She was more than just an enemy’s daughter. She was his… Clara Hale is looking for a fresh start, not a storm. But from the moment she crosses paths with Zachary Langston, her life is thrown into chaos. Her chance at employment is shattered, and she finds herself entangled in his bizarre world. When she saves his sister from danger, Clara hopes it’s her ticket to peace. Instead, she ends up stuck under Zachary’s roof, where the friction between them only grows. There’s something irresistible about his sharp hazel eyes and dangerous charm, and being close to him feels as reckless as it does unescapable. But Clara had a secrets of her own, which was hidden even to herself. Anyway, Zachary wouldn’t expect that this young clumsy woman would shake the walls around his heart.
View MoreClaraI glance out the window, watching the streetlights blur past. My chest tightens with the overwhelming feeling that we're being followed. My fingers grip the seat, my palms slick with sweat. I try to steady my breathing, but every turn we take, every red light Zachary speeds through, the car behind us stays right on our tail. It feels like they’re toying with us, and the fear creeping through me grows stronger with each second.I steal a look at Zachary. His expression is stone-cold, eyes scanning the road with razor-sharp focus. I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves, but the fear gnaws at me, relentless and consuming.“Who are they?” I ask.“I don’t want to know,” Zachary mutters grimly, foot pressing harder on the accelerator. "But I need to lose them."A dangerous thought slips from my lips before I can stop it. “Does this have something to do with your… illegal business?”He glances at me sharply but doesn’t deny it. “Yes.”Fear twists inside me, but it isn’t just for my
ClaraI push open the hospital room door carefully, trying not to wake my mother if she’s asleep. But instead of finding her resting, I see her sitting upright in bed, a warm smile lighting her tired features. Her frail hands rest on the blanket covering her legs, and the faint beeping of the monitors reminds me of why she’s here in the first place.“Clara, sweetheart,” she greets me with that familiar softness in her voice that always makes my heart ache. “You didn’t have to come this late.”I force a smile, stepping closer and placing the stuffed bear on the small table beside her bed. "I wanted to see you. How are you feeling, Mom? Are the doctors saying you're getting better?"She sighs softly, offering a reassuring smile. "I'm doing okay, sweetheart. The doctors say it's a slow process, but they seem optimistic. Don't worry too much about me."Sitting down beside her, I take her hand, feeling the coolness of her skin beneath my fingertips. She squeezes back gently. “How’s work goi
ClaraWhy is he even here? Zachary Langston walks with me, wasting his time at an amusement park. He should be at some high-profile meeting or entertaining a woman like Catarina, the Orange County princess with her perfect blonde waves and designer heels. Yet here he is, steps away from a booth selling corn dogs. The irony of it makes my lips twitch, though I quickly stifle the almost-smile.“You’re quiet,” he says suddenly. It isn’t a question. More like an observation that pins me in place.“I don’t want to disturb your brooding,” I reply, attempting a light tone. Humor is my armor, though it rarely seems to work on him.To my surprise, the corner of his mouth twitches. Barely perceptible, but it is there. “Brooding?” he echoes, arching a brow.“Well, you’re not exactly radiating amusement,” I say, gesturing vaguely at his stern expression. “I think this place is supposed to be fun.”He glances around, as if noticing the flashing lights and laughter for the first time. “Fun isn’t ex
ClaraThe crisp evening air brushes against my skin as we step out of the rehearsal venue. Ella is by my side, her phone in hand as usual, but this time she seems distracted, her brows furrowing as she looks up and down the street. “Where’s Zachary?” she mutters.I shift nervously, tugging the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder. My anxiety, which had only slightly abated during our brief conversation inside, comes roaring back. What am I thinking, agreeing to go with Dylan? My job is to stay with Ella, not…venture off with someone I barely know. If Zachary shows up and sees me, what will he think?The idea of Zachary’s disapproval churns in my stomach. He always has this quiet, commanding presence that makes me hyperaware of my every move. The last thing I want is for him to think I’m abandoning my responsibilities. But then again, Ella is the one who nudged me toward Dylan, isn’t she? I agreed because of her…didn’t I?“Here it is.” Dylan’s smooth voice breaks through my thoughts.
