Clara entrusted Lucas with her heart—literally and figuratively. But when he betrayed her trust because of his family, snatching away the one thing that could save her life, Clara lost everything—including her beloved mother. Now, she has nothing left to lose. With a powerful new heiress identity and the backing of a man she never expected, she returns, no longer the weak, heartbroken woman Lucas betrayed. He wants her back now, determined to fight for her, no matter what it takes. Too bad for him—Clara didn’t return for love. She came back for revenge.
Lihat lebih banyakCLARA I sucked in a deep breath. “What did you say the money was for again?” I asked. Maybe I hadn’t heard right. Maybe I was just imagining the worst about the man I loved. “For your silence,” Raymond repeated. “Mr. Lucas hopes you’ll reconsider the lawsuit. His nephew, Connie—” He adjusted his tie, unfazed by the way I was shaking with rage. “Connie is young. Losing his aunt would be inconvenient for everyone. The Sinclair family is willing to cover funeral costs… along with this.” He gestured to the briefcase. Five million dollars. Life-changing money. Enough to walk away, to start over. But then I saw my mother’s face. Her trembling smile in that hospital bed. Her voice, weak but proud, calling me her brave, bold girl. My jaw tightened. “And if I don’t agree?” Raymond sighed. “Then you won’t be part of the Sinclair family. If you love Lucas, you’ll do this for him.” A bitter laugh tore from my throat. I grabbed the briefcase—and flung it. Cash scattered like filth. “Get
CLARAIt was evening already, but my mother was yet to return. I stared at my phone, gripping it so tightly my fingers ached. She wasn’t supposed to be gone long, even if she wanted to go confront Ella or Lucas. Right?I dialed her number again. Straight to voicemail.Panic tightened around my chest. Something wasn’t right.I threw off the hospital blanket and sat up, ignoring the dull ache in my chest. Called her again. Nothing.She wouldn’t just disappear. She wouldn’t leave me when she knew that she was the most important person in the world to me. Growing up without a father meant she was all I had. Just as I was about to drop it for the tenth time, the phone rang. I fumbled to answer, “Hello?” I spoke with a sense of urgency. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my mum calling me from another number. “Is this Clara Walsh?” a firm voice asked on the other end.“Yes.”“This is St. Anthony’s Emergency Services. Your mother, Susan Walsh, was in a car accident. She’s in critical co
CLARA A bomb could have dropped and blown up the hospital room with me in it, and I’d have felt nothing compared to the pain that settled in my chest. “What’s going on?” I muttered softly. My eyes were getting wet again. “I don’t understand, Doctor. You gave me your word. You said that you would hold the spot for me. I swear it was an accident. I don’t need to be punished for this!” The doctor sighed. “ No one is punishing you, Miss Clara. Not the hospital.” I blinked in an attempt to fight my tears. “Then what’s going on?” Another sigh. “You should ask your fiancé directly.” My stomach twisted. I turned to Lucas, searching his face for answers. “Lucas?” He sighed, trying to take my hand but I snatched it away from him, still in utter shock and disbelief. “Clara…” he started to speak, but Ella stepped forward. She wore one of those confident looks that made me want to grab her by the hair and pull so hard, she’ll have a headache for years to come. “Clara, my best f
CLARAWhen I woke up to bright lights and different wires connected to my body, my chest tightened.A terrible cold crept over me, curling around my ribs like a vice. Someone had done this to me.But who?And then it hit me.Connie.He had grabbed my bag. He’d been nervous when I took it back, just for a second—so quick I hadn’t given it much thought. But now…I swallowed hard, turning to mom. “How long have I been out?”“A day.” Mom’s grip tightened. “But that’s not the worst part, Clara. Your surgery—” She paused, taking a shaky breath. “It has to be postponed.”I stiffened. “For how long?”“A month.”The word slammed into me like a punch to the gut. A month?After over twenty years of waiting, of endless hospital visits, of careful, calculated living just to survive long enough for this surgery—now, it was slipping through my fingers.Tears burned my eyes, hot and relentless. I shook my head, the panic rising in my throat. “I can’t wait another month, Mom. I—” My voice broke.“I kn
LUCAS Mom had her arms outstretched in front of the double doors while dad stood beside her with a gleaming smile as Connie ran to them when we got home. He jumped into her arms and Dad patted his back, grinning at him now. “You had a wonderful day, I guess?” She asked him. Connie nodded, turning to us—his aunt, Ella and me. “I did! I want Aunt Ella to always be at my school, she’s so fun!” Ella laughed, but I said nothing. I let them walk into the house, going to sit out in the grand foyer, knowing my parents didn’t even care to see me, and there was nothing for us to talk about. My mind drifted to Clara and my fingers hovered over my screen to text her, but what would I say? She had looked very pissed, and it just ruined my mood even more. My brother’s child was my child. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t keep life comfortable for him? I knew that Connie had changed a lot from how he used to be, but he just lost both parents—the little boy was going through it, for
CLARA“Connie! Can you give it back?” I gasped, reaching for my purse. The sudden movement pulled at my chest, making my heart pound erratically. I gripped the chair for support, cursing under my breath. Damn heart issues…Connie only grinned, throwing my Chanel purse behind him when I tried to reach for it again. “Why don’t you just go away, sicko? You’re an ugly witch with ugly hair!”I forced a nervous laugh as Connie yanked my hair, glancing around the school hall for some help but none came. The only reason I was here was because my fiancé, Lucas, had asked that we attend the parent-child event for his eight-year-old nephew, Connie, as his parents. His biological parents passed away three years ago. From here, we could go try on wedding dresses, which I was excited for.But as Connie’s tantrum dragged on, I refused to let him ruin today. Even when he kept pinching my arms discreetly, running back whenever I reached for him. Before I could actually lose my mind, Lucas finally a
CLARA“Connie! Can you give it back?” I gasped, reaching for my purse. The sudden movement pulled at my chest, making my heart pound erratically. I gripped the chair for support, cursing under my breath. Damn heart issues…Connie only grinned, throwing my Chanel purse behind him when I tried to reach for it again. “Why don’t you just go away, sicko? You’re an ugly witch with ugly hair!”I forced a nervous laugh as Connie yanked my hair, glancing around the school hall for some help but none came. The only reason I was here was because my fiancé, Lucas, had asked that we attend the parent-child event for his eight-year-old nephew, Connie, as his parents. His biological parents passed away three years ago. From here, we could go try on wedding dresses, which I was excited for.But as Connie’s tantrum dragged on, I refused to let him ruin today. Even when he kept pinching my arms discreetly, running back whenever I reached for him. Before I could actually lose my mind, Lucas finally a...
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