Clara's POV"No..." the words slipped out before I could stop them.I wasn't denied that the necklace didn't belong to Iris' Morgan, but the fact that it slipped from my clutch felt like an unseen force had struck me. How come?Mrs. Iris's words, along with my own, drew everyone's attention directly to me."Yes, it is! This is the necklace my husband gifted me." She exclaimed hysterically.Zoe immediately handed it to her carefully. "You thief! You steal it from Mrs. Iris, didn't you?" Zoe's face once filled with sympathy, instantly shifted to disgust and anger as she point her finger at my face."Oh for God's sake, but how is this possible? How did Mrs. Morgan's necklace end up in Clara's bag if she didn't steal it? Clara, how do you explain this to all of us?"Her question, which I had no idea how to answer, hung in the air as everyone waited, their impatience palpable, making the weight of the moment feel almost unbearable. Everyone anticipates a response from me, whether it's a d
5 years later.Clara’s POV"Mommy, can we head to the park and grab some ice cream this afternoon?" My daughter asked as I arranged her hair and the tiny red ribbon on her uniform collar.It was a sunny morning and she was about to start her first day at kindergarten.Her radiant smile complements the clear blue sky. My daughter Layla has soft auburn hair that mirrors my own and striking deep blue eyes reminiscent of a man who was once the love of my life.She brings warmth and brightness to my life, dispelling the shadows and storms that have surrounded me for the last five years."Sure sweetie, we can get ice cream as much as you'd like," I said with a smile."Yeay. Can we invite Uncle Keith to join us too?""Yes, but Mommy isn't sure he can join us since he's typically busy on Mondays like this." Though Keith would drop everything at the mere suggestion of Layla asking him out, even if it was just to hang out in the park. His habits made me somewhat hesitant; I didn't want to inco
Clara's POVThat means reporters are likely to show up since they’re interested in interviewing the owner of this restaurant. Which is me.The crowd would be overwhelming, and just the idea of it feels suffocating."Hey, what's wrong? Do you not like it? If you don't want to be interviewed I'll arrange so there would be no coverage at all." Keith said, he must have seen the shift in my expression.I shook my head.I hoped to meet their expectations. I would present my best self; however, the idea of being the center of people's attention stirred an uneasy sensation within me.But I convinced myself that I didn't need to be afraid. They were not present to pass judgment or lay blame on me. I had no concerns at all."No need, I can handle it."Keith smiled at my answer "Good. This is Clara I know."Once Keith left, I returned to the kitchen to assist my staff in preparing the orders as today’s customers began to show up. I had just finished washing my hands at the sink and was reaching
Clara's POV"Ma'am, are you alright?" Diana asked, touching my shoulder.I was snapped back into reality. I shook my head, dismissing all the questions swirling in my mind. "Yeah, I was just daydreaming.""Are you afraid that what happened yesterday will happen again? That Mr. Morgan going to be angry again?" She asked.After that incident, I had to warn Keith that if he did anything like that again, I wouldn't let him see me or Layla anymore. I think it's effective cause he grew more and more composed."I've talked to him. Keith promised it won't happen again.""Confusing isn't it? Sometimes men are more complicated than us women." Diana murmured, and I realized I was completely engaged in hearing her next words. "Sometimes rather than acknowledging their jealousy, they create a dramatic situation that will only prolong the problems."I turned to her and said. "But there's no way Keith is jealous, Diana. He's just worried that Lucas is not a good person and could potentially hurt me
James' POV"James I’ll probably be home late today. I’d like to spend some time with Linda since it’s been a while since we last caught up, I hope you're okay with that. See you for dinner later my love." Said my wife, Zoe, through the phone."See you later," I responded before ending the call.She reunited with her old friend after more than five years apart. I was done meeting with a client and was on my way back to my apartment when the vibrant scenery outside drew me in. I was here in New York for business matters and some vacation. It's been quite a while since my last visit, and I might swing by the Morgan Corp office, the one managed by my brother Keith."The weather is quite nice today, sir. Are you sure you want to head back to the flat so soon?" Dain asked.I gazed at the azure sky. I typically don't have the time to notice if the weather is nice or not daily, as most of my activities are confined within the walls of my office. Five-year marriage with Zoe Sinclair and she a
Clara's POV"Mommy do I look like a princess?" my daughter Layla asked, she wore a short light blue dress that matched my dress.We wore matching colors tonight and I'm relieved that she likes it. "Do I look pretty?""Yes, you are, sweetie. But remember that true beauty comes from here," I said, crouching down to meet your gaze, my hand resting over the place where the heart is. "Can you give Mommy a smile tonight?"She grinned widely instantly warming my heart. I led Layla out of the room where Keith was waiting.He smiled upon seeing us, and Layla instantly released my hand to throw herself into his hug. "Uncle!""Hi, sweetie." Keith lifted her with ease. My daughter eagerly displayed her hair, styled in a way I had arranged. "Woah. Did your mum do your hair?"Layla acknowledged with a nod. "Isn't she amazing? Her hands have the magic to transform anything into something extraordinary. I sometimes wonder is there something she can't do?" He enquired, casting a look that ignited a fee
