyguard stop him.

"Stop him!" Mr. Lawson

The two bodyguards stop Clara short, they block the main door. 

"What now? You are going to ground me?" Clara asks in disbelieve

"You will stay here until Mr. Casper picks you up." Mr. Lawson states firmly he then gets up and walks upstairs

Clara went back to her room as she had no choice, if her father said no then it’s no. 

Knock Knock

The knob is being open by Mrs. Lawson walking toward Clara who sits and stares at nothing

"Mom, I don’t want to" Clara sob, tears breaking down as she thought of her future with the tyrant. Her freedom and everything, it hard not to cry.

"Mommy understands but your dad choose what is best for you," Mrs. Lawson pulls Clara into an embrace as she coaxes her

"I don't want what is best, what I want is happiness and freedom." Clara

"I'm eighteen now Mom. I have lived these eighteen years with bodyguards following me everywhere, sometimes it feels suffocating." Clara finally cries out loud in her mother's embrace

"What is your plan, hmm? Mommy gonna help you." Mrs. Lawson

"Really?" Clara looks at her mother with hope

"For my dear happiness, I will do everything." Mrs. Lawson assures her with the smile, love, and affection of a mother

"I-i love you, Mom. You are the best." Clara

"Now tell Mommy." Mr. Lawson

Clara told her mother everything about her plan to escape from the tyrant's grip and from here. 

"You want to run away?" Mrs. Lawson's eyes widen in shock

"I-its impossible. Your dad won't allow it, not to mention that Mr. Casper has eyes and ears everywhere. Where will you go?" Mrs. Lawson asks in concern

"It is difficult but not impossible. I won't lose without trying." Clara

"Mom just helps distract Dad and the others. As long as I can get out of the house everything else is easy." Clara

"Okay, after lunch." Mrs. Lawson