"Not so fast, Clarence,” he snickered. He dragged me recklessly from the door to the balcony of our master's bedroom and pressed a button which lowered the balcony guide into the floor, exposing me. I was almost hanging in the open. He used his left hand to hold tightly onto my wheelchair, making sure one of its wheels was hanging out of the balcony, while he presented the divorce papers he retrieved from his pocket to me with his other hand. We were on the fifth floor, and I was already shaking. In my wildest imagination, I never expected that Damon would go about hanging my life in a thread like this just to have me agree to divorce him. He chuckled as his eyes glittered with amusement, enjoying how I was sweating profusely in fear. “Will you sign the divorce papers, or join your parents in hell?” * Betrayed and discarded for her own sister, Gina. Clarence is left in her Crippled state empty-handed and destitute after a brutal divorce from her husband Damon Ferdinand who took everything she had endured hell for. But fortunately for her, fate has other plans… enters Dr. Julian Blackwood, a powerful and ruthless ex-boyfriend from college who's determined to help Clarence reclaim her rightful place. He helps her back on her feet and offers her a loan as her guarantor. With his wealth and influence, Clarence is transformed into a force to be reckoned with and together, they orchestrate a stunning revenge against her ex-husband and sister. Four years later, Clarence stands victorious as the CEO of a thriving luxury clothing empire. But when she encounters her ex-husband, Damon, he's shocked by her transformation... and she's ready to deliver the final blow.
View MoreJulian’s POV.Clarence’s message sat on my screen, a simple request that somehow unsettled me. "Please, can you come over?"I stared at the words, reading them over and over again, trying to figure out why she would reach out to me of all people. We weren’t friends. We weren’t anything. So why? A dozen scenarios ran through my mind, each one making less sense than the last—until I landed on the worst possibility. What if something had happened to her? That thought alone had me grabbing my coat and heading for the door without hesitation. The cold night air hit me as I stepped outside, but I barely noticed it. My phone was already in my hand, about to call her when movement near the driveway caught my attention. It was drunk Kristina. She was staggering, her heels clicking unevenly against the pavement. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smudged, and the moment she looked up at me, I could smell the alcohol from several feet away. I barely had time to react before she tripped
Julian’s POV.I watched as Clarence walked away, entering her car and driving away without saying a word to Kristina. I knew she was holding it in, pretending that she was fine which was a lie. I knew the moment she stepped off that stage, from the way she stood in front of Damon and Gina, that it took everything in her not to break right there. Being someone who I have known in the past for years, she hasn't changed a bit so I could tell when things weren't okay with her.I felt like I should have driven her home. I should have taken her in my arms, told her she wasn’t alone in this, that the world could turn against her but I wouldn’t, that she had someone by her side even as she felt so alone. The thoughts of this clawed at me, heavy and insistent. But before I could let it settle and allow it to register in my head, I shook it off. This wasn’t my business. She wasn’t my business anymore. We were done and there wasn't any emotional attachment, it was all about being work partne
Clarence’s POV.After the ceremony ended, I moved through the crowd, exchanging polite smiles and handshakes. The night should have felt like a victory, but the moment I spotted them, and the air around me seemed to tighten. Damon and Gina. My stomach became tense, but still I kept my expression steady. "Clarence," Damon drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Quite an achievement. Congratulations." I met his gaze, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. "Damon. Gina." Gina's eyes flickered with amusement as she swept her gaze over me. "Success looks good on you," she mused. "Though, let’s see how long it lasts. That little… *incident* earlier—did you enjoy it?" My jaw tightened. "Don't tell me that was your doing." She let out a light laugh, shaking her head. "Please, Clarence. I'm not that jobless. But you really have no idea, do you? The competition in this industry is brutal. If you're not careful, you'll be eaten alive." She tilted her head, smirking. "Honestl
Clarence’s POV.I ran my hands over the smooth fabric of my blazer, staring at the invitation resting on my desk. Tonight should have been a moment of triumph—a celebration of everything I had built from nothing. Winning the “Fastest Rising New Company” award was more than just an award. It was proof that I had survived. That I had rebuilt my life from the ruins Damon left behind. Yet, as I adjusted my blazer one last time, a strange feeling settled in my chest. More like a warning that my night wouldn't go as planned, although the warning seemed quiet, it was insistent. “Are you ready?” Julian’s voice came from the doorway. His presence, as always, filled the room effortlessly. Sharp suit and perfectly composed expression. A man who I had never seen lost control unlike how he used to be. I grabbed my bag. “Let’s go.” The clicking of heels against marble made me stop. Lo and behold, it was Kristina. She walked in like she owned the place, her red lips curving into a smile t
Clarence’s POV. The moment I stepped into the police station, my eyes landed on Julian. He was seated in front of an officer, and Kristina was right beside him, her arms wrapped around his waist, head nestled against his shoulder. I froze. I didn’t know why Julian had asked me to come, but looking at them, I suddenly felt like I didn’t belong there. He seemed fine. He wasn’t alone. Kristina was with him, holding onto him like she was afraid to let go. If I walked up to him now, it would only make things more complicated, and her suspicions would only grow deeper. Without a second thought, I turned on my heels and made my way back to my car. As I slid into the driver’s seat, guilt settled in my chest. I should have stayed. He had defended me at the mall, standing by me even when it meant taking the insults meant for me. But I couldn’t even walk into that station for him because I was afraid of what his fiancée would think. I hesitated for a moment before typing out a text.