James’ POVThe place was minimalist and much simpler than what I imagined when Zoe told me about the hype this restaurant has. The food stalls are neatly arranged and can be spotted on nearly every corner of this city, so what makes this place special?Getting out of the car, I saw the restaurant was bustling with activity, filled with various visitors. There are even children and reporters eager to capture the scene. "The owner offers complimentary meals every Monday morning until noon for children from any orphanage, so they can enjoy as much food as they want." Dain shared what I didn't know as we walked in and observed the diverse customers.We had a table reserved at the back, slightly distanced from the hustle and bustle."Interesting. I think that's what made this place famous so quickly. Who's the owner?" Whoever it is, she appears completely unfazed by the prospect of loss. Either he or she doesn't plan to achieve the same level of profit as when they first opened this pla
Clara's POV"Clara it's me, James. There's no way you didn’t remember me."James's expression shifted, a flash of anger crossing his face as he processed my response moments ago.I kept my facade intact, ensuring he didn't notice the emotional chaos swirling within me right now.James was right about that one. How could I forget him when the memories of him have been a part of my life for the past five years? How could I possibly forget the man who was both my love and my greatest heartbreak?He took my hand when I stayed silent and asked "Where have you been all this time after disappearing with no trace like that? You chose to walk away from me."A bitter feeling washed over me; didn't he say he never wanted to see my face ever again? He said it directly to me five years ago during that night at the villa.So why is he behaving as if he prefers to have me in his life now?But I intend to leave everything about him behind, and I will not give him the satisfaction he has finding me aga
James' POVThe night to have dinner with Clara has finally arrived. I spent three hours getting ready, feeling pretty anxious, searching for the right word to persuade Clara to go along with this trip. This would be a good chance for me to connect with my daughter and learn more about her. And a chance to resolve what happened between Clara and me. No, I didn't expect her to just forgive me so easily. I just expected her to be more open to me.'Good luck trying to win her heart.' Keith's words rushed into my thoughts, and once more, I felt disheartened. I grabbed my phone and chose to call Dain. He accepted it a moment later. "How's it going, sir? How's everything going?""I haven't even gone yet. Do you think she’s going to give me this chance or not?" I hate sounding like a downer.But I really need to hear from Dain because he was the one who noticed Clara's reaction when she got the invitation to her apartment yesterday. Clara gave her agreement the very same day. She texted m
Clara's POVWe headed to the airport this morning around eight and got there about thirty minutes later. I ensured we arrived on time so Lily wouldn't have to wait. Yeah, my cousin is alive here in NYC today. Lily mentioned it to me in our call just yesterday, saying she planned to surprise me."Clara!"I glanced over at the voice, spotting Lily rushing toward me. With a smile, I hurried over to her, and we embraced tightly. Lily wrapped her arms around me so tightly that I could feel my ribs nearly being crushed."Hey take it easy Lily! I can't breathe!" I coughed."Sorry. I’m just really excited to be here and see you again!" She exclaimed after we released our embrace. Lily then turned to Layla, who was standing beside me. She bent down to hug her too. “Hey sweetheart, it’s so great to see you again. You've grown so much." Lily asked when they let go of their embrace, "Do you miss me?" "Absolutely Auntie!" Layla exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you to arrive for so long, Aunt
James' POV"Do you think it's good enough? Do you think Layla will like it?" I asked Dain for his thoughts.Fuck. Why is it harder than I expected to find a gift that fits Layla? I think it will be easy. But I've been reconsidering how Clara has managed to provide everything Layla needed, and my daughter is certainly not missing out on anything.So, I need to choose something unique and special.Something that will bring her joy when she receives this gift I gave her. I just wanted to see her smile again, to wipe away the sadness. It was annoying to see her sad, and I just couldn't stand it. "Hmm, I think this might be a little too much, sir. And besides we have to wait a few more years until she can drive the car on her own?" Dain looked at me with a puzzled expression.He glanced at the picture of the pink Mini Cooper on my laptop with a raised eyebrow and said, "I don't think this is a good idea." I nodded and shut the website down. I might just hand over the car to her when she'
