"Really, you're staying with me for good?" Ella shrieks the moment I step into her bedroom. She throws her arms around me, and for a second, I forget how out of place I feel here. "I can't believe Zach had convinced you!"
Well, he did more than convincing. He blackmailed me.
"I just want to make sure you're not going to those places anymore, Ella. I'll be happy if you're safe," I say softly, hugging her back. Over her shoulder, I glance at Zachary, who leans against the wall with his arms crossed. His sharp, hazel eyes are locked on me, sending goosebumps down my arms.
Ella's smile grows, but Zachary clears his throat before I can say anything else. "You have other things to attend to, Clara."
I stiffen. Right. I still have to quit my job at the nightclub and clean out my things. I turn back to Ella and attempt a smile. "I'll be right back, okay? I just need to go get my stuff.”
Ella's face falls. "You're leaving already? Can't you stay a little longer?"
Her voice is so small it nearly breaks me. "I'll be quick, I promise."
Reluctantly, she nods, and I rise to head for the door. But before I can leave, Zachary catches my wrist. His firm yet gentle grip halts me abruptly.
"What are you doing?" I ask, glaring up at him.
Isn't it obvious? I'm coming with you," he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"What? I don't need an escort, Mr. Langston," I snap, trying to pull my arm free.
"You don’t get to argue. I need to make sure you're not planning to run. You wouldn’t be the first."
The way he says it, like he’s dealt with this kind of situation before, sends a fright through me. I glare harder, though my pulse betrays me, quickening under his touch. "I said I'd quit, didn't I? I'm not a liar."
"Good," he says simply, letting me go and heading for the elevator like he already knows I'll follow.
A few minutes later, I sit stiffly in the passenger seat of his sleek black car. This isn't the same car he used when he rushed Mother to the hospital. Of course, he is a wealthy man with several cars.
Shrinking in my seat, I secretly watch him maneuver the vehicle with his hands moving confidently over the steering wheel. The way he moves gracefully yet with purpose is both irritating and, I hate to admit it, captivating.
"You're staring," Zachary says without looking at me.
Heat rushes to my face, and I quickly look away. "No, I'm not."
He chuckles under his breath. "It's fine, Clara. Admire me all you want."
"You're insufferable," I mutter, crossing my arms and glaring out the window. "By the way, you don't have to waste your time on me. As long as I remember, you hated your time being wasted."
"This gives us time to discuss our arrangement," he replies without taking his eyes off the road.
I frown, looking back at his direction. "What arrangement?"
"You'll stay with Ella for one year. In return, I'll pay off your mother's medical bills. When it's over, you leave. You don't contact Ella again. You don't contact me again."
His words crashed into me like a gong. No contact. Period. Just like that, and I'd be purged from their lives. And isn't that exactly what I want? The pain of his presence chokes me, suffocates me. But now as he spoke of leaving and going, somehow, oddly, I feel slighted by him.
My throat constricts, but I push myself to nod. "Fine. One year."
We arrive at the nightclub, where the air is buzzing with dim lights, pounding music, and the clinking of glasses. Mr. Cooper stands behind the bar, staring down at his phone. His face lights up when he spots me.
"Clara!"
"I need to talk," I say without any further hesitation. "I'm resigning."
He freezes. "Resigning? Why?"
"I got the job at the hotel."
His brows knit together. "Didn't they reject you before?"
"Well, they changed their mind," I reply quickly, hoping he won't dig further. But his frown deepens, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "Clara, I don't like this. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Before I can even answer, a shiver runs down my spine. I turn my head over my shoulder to see Zachary sitting at a far table, his eyes staring straight at me like a hawk. He is entirely out of place in his tailored suit, but somehow, he commands the room.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to keep my focus on my manager. "I'm positive, Mr. Cooper. Thanks for everything.”
He hesitates but nods. "Alright. But before you go, can you clean up the stockroom upstairs? It's a mess."
I agree, heading up the stairs. The stockroom is worse than I expect, with boxes haphazardly piled. Sighing, I start organizing. "Don't forget, Clara. You're all doing this for your mother," I remind myself, pushing through the clutter.
A few minutes later. The door creaks behind me, and I turn. Mr. Cooper steps in and locks the door.
My blood instantly gets cold as I ask, "W-What are you doing? Why did you lock the door?"
"This is how it works, Clara. Girls spend time with me first before they get out of this club."
"N-No way." Fear floods me as I step back until my back hits the wall. Why is he doing this? I thought he was kind and gentlemanly. Now those seemingly innocent actions make me question everything. "I'm begging you, Mr. Cooper. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this."
“That's not how it works, sweetheart," he says, moving closer. "I'd been thinking of ways to get you alone for years now. Do you think I will just let you walk away?"
"No!" I throw some boxes off the nearby shelf, hoping to create a distraction and make a run for it. But Mr. Cooper easily catches me before I can escape.
"Help! Somebody!"
