Sixty-seven days before the wedding
"Such an asshole!"
A woman crumpled a piece of paper in her hand. Her knuckles turned white from the tightness of her fist. She stared intently at the other papers lined up on the desk.
"How on earth can all this not be revealed?"
"He's very wealthy." A man replied in a black suit who stood towering over her. They were separated by a desk. "And quite powerful."
"Motherfucker!" cursed the woman again as she pounded on the table. "Money, huh? Let's see how much money he has."
"A lot, Señorita," he said. He was trying to warn his boss not to underestimate the wealth and power of the man who from now on was her mortal enemy.
The woman named Clarice Wright growled in annoyance. Her gray eyes glared at the assistant. "Are you trying to say that my money is outnumbered by his?"
"He's one of LS Group's main heirs," he replied, implicitly acknowledging Clarice's question about being outnumbered.
"LS Group?" Clarice thought for a moment, Hunter nodded. "LS...? Lewis Sullivan...? Damn, you're right, Hunter. That's a lot of money."
Hunter gave her a kingly smile.
"How did Jane get involved with someone from the Lewis Sullivan family?" she murmured in surprise, but Hunter couldn't answer her. The woman looked up, staring at the assistant. "Do you know anyone who might be involved?"
Hunter moved, opening his tablet and approaching Clarice from the side. He showed her a photo of a man with brown hair and sideburns wearing a dark blue suit. "Shawn Sullivan, 34 years old, our prime suspect. Husband of Jane Sullivan. Second grandson of Anthony Sullivan, current President Director of LS Group. He has two rivals, an older sister named Felicia Sullivan and a male cousin named Justin Sullivan."
Hunter shifted the photo to a large-eyed woman who seemed to be staring at Clarice from behind a screen. Her smile looked cheerful and pleasant, and there was a small hollow near the edge of her lips. "And Summer McAuley, 27, his girlfriend. She's a fairly well-known children's book author. She often holds autograph events at elementary schools and orphanages. I believe they've been having an affair since Jane Sullivan was alive.
"I'm still investigating whether anyone else might be involved, but so far it's just the two of them." Hunter pulled his tablet back, while Clarice swiveled her chair around to face him.
"Is it possible they did it alone?"
"My guess is that there's someone else. There's no way someone like them would just get their hands dirty. Moreover, both of them really seem to be trying hard to maintain their respective reputations. Shawn to be the heir, while Summer for popularity."
Clarice nodded. "You're right. Our duty is to find out who that person is." Clarice turned her chair back to face the table as before. "You can step out now."
The man with black hair nodded, took two steps back, and then turned to leave Clarice's office. After the sound of the door closing, the woman let out a frustrated sigh.
"What exactly happened to you, Jane?"
Clarice had no idea. The Jane she knew would usually have nothing to do with wealthy people. The Jane she knew would try very hard to live a peaceful life and throw away any notion that could ruin that peace. The Jane she knew .... Wait, does she really know Jane that well?
Before her marriage to Shawn Sullivan, her name was Jane Miller. Back then, she was one of the bright teenagers who received a scholarship from the foundation headed by Clarice's father, Dane Wright. Jane served the foundation with the knowledge she gained during her education. In fact, Dane Wright made her a teacher and older sister to Clarice.
From there, Clarice and Jane had a very close relationship. Moreover, when Clarice's parents divorced when she was only fourteen years old, Jane was the only person she could rely on. Clarice had come to consider her an older sister, a teacher, and a parent. She was the only person who really cared about her when Clarice's mother and father were living separate lives.
However, after making sure Clarice was an adult who could take care of herself—and had even started her own business—Jane let go of that responsibility, just as Clarice wanted to fly free to pursue her passions. Jane also disassociated herself from the Wright family. She wanted to live a quiet and simple life without anyone knowing her background. Jane wanted people to approach her purely because she was Jane Miller, not as the adopted daughter of the tycoon Dane Wright.
Even at Jane and Shawn's wedding three years ago, Clarice came "unseen". She just sat and pretended to be Jane's friend, equally unwilling to expose herself and respectful of Jane's decisions. She didn't even realize that Jane's husband was part of the LS Group, as their wedding ceremony was simple and traditional. However, after the party, the two of them meet and express their longing for each other. They talk about a lot of things; about work, about how busy things have been lately, about whether Clarice has found a partner and why she's not interested, and more. Most of them were memories of their past that were slowly peeled away and were so much fun.