Clara's POVNew York CityWe’ve been here for a week now since coming over from Paris. Even after that week, I still can't seem to get back into my work routine. I still feel anxious about leaving Layla alone like I usually do. My day starts with waking up, driving her to school, and then picking her up again when school is done.I just can't trust Dain to drive Layla anymore. James got us a bodyguard, but I said no. I just can't get comfortable with the idea of another stranger being close to my daughter, even if it's someone James trusts.I stepped into the apartment and shut the door behind me. Diana called earlier to say she would swing by after work, so I figured I’d prepare some snacks for her. "Layla you can change your clothes before grabbing a bite to eat. I'll whip up something for us to eat. Auntie Diana will swing by later too.""Okay, mommy." My daughter hurried to her room.In the meantime, I headed to the kitchen. I checked the cupboard and fridge to see what ingred
Clara's POVThe following morning finally arrived. The gentle sunlight poured in through the hotel window. I stretched my body and, getting up, walked over to the window. I drew back the curtain and looked out. The view outside my room instantly woke up my tired eyes.'What a beautiful city.'Of course. I'm in Paris right now. The wide array of buildings featuring beautiful classic architecture, the balconies of the apartments lining the street, and the lively hustle of the street below create a lively atmosphere. I think I have become so accustomed to the rigid vibe of New York that being here truly amazes me.I know I’d have a better time if we were here on vacation instead of trying to rescue my daughter from someone who attempted to kidnap her. With a sigh, I made my way to the bed."It's time to wake up Miss Sleepyhead, we're heading back today. We have to catch that flight."Layla extended her limbs. She let out a yawn for a moment, and when she replied, her voice carried a lin
James' POV"Where is Clara?" I asked Arlo as soon as we got into the hotel. "She's in her room already, sir." I headed straight to Clara's room. I and Clara stayed in the same hotel but in separate rooms for sure. There’s so much I want to say to her right now. But the main thing was that I wanted to check in on her and Layla to make sure they were alright. When the police arrested the car where Layla was kidnapped, I didn't have the opportunity to check on her because I was too focused on Keith and Zoe.I got to Clara's room, but the door was firmly shut. I was just about to knock on the door when a thought crossed my mind—Clara probably didn’t want to be disturbed. Perhaps I should give her some space with her daughter.Following this traumatic event, she must be feeling hurt and deeply affected. Maybe she would like to have some time alone with Layla without any interruptions. I dismissed the urge to see or talk to her and turned and walked to my room, which was across from her
Clara's POV"Mommy?"I quickly grabbed Layla from the car seat and pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me in return. I caught her saying that I could have squeezed her too hard with how tightly I was holding her.But I was scared that if I loosened my arms around her, I might lose her for good."You finally arrived. But why do you have police with you?" Layla whispered gently as I gave some space.A wave of relief washed over me to see her unharmed. I, still caught up in my relief and still cannot believe that we were finally together again, didn’t respond to her. That's when Layla's next words grabbed my attention. "Why is one of them putting cuffs on Uncle Keith?" It was only at that moment that I understood what was going on around me.The police that arrived with us, surrounded the car. I heard a woman scream coming from the car. One of the police is taking Keith' out of the car. His hands are already gathered behind his back and is secured in cuffs.An overwhe
Zoe's POV"Zoe, bring Layla along with you," With that, Keith turned and walked away, heading to the living room. I went after him right away. No. I really don't want to handle this fussy kid all by myself. Since we're in this together, he should be ready to pitch in and share the responsibility. I'm not going to let him walk away so easily. “Keith, hold on! Where are we headed exactly?” I reached out and grabbed his arm. "You didn't tell me anything."It really bothers me that he doesn't include me in the decisions he makes. "We have to leave right now. Arlo mentioned that James had arrived in this city. We have to leave now; he could take Layla from me at any moment."I scowled. Arlo's hanging out in the living room. From what I recall, that man has always worked with James. I'm not sure why he suddenly turned to take Keith's side and said that James was there. Something feels off, and I can't shake the feeling that this might be a setup. I need to warn Keith to be cautious be
James’ POV"I've been waiting for him to at least leave the apartment, but it looks like Mr. Keith isn't going to take the little girl out, sir," Arlo called me on the phone.I sealed my lips tightly. This isn't a good news. If that's true, how can we possibly get Layla back? Keith has set up strong security measures in his apartment. He even brought in guards for his protection. "Did he find out that I got here?" I asked.If Keith already found out I'm here it might explain why he is hesitant to leave his apartment. He could be hiding. But, how long he intended to stay in his apartment forever? Paris could be just a brief layover, and he might take off to who knows where next. I need to be aware of every detail regarding his movement."I don't think so, sir.""Is Layla okay?" I asked. Because that's the most important thing. To make sure Layla is alright."According to the report from one of the staff who regularly brings them food, yes. She spotted the little girl, and she was al