Clara's POVThe next morning, I woke up with no memory of when we had drifted off the night before. Last night was amazing, times flew by without me even noticing. After dinner, we just chatted about anything and after that, Keith suggested we took a stroll around the villa's garden, and I couldn't say no to that. I'm not gonna pass up the chance to explore this lovely little spot.After taking a moment to scan the room and collect my thoughts, I finally pushed myself up. We spent the night in a room that had a direct view of the pool. When I woke up earlier, the room was already empty; Keith, who was supposed to be sleeping next to me, was gone.I opened the window and saw some housekeeper tidying up the garden. But when I look around the garden trying to find him, he's nowhere to be seen. He might have been in the kitchen or the living room right now. Before heading downstairs, I decided to head to the bathroom for a quick refreshing shower.I headed down the stairs as soon as I hea
Clara's POVFor a moment I remained rooted to my spot, a sense of disappointment gradually settling in my heart. Why didn't Keith let me know what matters he had to solve that made him leave like that? I get that it was urgent and he was in a rush, but the way he acted made me feel pretty insignificant.I quickly shook my head 'Cut it out, Clara. What makes you think that way? It's not a big deal, you need to get it.' A voice whispered in my mind. So even though it's hard, I dismissed that thought. The voice was right, I don't want to make a fuss over something so insignificant."Mrs. Morgan-" A voice called out from behind me. I jumped in shock and quickly turned around. A middle-aged woman stood there, her expression shifting to guilt as she looked at me and immediately spoke up. "My apologies, I didn't intend to surprise you. I just want to make sure are you done with your breakfast. Because I’d like to clean them up.""Uh, yes. You may clean them up. Thank you." I answered.The w
Clara's POVIris Morgan fixed her gaze on me, her expression suggesting I had completely lost my mind. For a fleeting moment, she remained silent, her lips barely twitching, a subtle sign that my words resonated within her."No! There's no way you're going to be" She trailed off."I didn't want to bring this up at such a moment honestly, I was hoping Keith would share it with you himself. I really want to clear up this misunderstanding."She continued to shake her head. She just smiled as if what I said was nothing but a joke."No! There's no way my son will propose and make you his wife." She said with full confidence.But I stayed unswayed. I trust Keith and the commitment that he showed one of which was by proposing to me, giving a clear status to our relationship. That's all I need. What others say just doesn't matter to me anymore."I'm his mom, and I know him better than anyone else, even you! And I know who the women he's loved are, and you aren't one of them!" She insisted.F
Clara's POVToday I headed to the restaurant after dropping Layla off at school even though my mood was putting up a bit of a fight. I was feeling down and just wanted to stay home, avoiding everyone. But there are responsibilities I need to take care of.The hours passed, and at least the business of work made me forget a little about the things that had been bothering my mind since yesterday.Sharon's final words just before I departed from Keith's villa. Whenever I think about it, it never fails to send shivers down my spine. How could I possibly be unaware of such a tragedy? Also, why is Keith keeping it from me? But every time my curiosity sparks, another reason comes up. Perhaps he's just trying to keep it under wraps and doesn't want to talk about it anymore. That incident must have really turned his life upside down.I tried to understand. But this curiosity is slowly killing me.As the door to my room swung open, I jumped in shock. But soon I let out a sigh of relief when
Clara's POVI felt my heart quicken as I approached Keith's apartment’s door. I just wanted him to provide an answer and some clarification. If I asked politely, I’m sure he’d be willing to share it with me. Yes, I know Keith wasn't trying to hide anything maliciously. Perhaps he was just biding his time until he felt ready to share with me.I pulled out my phone to call him, but he didn't pick up. It was six PM, and he should have been home from work by now.Keith always mentioned that if I arrived and he wasn't around, he wanted me to hang out inside. He also handed me his spare key, allowing me to get into this place whenever I wanted.I guess I could just head in first and wait for him inside like he suggested. I unlocked his flat and gently pushed the door open. A haunting silence welcomed me, but something felt a bit strange. The light was switched on. And I noticed a flickering reflection on the wall in the TV room; it felt like there was someone present in there. I swallowed,