But now those things are out of the way for Clarice. She had lost Jane in her life: her sister, her best friend, her teacher, her parent. Clarice had lost it all. For eternity.
"Señorita, your dad is calling," Hunter said two years ago, looking hurried. It was his first year as executive assistant to Clarice.
"Dad?" Clarice asked sanctionedly, but took Hunter's cell phone anyway. She pressed it to her left ear, still wondering what he was going to say. "Hello?"
"Clarice, I'm sorry I have to say this …." There was a nervous gasp from the other side, making her only daughter fidget and grow impatient.
"What's wrong?" Unexpectedly, her voice sounded a little snappy.
"Be brave … Jane is gone."
There was a moment of silence. Clarice was unable to think. Every nerve in her body seemed unable to work.
"Cla—"
"Dad, are you lying to me?"
"Clarice, please …."
"How …?" Clarice's voice caught in her throat. "How?"
"Calm down and go home. We'll talk here."
Clarice lost her balance and almost fell backwards after the phone line was disconnected. Luckily, Hunter quickly grabbed her. "Are you okay, Señorita?" The man quickly fetched some water after sitting Clarice down on the sofa. He knelt down in front of her. "Please, have a drink first."
Clarice took a sip of water to wet her suddenly parched throat. This was all the more agonizing because Clarice couldn't cry out, couldn't release the rage in her chest.
"Is there a problem, Señorita?" Hunter asked reverently. "Is there anything you need?"
Clarice didn't answer right away. She tightened her ivory white blazer, then rose to her feet and reached for her bag and coat.
"Cancel all my meetings for the next three days and reschedule if they still want to meet. Find the fastest flight to LA and get ready. We'll be there today."
Without question, Hunter immediately carried out the order. He also hurriedly followed Clarice behind. The bystanders saluted Clarice, but she had no time to respond. They also saw the look of anxiety on Clarice's face.
Jane, I hope this is all a lie and a plot by Dad to get me to come home.
***
GOSH, I'm finally writing a new book again! Revenge in Red is the second book in the Revenge Series with very different characters. If you read the first book (Revenge in Silk), it mentions that River Lynch went to Spain for business. Well, Clarice is that business partner! And maybe you didn't realize that Hunter visited River's house one morning, did you?
Of course, "Revenge in Silk" and "Revenge in Red" can each be read stand-alone or out of order, but I would still recommend you to read them in order because it will be more enjoyable XD
That's all! Happy reading!
020424, Anne Joyce
"Hunter, come in."Just two seconds after Clarice gave the order over the phone on her desk, the door to her room opened. From it emerged a 188-centimeter-tall man carrying a tablet."Yes, Señorita." The turquoise-eyed man stood at full height in front of his boss's desk."The expansion project to the USA ... where were the location options discussed during the meeting?""New York, Nebraska, and California. Some of those present at the meeting mostly recommended Nebraska because of The Fraiye Club. "California?" She seemed interested in the word, not the argument in the assistant's last sentence. A small smile appeared on her face. "Where exactly?""LA, Señorita."Clarice's small smile turned into a wide grin. "Take that.""Los Angeles?" Hunter asked for confirmation. "But, the property taxes in the city where we'll be are quite high.""How much?""1.92 percent."Clarice wiggled the pen between her middle and index fingers. The movement then stopped. She grasped the silver pen and p
A man behind the bar greeted Clarice with a big smile. "Bad day?" he guessed as Clarice sat down on one of the high stools."Not really," Clarice replied calmly, lying slightly. She took a quick look at the dozens of alcoholic beverages that lined the shelves behind the man's back. "Give me a Charro Atõmico. I'll go inside." One smooth movement and the woman was out of the chair."Just one?" the man asked, preventing Clarice from moving. Clarice asked with a look, which the man returned with a glance toward the entrance.Clarice let out a weak breath. Without even turning around, she knew what the bartender was trying to show her. "Come in, Hunter."The sound of footsteps began, then stopped when Clarice turned her head. The man had added a brown coat to the suit he had been wearing since morning. "Excuse me, Señorita."Clarice turned to the bartender. "Two." Then to Hunter again. "Come on. I could use your opinion."The woman walked further inside, opened the polished wooden door and