The door opens with a crash, and Zachary strides in. His eyes flick between us and then land on Mr. Cooper.
"Step away from her." His face is red, even though he speaks in a calm tone.
"Zachary Langston?" Mr. Cooper snorts, pushing me to the ground. "No wonder this girl is so defiant. But this is my world, rich boy. I'll make sure you're never seen again."
Mr. Cooper throws a punch, but his confidence crumbles when Zachary moves. In a blur, Zachary twists his arm behind his back and forces him to the ground.
“I should end you,” Zachary growls. “But you’re not worth it.”
He lets go, and Mr. Cooper collapses, groaning. Zachary straightens as he gazes down at me with low brows. “Now I have more reasons to shut this hell of a place down for good." He extends a hand to help me up.
The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars make everything feel surreal. I stand frozen near the car, hugging myself against the chill that seems to seep into my bones. My gaze keeps drifting to Zachary, who's talking to the officers a few feet away.The officers seem uncomfortable in his presence, even though Zachary's voice remains calm. One of them hesitates before nodding at something he says, scribbling notes furiously on a pad. The exchange feels more like an order being issued than a report being taken.A sign is being nailed to the club's front door: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Regardless, the relief I expect doesn't come.Zachary steps back toward me. "Okay?"I nod quickly. "I'm good now. Thanks to you."His eyes narrow at me, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Good? You call that good? You insisted on returning alone to a cheap nightclub with a pervert manager. What happens if I didn’t come with you?""I'm sorry," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself tighte
What if Ella blames me for what happened to Zachary? Or the whole Langston family?The image of him collapsing replays in my mind over and over. The blood, the way his face went pale. I can’t stop thinking about how lifeless he looked, how close I came to breaking down in that moment.Tears sting my eyes, but I fight them back. Crying won’t change anything, but I have no one to confide in, so my tears fall in silence.An hour later, a doctor walks over. She’s middle-aged, wearing a lab coat, and looks tired. She gives a tired smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.“Mr. Langston is stable. He’s awake and recovering well. The wound isn’t as bad as it looked, but he’ll need time to heal.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief floods through me, and my legs almost give out, but I hold myself up. “Can I see him?”The doctor hesitates a moment before nodding. “He’s in recovery, but don’t expect him to be in the best mood."I nod, barely able to speak. My heart is still pou
"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
“Clara, are you okay?”I look up to see the manager leaning on the counter, his brown eyes studying me. “You’ve been wiping that same spot for ten minutes.”My hands freeze in the middle of a swipe. After that, I go back to the bottles behind the bar and line them up. “Sorry. I’m just distracted.”“So, did you get the job at that fancy hotel?”“I was rejected,” I say with a shrug.He frowns. “Their loss. Anyway, why would you want to work in that hotel? And for someone like Zachary Langston? He’s known for being a heartless jerk. I’ve heard plenty about him, but people still think he’s perfect because he’s rich and powerful. Life’s not fair for common folks like us.”I stiffen. Mr. Cooper is too close, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. He’s always been kind, and I don’t want to read into his actions.My phone vibrates in my pocket, giving me an excuse to step away from the uncomfortable conversation. “Excuse me, Mr. Cooper. I have to get this. It’s from the hospital,” I mumble
I sit on the edge of the couch, feeling completely out of place. Mr. Grumpy paces the room while his sharp gaze flicks between Ella and the floor. Ella curls up on the opposite couch, hugging her knees tightly. She insisted I stay, so here I am—an unwelcome witness to their family drama, frozen and unsure of what to do or say.“I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. I just wanted to spend time with my friends and let loose for a bit.”Zachary pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And for that, I canceled an important meeting because I was worried sick about you. Do you even realize what you’re doing to yourself and to me?”Ella’s shoulders tense. “You and everyone else in this family are always too busy with work. No one asks how I feel or what I want. You all treat me like a child but expect me to act like an adult. How is that fair?”"Newsflash—life isn’t fair, princess. It’s not supposed to be. We’re trying to protect you, to keep you safe, because you clearly can’t
I've decided to go home instead of continuing my duty at the bar. This has been a long night, and even though I know I should stay and finish my shift, I just can't bring myself to do it. My mind is exhausted, and I need some rest before facing another day of work tomorrow. Besides, Mom has no one to take care of her at home.When I finally burst through the door, I’m hit by a cold silence. The air feels thick, too still, like something’s terribly wrong.“Mom?” I call, stepping further into the living room.But then my blood turns to ice as I see her lying unconscious on the floor. She's crumpled like a rag doll, and her face is pale.“Mom!” I cry out, rushing to her side. I kneel beside her, trembling, my hands shaking as I press them to her cold skin. There’s no movement. I scramble for my phone, hoping to call for help, but when I swipe it on, my stomach drops. The screen is black. Completely dead."No, no, no!"I push myself up and rush to the door, my eyes darting around the hal