ClaraThe dressing room buzzed with laughter and chatter, but I stayed in my corner, folding Ella’s clothes and tidying up her things. The vanity in front of me was a mess—makeup, brushes, and hairpins everywhere. Ella, as usual, was the center of attention, chatting animatedly with her co-models on the other side of the room. Her laughter was bright and infectious, but I stayed focused on the task at hand.Being around her and the other models these past few weeks had given me a glimpse into their world. It wasn’t all glamour and runway lights; there was a precision to everything they did—the way they walked, the way they posed, even the way they turned their heads. I’d watched them practice enough times to almost feel like I understood it.I straightened up, glancing at the mirror. What if I tried it? Just once, to see if I could pull it off. For a second, I imagined myself walking a runway, the lights glaring, an audience watching my every step. My stomach churned at the thought, a
ZacharyThe hallway feels colder than I remember, the kind of chill that creeps into your bones and refuses to leave. This was never just a corridor leading to a room—it’s a bridge to the ghosts of my past, a reminder of who I am and the man who shaped me.When I open the door to the private cottage, the air feels heavy, weighed down by scotch fumes and shadows of unspoken truths. My father, George Langston, sits in his throne-like chair, as though the years haven’t dulled his arrogance. His eyes meet mine, sharp and assessing, the same eyes that once looked at me like I was his prized creation.“Is there something important we need to talk about?” My voice is cold, my hands steady despite the roiling storm within me.George leans back, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t a father catch up with his son? I may be a bad man, but I still miss you.”The words make my skin crawl. The last time I heard him say anything remotely fatherly was when I was a boy, and even t
Zachary I tap my fingers on the edge of my desk while looking out at the metropolitan skyline. The workplace is quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioner. My phone sits on the desk, still showing the message Clara sent earlier.I don’t know why her words stick with me. Maybe it’s the way she asks—like she genuinely cares. It’s not something I’m used to, especially not from someone like her. She’s supposed to be focused on Ella, on her job. Not me. I pick up my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen, debating how to reply. “Sir,” my secretary’s voice comes through the intercom, snapping me out of it. “Princess Catarina is ready to meet you.” I slip the phone into my pocket, standing up. “Send her in,” I say, smoothing my tie. The message will have to wait. ---The Bellemont Grand Hotel’s restaurant is as upscale as ever, all glittering chandeliers and polished silverware. Princess Catarina walks beside me, drawing glances from every corner of the room. She’s the pic
ClaraThe ballroom was a hive of activity, alive with the click of heels and the hum of conversation. Ella stood in the middle of the makeshift runway, practicing her walk with the other models. I leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of the way as I watched her glide across the polished floor like she was born to do this.Ella was incredible—poised, confident, graceful. Everything about her screamed perfection. She had this natural elegance that made every step look effortless. It wasn’t just her; the other models were just as mesmerizing. They were tall, gorgeous, and so put-together, even in the middle of a long rehearsal.I sighed, glancing down at my own reflection in a nearby mirror. My blouse was wrinkled, my hair shoved into a messy bun, and there were faint shadows under my eyes that no amount of concealer could cover. I looked haggard, like someone who hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks—which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth.The models were laughing now, t
ZacharyThe metropolis sprawls before me in perfect anarchy, with a constant yet unexpected pulse. It's my battleground, my empire, and I'm determined to win every war that comes my way.The Bluetooth in my ear buzzes again, and my associate stammers about a minor issue with a rival shipment.My patience wanes.“Fix it,” I say curtly. “And don’t call me again until it’s handled!”Before I can take another breath, a knock sounds at the door.“Come in.”Anthony steps in, and his face looks as sharp and polished as ever. "King Desmund and Princess Catarina have arrived. They're getting ready in the lounge."I nod, adjusting my cufflinks. “Send them to the dining room. I’ll meet them shortly.”—The dining room is a picture of elegance. But the grandeur isn’t just in the furniture or the expensive crystalware. It’s in the people who walk through these halls and the power they command.When King Desmund arrives, the hotel staff performs like a well-rehearsed symphony. The maître d' lowers
"Oh, Zach… That's the spot…"This is not how I thought my long-awaited job interview would go. Being stuck in this bathroom with my hurt hand and hearing the clear sounds of kissing and a zipper coming undone makes my heart want to burst.How did I even end up in this situation? IJust yesterday, I was overjoyed when I received a call from the prominent company inviting me for an interview. Now all I can think of is how to gracefully leave this embarrassing scenario without causing a scene.I press myself against the bathroom counter, hoping they won’t notice me. But my clumsiness strikes again. My elbow knocks over a perfume bottle, and it clatters loudly.Now, I’m so dead.“Did you hear that?”“What do you mean?”“I heard something. Someone’s here, Zach.”“It’s just us. No one else is on this floor.”“I’m certain of it. Hold on, I’ll check it out.”The sound of heels clicking closer makes me pace back and forth like a headless chicken. Oh God, please save me. I promise I’ll be bette...
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