"Miss Wright, what is the reason you prefer to expand our company to California instead of Nebraska? In fact, Nebraska has a famous club, The Veren Club," asked Mr. Moya, the chairman of the board. His face was stoic, lacking any discernible emotions. Mr. Moya looks like his office tastes: old and antique. He spoke softly, his voice deep and full of command.Clarice smiled at the old man. She was dressed in a tight black business suit. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands of hair was on her cheeks. "We would love to start a branch company in Nebraska, but as you all know, The Veren Club is a bit more difficult to be successful." She paused and continued, "But in California, we can make it very easy for young people who want to play golf."Clarice gave the board an image of young people who could play golf in California, a major demographic group who are not really interested in golf. She continued, "Let's imagine a scene where we have a major high-end golf shop. We can attract
Upon their arrival in Los Angeles, Clarice was greeted by the warm California sun. The sprawling cityscape stretched out before her, a bustling metropolis that seemed worlds away from the cobblestone streets of Barcelona. She exited the airport and made her way to a sleek black SUV waiting for her.Clarice breathed in the salty sea air as a man in a black shirt loaded their luggage into the trunk. Her jaw clenched with determination, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a sharpness that made her heart race."Are you ready for this?" Hunter asked. He walked over to Clarice after getting the car keys from the man in the black shirt.She nodded, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. “I didn't know that I was missing my hometown.”Hunter gave a smile before opening the passenger door, signaling Clarice to get in the car and head to their next destination.This was it, the beginning of her mission in this new city, a mission fueled by a desire for revenge and justice.
Clarice frowned, silently scanning his appearance; probably close to 40 years old, shaved-headed, as tall as Hunter but with a heavier build, a classic suit that concealed a communication device wired to his ear. She made a gesture beside her body, restraining Hunter who was about to act.“What does Mr. Wright seem to be doing?” she teased, tilting her head to the side."I'm afraid I can't tell you, Miss. Besides, please show me your identity," the man replied coolly, his gaze unwavering as he assessed Clarice and Hunter. His eyes held a steely glint that made it clear he was not one to be trifled with.Clarice couldn't help but chuckle, but before she could retort, a familiar shadow eclipsed the new guard. "Miss Wright doesn't need to show anything," his voice was calm, yet carried an edge that brokered no argument. His presence instantly made the new bodyguard shrink, his stature demanding respect yet softened by years of shared history.The new bodyguard stepped aside, an unspoken
“If all my aims have been achieved, Dad, I promise that I will be willing to continue your company, as you have always wanted.”That was the promise Clarice had made a few days ago to persuade her father to give her what she wanted. Clarice stood in the dimly lit office of her father's company, the weight of her promise heavy on her shoulders. The air was thick with tension as she waited for her father's response, his gaze cold and calculating.After what felt like an eternity, her father exhaled a long breath with his face slackened, finally spoke, “Just promise me that you won't get hurt.”After her parents' divorce and after Clarice's big decision not to choose between them, the two of them have been waging a cold war, secretly fighting for Clarice to be on their side. Clarice's choice to also leave Dane after her mother left was, Clarice herself admitted, a selfish and inconsiderate move. Yet, somehow it still felt like the right decision.After the divorce, Dane's only heir was C
That morning, Clarice stood in front of the large mirror in her hotel room, looking at herself thoughtfully, assessing her elegant reflection ready for the big event. The navy blue silk dress she had chosen looked just right on her, exuding a sense of grace and authoritativeness. Nervousness and excitement mixed together, bringing out the tense moments leading up to the important event. However, despite the calm look on her face, in her heart, she felt a surge of emotion that she could hardly contain.There was a soft knock on the door to her room, and from the way she knocked, she knew immediately who was behind the door.“Come in, Hunter,” Clarice said, her voice soft, but commanding.With his always alluring appearance, he wore a simple black suit that made him look even more attractive. The man stepped inside with his sturdy posture and calm stride. But when his gaze fell on Clarice who stood with her back to him, the tension in him instantly built.Clarice felt Hunter's presence
