Chapter seven

Clara made her way upstairs to the master bedroom. As she walked in, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer opulence of the room. The king-sized bed, the chandeliers, and the antique furniture all spoke of immense wealth of Alexandro.

But as she sat on the edge of the bed, Amelia's thoughts turned to more pressing matters. She couldn't help but wonder who could have had the motive to harm Alexandro. The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how many people stood to benefit from his downfall.

There was John, his business partner, who had seemed almost too eager to take over the company since the accident. And then there was Micheal, Alexandro's cousin, who had suggested that they run away with his fortune. The very idea made her skin crawl.

Clara knew she needed to be careful, watch her back and be vigilant in this world of deceit and greed. She couldn't trust anyone completely, except maybe Nanny Grace and Alex, Alexandro's assistant.

But even then, Clara wondered how far she could rely on them. She was new to this world of power and money, and she knew that she had a lot to learn. But she was determined to do whatever it takes to protect Alexandro and his legacy.

As she got up to get ready for dinner, Clara knew that the road ahead would be long and treacherous. But she also knew that she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, and she would do so with all the strength and resilience she possessed.

As Clara entered her room, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of her emotions. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her reflection in the antique mirror, trying to make sense of her thoughts.

She had always known that her father's connections and wealth would dictate her life, but she had never imagined that it would lead her to this situation. She had always dreamed of finding love and building a life with someone she chose, not someone chosen for her.

But as she sat there, a flicker of determination lit up in her eyes. She couldn't change the past, but she could change the future. If Alexandro pulled through, she would make an effort to get to know him, build a real connection with him, and maybe even find love.

She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolve settle over her. She would do whatever it took to make the best of this situation, to find some happiness during the chaos.

With a sense of purpose, she got up from the bed and made her way back downstairs to join Nanny Grace for dinner, ready to face whatever the future held.

She took a deep breath and attempted to clear her head as she entered her room and locked the door behind her.

She moved up to her room's full-length mirror, her fingers softly pulling at her dress's zipper. When the cloth came away from her body, showing her lacy white bra and matching underwear, she let out a loud sigh.

As she glanced in the mirror, she couldn't help but remember Alexandro and the way he had caressed her the night they married. She couldn't deny that his touch had triggered something deep inside her.

She stroked her fingers down the silky lace of her bra, recalling Alexandro's fumbling with her breasts before kissing her neck. Nobody had ever made her feel that way before, not even her long-term lover Micheal.

She was still a virgin, and she didn't want to give herself up to someone she hardly knew, despite their strong physical attraction.

Clara entered the shower and switched on the water, sighing in relief as the warm water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her mind floating away to a more serene place.

Her eyes sprang awake in surprise as she heard her room door creak open. "Who's there?" she said, her voice rebounding off the bathroom's tiled walls.

Her heart was beating in her chest as she hastily switched off the shower. "Who's there?" she inquired once again.

There was no answer, so she yelled out again, louder this time. "Is that you, Nanny Grace?" Yet there was still no reaction, and she started to feel uneasiness creeping over her.

When she reached for her robe, someone reached out and snatched it, prompting her to leap back in surprise. Her pulse hammering in her chest as she screamed in horror, she covered her breasts with her hands. "Can you tell me who it is? "Is anybody there?"

When she stepped out of the shower, her heart leaped into her throat as she noticed Henry standing outside her bathroom door, holding her robe and staring at her.

"Oh my goodness!!!" Clara shouted and crossed her arms over her chest to protect her bare figure. "What exactly are you doing here?! "Get the hell out!"

She swiftly grabbed the robe he was carrying and wrapped it over her. She wrapped it over her body, covering as much as she could. She still felt exposed and vulnerable.

"How come you're covering up so quickly?" Micheal inquired, noting Clara's towel wrapped securely around her torso.

"You don't have to cover up for me," Micheal said, motioning to her towel. "I've seen you do it before. You know I've had my fill of you."

"This isn't right, Micheal; we're done," Clara said defensively. "I simply don't want to give somebody the incorrect impression. You have no business being in my room."

"I've been thinking about you, Clara." While he stood there looking at her, he said.

He moved in for a kiss, but she turned away, avoiding his lips.

"Stop, Micheal," she murmured as she drew away from him. "You can't go on like this."

"What's the harm?" "Don't you want me anymore?" Micheal inquired.

"Everything we had died the day you left me I called you several times but you did not pick up," she sobbed, her voice trembling. "You decided to abandon me, Micheal. You decided to abandon me.

Micheal bowed his head, his eyes clouded with remorse. "I realize I made a mistake, Clara. I'm sorry if I offended you. "But I still love you," Clara responded emphatically. "This isn't fair to either myself or Alexandro. For God's sake, he's your cousin. What will you do if he finds out about us?" She interrogated him.

But Micheal didn't stop, and he didn't pay heed to what she said. He took a step closer to Amelia, his pulse racing with excitement.

Clara took a step back, her pulse racing with anxiety. Regardless matter what Micheal did, she had feelings for him.

Micheal could feel her fear, but he didn't let that stop him. He stepped in closer, his gaze fixed on hers, and he reached out to sweep her hair away from her face.

When she felt his fingertips on her flesh, Clara's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to back up, tell him to stop, but she couldn't find the words.

Micheal finally spoke out. "Are you afraid?" he questioned, his voice hoarse and low. "Are you afraid you won't be able to resist me?"

Clara's eyes widened in horror as she took a deep breath. "No, I'm not afraid. I simply don't want us to do something we'll come to regret."

She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his. She realized she was on the verge of giving up.

But before she could say anything further, Micheal moved in and placed his lips to hers, shutting off any further complaints.

Clara's chamber door was pulled open unexpectedly.