Julian’s POV. Kristina’s gaze darted between me and Clarence, the anger in her eyes intensifying with every passing second. The way I was still holding onto Clarence’s hand possessively didn’t help. “What the hell is going on?” Kristina asked with suspicious eyes. I let go of Clarence’s wrist, stepping back. “It’s nothing,” I quickly said. “There was a misunderstanding.” Kristina’s lips curled in distaste as she crossed her arms. “A misunderstanding?” She turned her glare on Clarence. “Of course, it involves you.” Clarence didn’t react to the hostility, instead, her expression was impassive. “If you’re done making assumptions, I’ll be leaving.” She bent down to pick up her groceries, but Kristina took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “You think I’m stupid?” Kristina scoffed. “You always show up at the worst times, don’t you? Just when Julian and I are doing fine—” I cut her off. “Kristina, that’s enough.” She ignored me, still focused on Clarence. “Stay the hell away fr
Julian’s POV.Staring at Clarence’s photo brought back memories I had tried so hard to forget. Our university days. The laughter, the arguments, the way she made everything feel less suffocating. And then, the day everything ended. I tossed the phone back into the glove compartment, shutting it away like I had tried to shut away those memories. She was the last person I wanted to think about, not now, not ever. I wasn’t even sure if I still had space for her in my heart. Rubbing a hand down my face, I let out a slow breath and rested my head against the seat. My mind refused to quiet down. Why was I even hell-bent on getting married to Kristina? I didn’t love her. Hell, I didn’t even like her. She was my parents’ choice, their perfect idea of who I should be with. And somehow, I had gone along with it, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. A sharp ache settled in my chest. It wasn’t just about them choosing Kristina—it was about everything they had done for me. Eve
Julian’s POVI stood outside my family home, my hands buried deep in my pockets. Months had passed since my last visit, and if it weren’t for the news about my father’s health, I wouldn’t be here now. Two days ago, my mother called, her voice filled with urgency, telling me my father had fallen ill. As his doctor, I had no choice but to come. But beyond the obligation, there was still something in me that made me care. No matter how much distance had settled between us over the years, he was still my father. Stepping inside, I inhaled the familiar scent of polished wood and freshly brewed tea. The house staff greeted me with polite nods before disappearing into the background, just as they always did. My mother met me in the hallway, her expression unreadable.“Julian,” she said softly, reaching out to touch my arm. “I’m glad you came.” “How is he?” She sighed. “Weak. He refuses to rest properly, but I know you’ll handle that.” I didn’t reply, just gave a small nod before
Clarence’s POV. Their stares burned into my skin, each one heavy with judgment. I stood in the center of the living room, my back stiff, fists clenched at my sides as anger coursed through me. My stepmother, my uncle, Gina, Damon—they all looked at me like I was nothing more than a disgrace. Like I had no right to be here, let alone demand what was mine. As if I were some thief who had stolen from them, someone who should be on my knees, begging for permission to keep what my mother left behind. “You’re being disrespectful, Clarence,” my uncle said, shaking his head as though I had disappointed him personally. "This arrogance is exactly why you don’t deserve the company." I swallowed back my frustration. "I’m not being arrogant. I’m fighting for what’s rightfully mine.” My heart was pounding as I spoke, but I wouldn’t let them see it. I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing their words had any effect on me. "Yours? That company belongs to the family, not just
Clarence’s POV. The shattering of glass by a waitress, who apologized profusely, jolted me back to reality. It was Christmas Eve, and I sat in a corner of the hall, watching my husband beam with pride as he greeted guests at his second company's launch. A dull ache bloomed in my chest like a bruise spreading its tender fingers. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the memories that lingered in every corner of my mind as I recalled his cold behavior and the hurtful words he'd spoken the night before which was opposite to what he showed to everyone else. "I only married you for your family's influence," he had said. "The moment I get what I want, you're out of my life. Who wants a cripple for a wife? You can't even take control in bed. You're as good as dead." A tear slid down my cheek, which I quickly wiped away before anyone noticed. Gina, my step-sister, had always been his first choice - perfect, able-bodied, and everything I wasn't. But when he discovered she wouldn...
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