"But was he yours if he wanted me so bad?" ~Melanie Martinez***Gasps of admiration and small cheers went up in the air when the bride finally made her appearance. She walked alone, following two girls who sprinkled flowers along the carpet that led her to the altar. Her smile was not very wide, but it was light and cheerful. Some of her hair and veil fluttered gently in the refreshing sea breeze.The wedding dress was pure white with an off-shoulder type neckline, showing off an elegant diamond necklace of the same color that cost more than her three months' income. Her upper arms were clad in puff sleeves, while her right wrist was encircled with a simple piece of jewelry that looked even more extraordinary. Her preferred bodice was a V waistline bassque that fell just below the bust line. A great choice for creating the illusion of a beautifully curved figure. Then, at the bottom, the organza skirt swept the floor in such a beautiful way.The groom waited faithfully in front of th
That morning, Clarice stood in front of the large mirror in her hotel room, looking at herself thoughtfully, assessing her elegant reflection ready for the big event. The navy blue silk dress she had chosen looked just right on her, exuding a sense of grace and authoritativeness. Nervousness and excitement mixed together, bringing out the tense moments leading up to the important event. However, despite the calm look on her face, in her heart, she felt a surge of emotion that she could hardly contain.There was a soft knock on the door to her room, and from the way she knocked, she knew immediately who was behind the door.“Come in, Hunter,” Clarice said, her voice soft, but commanding.With his always alluring appearance, he wore a simple black suit that made him look even more attractive. The man stepped inside with his sturdy posture and calm stride. But when his gaze fell on Clarice who stood with her back to him, the tension in him instantly built.Clarice felt Hunter's presence
“If all my aims have been achieved, Dad, I promise that I will be willing to continue your company, as you have always wanted.”That was the promise Clarice had made a few days ago to persuade her father to give her what she wanted. Clarice stood in the dimly lit office of her father's company, the weight of her promise heavy on her shoulders. The air was thick with tension as she waited for her father's response, his gaze cold and calculating.After what felt like an eternity, her father exhaled a long breath with his face slackened, finally spoke, “Just promise me that you won't get hurt.”After her parents' divorce and after Clarice's big decision not to choose between them, the two of them have been waging a cold war, secretly fighting for Clarice to be on their side. Clarice's choice to also leave Dane after her mother left was, Clarice herself admitted, a selfish and inconsiderate move. Yet, somehow it still felt like the right decision.After the divorce, Dane's only heir was C
Clarice frowned, silently scanning his appearance; probably close to 40 years old, shaved-headed, as tall as Hunter but with a heavier build, a classic suit that concealed a communication device wired to his ear. She made a gesture beside her body, restraining Hunter who was about to act.“What does Mr. Wright seem to be doing?” she teased, tilting her head to the side."I'm afraid I can't tell you, Miss. Besides, please show me your identity," the man replied coolly, his gaze unwavering as he assessed Clarice and Hunter. His eyes held a steely glint that made it clear he was not one to be trifled with.Clarice couldn't help but chuckle, but before she could retort, a familiar shadow eclipsed the new guard. "Miss Wright doesn't need to show anything," his voice was calm, yet carried an edge that brokered no argument. His presence instantly made the new bodyguard shrink, his stature demanding respect yet softened by years of shared history.The new bodyguard stepped aside, an unspoken
Upon their arrival in Los Angeles, Clarice was greeted by the warm California sun. The sprawling cityscape stretched out before her, a bustling metropolis that seemed worlds away from the cobblestone streets of Barcelona. She exited the airport and made her way to a sleek black SUV waiting for her.Clarice breathed in the salty sea air as a man in a black shirt loaded their luggage into the trunk. Her jaw clenched with determination, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a sharpness that made her heart race."Are you ready for this?" Hunter asked. He walked over to Clarice after getting the car keys from the man in the black shirt.She nodded, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. “I didn't know that I was missing my hometown.”Hunter gave a smile before opening the passenger door, signaling Clarice to get in the car and head to their next destination.This was it, the beginning of her mission in this new city, a mission fueled by a desire for revenge and justice.
