CHAPTER THIRTY

CLARA'S POV

The shock I experienced when Arsenio asked me about the conversation with his Mother was equivalent to the shock I had when I found out my Mother was dead.

“How??? Why??? How??” Those were the questions that ran through my head.

I genuinely became so scared when I noticed Arsenio's rage and I blamed myself for it knowing fully well the bad blood between him and his Mother and still trying to form a relationship with her.

My fear went up the notch when Arsenio held my neck as my airways were suddenly blocked.

It suddenly brought back memories of how I was being treated when I lived with my Father and it seemed like the torture from everyone and everywhere I went didn't seem to end.

“I see through your pretense Clara and very soon, I am going to find out who and what you are….as soon as that happens, you are either going to be dead or fucking outside the street where you belong.” Arsenio said after he let go of my neck while I coughed trying to catch my breath.

Hatred and di