Clara's POV"Please, didn't you come here to get an explanation from me? So, how are you planning to get it if you're just going to walk away like this?" Keith asked, his hand still holding mine. "And how can I let you leave with that anxiety still weighing on your heart, Clara? While I'm pretty sure you wouldn't open your flat door if I decided to follow you."I stayed quiet, not really thinking he would hold me when he was clearly enjoying himself with Selena, his childhood friend. But the fact that he was willing and promised to explain yesterday earned my respect. Keith led me to the TV room, he invited me to sit for a while but I refused."Keith-" Selena called out to him once more, but she quickly fell quiet when he lifted his hand, gesturing for her to hold on. Selena's face fell, but she complied and kept quiet.That was the third time she attempted to catch his attention, in her previous attempt Keith simply brushed her off. She’s probably wondering about my relationship wit
Clara's POV"I don’t understand why she chose to give them my number as the first point of contact. I think I'm the only one she can trust since her family isn't around.” He clarified. “Selena struggles with trauma and trust when it comes to new people after she faced multiple attempted murders in the past."I found myself nodding, signaling Keith to continue."Yesterday, I was focused on getting to the hospital quickly because I didn't want her to get hurt especially when she came all this way to see me. That's it, Clara. Her family always trusts me to protect her so If anything happens to her I'll live in guilt"Given their long-standing acquaintance and the fact that Selena's parents are business partners with Keith's parents, their relationship is quite close. After hearing that explanation, my doubts gradually faded away. Slowly replaced by a sense of understanding.“What was her condition like when you got there?” I asked. “Luckily, she’s okay. She has only some minor injuries
Clara's POVI looked up to meet her eyes and shook my head. That's when a sly smile appeared on Selena's lips."Keith said that he couldn't live without me. He was so worried that he couldn't think straight when he thought he might lose me."I paused my chewing. I took my time with my food and set my sandwich aside. Out of nowhere, I feel my appetite is gone. I'm aware of it; I understand how precious she is to him and how much guilt Keith would feel if anything happened to Selena.“Yes, Selena. I can see it all from when Keith received the call from the hospital informing him that you had an accident. Who wouldn't feel concerned when you got a call telling you your friend is getting hit by a car?" I offered her a reassuring smile, "We're really glad to see you're alright now."Selena's smirk disappeared. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. Then they took a seat in one of the empty chairs directly in front of me. Selena looked at my fa
Clara's POVI locked my eyes on James, watching his expression shift from panic to a pale, speechless state.I overheard their conversation, and he asserted that Keith was the one responsible for my daughter's disappearance. Part of me wished I had just misheard it, that James was just making things up. Of all people, why Keith? Why him?"Clara I-" James gulped. He looks to be deeply troubled by uncertainty about what to say. Diana nibbled on her nails, her eyes flitted back and forth between me and James.“You said you would fly to Paris to bring my daughter back since Keith is the one responsible for this? You want to go there by yourself, without me." I said what I had heard about his earlier conversation with Diana.An intense surge of anger hit me. I’m the mother of Layla. I won't just sit back and let James take care of this on his own. "I'll give you both some space to discuss this," Diana said, and then she turned around and walked away, leaving us by ourselves."Can we head
James' POV"Zoe left on the same day Mr. Keith departed the city, sir." Dain gives his report. "What?" I blurted it out, could barely wrap my head around the fact that Zoe was gone as well. For a moment, I could only remain quiet. I didn't need any more proof to see that they were working together. Keith is taking Layla out of the city, and Zoe is involved. I hold my phone so firmly. I had never thought that my brother could do something like this. Since the first moment I first saw Keith and Layla, I felt that he genuinely cared for her. I never thought that he would stoop so low and take a step like this."It happened right after the last time when she crossed paths with Mrs. Clara at the restaurant," Dain said.I didn't respond. I came to understand that Zoe's actions were influenced by more than just her last encounter with Clara at the restaurant. I recall our final argument on the day of our divorce when she mentioned that she thought Clara and Layla were the reasons for our
Clara's POVI’ve never felt anything like this before. When my body feels like it doesn't truly belong to me. As I opened my eyes, I could see everything, yet felt completely drained. Suddenly, I felt a hand on me and turned to see Diana smiling next to the bed.My IV pole was next to her. I realize that I ended up in the hospital. “Hey, just stay put for a moment. The doctor advised you to stay on your bed." She mentioned. "Water," I murmured faintly.Luckily, Diana got what I was saying and quickly went to the table to fill a glass with water. She returned and passed me the glass. She also assisted me in getting into a comfortable position to avoid choking while drinking.I finished the water in an instant. Diana took the empty glass from me and put it back on the table."How are you feeling?" She asked.I paused for a moment. My body feels ache with pain. But it’s nothing like when I think back to why I came here in the first place. "Where's Layla? She should be here by now."