"Miss Wright, what is the reason you prefer to expand our company to California instead of Nebraska? In fact, Nebraska has a famous club, The Veren Club," asked Mr. Moya, the chairman of the board. His face was stoic, lacking any discernible emotions. Mr. Moya looks like his office tastes: old and antique. He spoke softly, his voice deep and full of command.Clarice smiled at the old man. She was dressed in a tight black business suit. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands of hair was on her cheeks. "We would love to start a branch company in Nebraska, but as you all know, The Veren Club is a bit more difficult to be successful." She paused and continued, "But in California, we can make it very easy for young people who want to play golf."Clarice gave the board an image of young people who could play golf in California, a major demographic group who are not really interested in golf. She continued, "Let's imagine a scene where we have a major high-end golf shop. We can attract
A man behind the bar greeted Clarice with a big smile. "Bad day?" he guessed as Clarice sat down on one of the high stools."Not really," Clarice replied calmly, lying slightly. She took a quick look at the dozens of alcoholic beverages that lined the shelves behind the man's back. "Give me a Charro Atõmico. I'll go inside." One smooth movement and the woman was out of the chair."Just one?" the man asked, preventing Clarice from moving. Clarice asked with a look, which the man returned with a glance toward the entrance.Clarice let out a weak breath. Without even turning around, she knew what the bartender was trying to show her. "Come in, Hunter."The sound of footsteps began, then stopped when Clarice turned her head. The man had added a brown coat to the suit he had been wearing since morning. "Excuse me, Señorita."Clarice turned to the bartender. "Two." Then to Hunter again. "Come on. I could use your opinion."The woman walked further inside, opened the polished wooden door and
"Hunter, come in."Just two seconds after Clarice gave the order over the phone on her desk, the door to her room opened. From it emerged a 188-centimeter-tall man carrying a tablet."Yes, Señorita." The turquoise-eyed man stood at full height in front of his boss's desk."The expansion project to the USA ... where were the location options discussed during the meeting?""New York, Nebraska, and California. Some of those present at the meeting mostly recommended Nebraska because of The Fraiye Club. "California?" She seemed interested in the word, not the argument in the assistant's last sentence. A small smile appeared on her face. "Where exactly?""LA, Señorita."Clarice's small smile turned into a wide grin. "Take that.""Los Angeles?" Hunter asked for confirmation. "But, the property taxes in the city where we'll be are quite high.""How much?""1.92 percent."Clarice wiggled the pen between her middle and index fingers. The movement then stopped. She grasped the silver pen and p
Sixty-seven days before the wedding"Such an asshole!"A woman crumpled a piece of paper in her hand. Her knuckles turned white from the tightness of her fist. She stared intently at the other papers lined up on the desk."How on earth can all this not be revealed?" "He's very wealthy." A man replied in a black suit who stood towering over her. They were separated by a desk. "And quite powerful.""Motherfucker!" cursed the woman again as she pounded on the table. "Money, huh? Let's see how much money he has.""A lot, Señorita," he said. He was trying to warn his boss not to underestimate the wealth and power of the man who from now on was her mortal enemy. The woman named Clarice Wright growled in annoyance. Her gray eyes glared at the assistant. "Are you trying to say that my money is outnumbered by his?""He's one of LS Group's main heirs," he replied, implicitly acknowledging Clarice's question about being outnumbered."LS Group?" Clarice thought for a moment, Hunter nodded. "LS.
"But was he yours if he wanted me so bad?" ~Melanie Martinez***Gasps of admiration and small cheers went up in the air when the bride finally made her appearance. She walked alone, following two girls who sprinkled flowers along the carpet that led her to the altar. Her smile was not very wide, but it was light and cheerful. Some of her hair and veil fluttered gently in the refreshing sea breeze.The wedding dress was pure white with an off-shoulder type neckline, showing off an elegant diamond necklace of the same color that cost more than her three months' income. Her upper arms were clad in puff sleeves, while her right wrist was encircled with a simple piece of jewelry that looked even more extraordinary. Her preferred bodice was a V waistline bassque that fell just below the bust line. A great choice for creating the illusion of a beautifully curved figure. Then, at the bottom, the organza skirt swept the floor in such a beautiful way.The groom waited faithfully in front of th