What if Ella blames me for what happened to Zachary? Or the whole Langston family?The image of him collapsing replays in my mind over and over. The blood, the way his face went pale. I can’t stop thinking about how lifeless he looked, how close I came to breaking down in that moment.Tears sting my eyes, but I fight them back. Crying won’t change anything, but I have no one to confide in, so my tears fall in silence.An hour later, a doctor walks over. She’s middle-aged, wearing a lab coat, and looks tired. She gives a tired smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.“Mr. Langston is stable. He’s awake and recovering well. The wound isn’t as bad as it looked, but he’ll need time to heal.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief floods through me, and my legs almost give out, but I hold myself up. “Can I see him?”The doctor hesitates a moment before nodding. “He’s in recovery, but don’t expect him to be in the best mood."I nod, barely able to speak. My heart is still pou
The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars make everything feel surreal. I stand frozen near the car, hugging myself against the chill that seems to seep into my bones. My gaze keeps drifting to Zachary, who's talking to the officers a few feet away.The officers seem uncomfortable in his presence, even though Zachary's voice remains calm. One of them hesitates before nodding at something he says, scribbling notes furiously on a pad. The exchange feels more like an order being issued than a report being taken.A sign is being nailed to the club's front door: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Regardless, the relief I expect doesn't come.Zachary steps back toward me. "Okay?"I nod quickly. "I'm good now. Thanks to you."His eyes narrow at me, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Good? You call that good? You insisted on returning alone to a cheap nightclub with a pervert manager. What happens if I didn’t come with you?""I'm sorry," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself tighte
"Really, you're staying with me for good?" Ella shrieks the moment I step into her bedroom. She throws her arms around me, and for a second, I forget how out of place I feel here. "I can't believe Zach had convinced you!"Well, he did more than convincing. He blackmailed me."I just want to make sure you're not going to those places anymore, Ella. I'll be happy if you're safe," I say softly, hugging her back. Over her shoulder, I glance at Zachary, who leans against the wall with his arms crossed. His sharp, hazel eyes are locked on me, sending goosebumps down my arms.Ella's smile grows, but Zachary clears his throat before I can say anything else. "You have other things to attend to, Clara."I stiffen. Right. I still have to quit my job at the nightclub and clean out my things. I turn back to Ella and attempt a smile. "I'll be right back, okay? I just need to go get my stuff.”Ella's face falls. "You're leaving already? Can't you stay a little longer?"Her voice is so small it nearl
I've decided to go home instead of continuing my duty at the bar. This has been a long night, and even though I know I should stay and finish my shift, I just can't bring myself to do it. My mind is exhausted, and I need some rest before facing another day of work tomorrow. Besides, Mom has no one to take care of her at home.When I finally burst through the door, I’m hit by a cold silence. The air feels thick, too still, like something’s terribly wrong.“Mom?” I call, stepping further into the living room.But then my blood turns to ice as I see her lying unconscious on the floor. She's crumpled like a rag doll, and her face is pale.“Mom!” I cry out, rushing to her side. I kneel beside her, trembling, my hands shaking as I press them to her cold skin. There’s no movement. I scramble for my phone, hoping to call for help, but when I swipe it on, my stomach drops. The screen is black. Completely dead."No, no, no!"I push myself up and rush to the door, my eyes darting around the hal
I sit on the edge of the couch, feeling completely out of place. Mr. Grumpy paces the room while his sharp gaze flicks between Ella and the floor. Ella curls up on the opposite couch, hugging her knees tightly. She insisted I stay, so here I am—an unwelcome witness to their family drama, frozen and unsure of what to do or say.“I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. I just wanted to spend time with my friends and let loose for a bit.”Zachary pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And for that, I canceled an important meeting because I was worried sick about you. Do you even realize what you’re doing to yourself and to me?”Ella’s shoulders tense. “You and everyone else in this family are always too busy with work. No one asks how I feel or what I want. You all treat me like a child but expect me to act like an adult. How is that fair?”"Newsflash—life isn’t fair, princess. It’s not supposed to be. We’re trying to protect you, to keep you safe, because you clearly can’t
“Clara, are you okay?”I look up to see the manager leaning on the counter, his brown eyes studying me. “You’ve been wiping that same spot for ten minutes.”My hands freeze in the middle of a swipe. After that, I go back to the bottles behind the bar and line them up. “Sorry. I’m just distracted.”“So, did you get the job at that fancy hotel?”“I was rejected,” I say with a shrug.He frowns. “Their loss. Anyway, why would you want to work in that hotel? And for someone like Zachary Langston? He’s known for being a heartless jerk. I’ve heard plenty about him, but people still think he’s perfect because he’s rich and powerful. Life’s not fair for common folks like us.”I stiffen. Mr. Cooper is too close, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. He’s always been kind, and I don’t want to read into his actions.My phone vibrates in my pocket, giving me an excuse to step away from the uncomfortable conversation. “Excuse me, Mr. Cooper. I have to get this. It’s from the hospital,” I mumble
"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