James' POVI gazed at the monitor next to Clara's bed and her peacefully closed eyes in turn. I wish for a miracle that would make her wake up. It’s been a day and night since Clara passed out, and I can’t help but worry about when she’ll wake up. Our daughter is still missing, and I don't think I will be able to keep my sanity if something bad happens to Clara too.I pressed my face into my palm, while my other hand clutched Clara's delicate hand firmly. I wish I could pass my strength on to her. 'Clara, you might never forgive me, but please open your eyes.' Suddenly a voice called out from behind me. "Excuse me, I'm going to do a routine check-up, sir." I looked back and saw a nurse standing.With a slow motion, I released Clara's hand and then rose to my feet, giving some space for the nurse to check on Clara. I looked over at the door just as Diana came in, I made my way over to her.She stared at Clara who was lying unconscious and then back at me."She hasn't slept or eaten
Clara's POV"Please you have to take a rest too"I quickly got up from the sofa; what Diana just said was hardly audible to me. How could she possibly tell me to calm down in a moment like this when my daughter was just missing? Layla has gone. My daughter is no longer here!I attempted to reach out to the police number where we filed the report once more. However, there's been no answer. I held back my frustration and attempted to call once more. Yet, the outcome remained unchanged.“They’re not helpful. They ought to have wrapped up the investigation!" We submitted the report yesterday afternoon, so they should have reached out to me with the results by now. I still haven't received the results at all.A fear that I had been most afraid of gradually started to drown me. I realized that reporting on someone as powerful as James would be a challenging task, to say the least. And deep down, I realized that my efforts were going to be pointless.Suddenly what Lily once said to me came
James' POVWhen I got to Clara's place, Diana and her boyfriend were already present. She was attempting to soothe Clara, who had burst into tears while her boyfriend was talking to someone on his phone. I heard him mentioning a CCTV recording or something like that.Seeing Clara crying like this broke my heart. Hearing from her that Layla didn't make it to Diana's place threw me off. I went up to her even though deep down I knew she would turn me down. I was right because as soon as she spotted me, Clara stood up straight, her eyes burning with fury."Get out of here!" She threw her hand to push me back. Although I haven't said anything at all. “Please. I need to find out what happened too. I'm confused by all of this." I made an effort to negotiate.In our earlier phone conversation, Clara mentioned that Layla didn't arrive at Diana's place. She claimed I took Layla somewhere else, but that's not true. I really took my daughter to Diana's apartment, the address Clara sent me. I fo
Diana's POVA little while ago."Are we ready to go?" Kevin, my boyfriend, asked me. He’s been here for three hours now, helping me get everything ready for today’s fun activity. Today, we're heading out with Layla for a picnic date. And I'm so excited.I’m so excited just thinking about it. We're just waiting on one more thing now—Layla still hasn't shown up. Mrs. Clara mentioned she would be dropped off around 9. "Hold on, Layla still isn't here." "Seriously? It's odd. Have you thought about giving her mom a call?" Kevin made a suggestion.I glanced at my watch which time was showing one in the afternoon. "Wait, you're right."I looked up Mrs. Clara's number on my contact and called it, but an automated response came on, it's clear that her cellphone was off. I gave it another shot, but the outcome was still the same."No answer?" Kevin asked."Looks like she's tied up right now. She has a ton of orders today, so she probably won't have a chance to check her phone. Or maybe, she
James' POVI got home from work right as night fell, but surprisingly, I didn't feel as worn out as I normally do. Today, Clara is letting me have some time with my daughter. Even though it's only a car ride of less than 30 minutes, it means a lot to me.I can't shake the feeling that Layla isn't afraid of me like I worry she might be. It gave me a sense of relief. I found myself reaching for Dain's number and dialing it without even thinking. This excitement has me restless; I can't sit still without needing to do something.“Good night, Sir. How's your plan coming along? Is everything alright?" Dain asked. He's the one person I share this with. "Yes. There's just one thing. Clara turned me down when I invited her to lunch and suggested I could pick her up. But she trusts me enough to drive Layla to Diana's place, which is pretty great, right?"Shit. I come off as silly when I'm craving validation this much."Yes yes. That's very great.""Just be honest with me, Dain! I didn't pa
Clara's POVOnce I finished helping Layla to get ready, we headed to the down floor, and to my surprise, James was waiting for us. He's leaned back against his Bentley, hands tucked into his pockets. I paused for a moment. All of a sudden, I was hit with a wave of doubt. Am I seriously going to let my daughter spend the day with this man?"Uncle James," Layla ran straight towards him before I could say anything, catching me off guard. I noticed I wasn't the only one taken aback; James' eyes widened for a brief moment before he quickly masked his surprise with a neutral expression. It's quite weird to see him struggle to control his face in front of someone."H-hey," James even stuttered.Letting out a sigh, I walked over to them."My mommy said you're taking me to Auntie Diana's house today," Layla said with a smile. "Yes! Did she say that to you?" James seems a little taken aback. He looked at me, his face lit up with a joy I had never witnessed before. “Yes, she did!”"That's gr