Chapter six:

As she stepped out of the car, Clara looked up at the imposing mansion in front of her. It was clear that Alexandro had spared no expense in ensuring her safety, but the sudden weight of her responsibilities was suffocating.

As she walked through the opulent halls, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The man who had picked her up from the hospital trailed closely behind her, and she could feel his eyes on her back.

"Who are you?" she asked, turning to face him.

"My name is Marcus," he replied, his voice calm and steady. "I was one of Alexandro's assistants."

"I didn't know Alexandro had such a beautiful wife," Marcus said with a smile.

Clara felt herself blushing at the unexpected compliment. "Oh, thank you," she replied softly.

"He's a lucky man." He continued.

Clara blushed and looked away. "Are you flirting with me?" she asked, half-joking.

Marcus laughed. "I wouldn't dare," he said. "But I have to admit, it's hard not to notice how stunning you are."

"I'm flattered." Clara mouthed.

Alexandro's lawyer came in and explained all about Alexandro's business and how she would be in charge. 

Clara nodded, her mind racing. She knew she needed to act fast if she wanted to protect her husband's businesses and legacy. But how could she do that when she knew so little about his world?

"Marcus," she said, turning to face him. "I need to know everything about Andrew's businesses. Who he was dealing with, who he owed money to, everything."

Marcus nodded gravely, his eyes flickering with concern.

"Mrs. Alexandro," he said. "There are some things that I think you should know about your husband."

Clara's heart sank. She knew that whatever Marcus was about to tell her would change everything.

"What is it?" she asked, bracing herself for the worst.

Marcus hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Finally, he spoke.

"Mrs. Alexandro," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Alexandro things. Things that could put your life in danger."

Amelia felt her breath catch in her throat. She had no idea what Marcus was talking about, but she knew one thing for sure: she was way over her head.

As Marcus continued to speak, Clara realized that the fight of her life was just beginning. She was determined to protect Alexandro's legacy and uncover the truth about his past, but she knew that it would come at a cost. The question was: was she ready to pay it?

Marcus left them to bring some files in his car. 

Amelia waited nervously, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. She wondered why Marcus was so insistent on showing her these documents, and what they could have to do with Alexandro's accident.

After a few minutes, Marcus returned with a thick folder in his hands. He sat down beside Clara on the couch and opened the folder, pulling out a stack of papers.

"These are the financial statements for the company," he said, his voice low and serious. "I need you to see them, Clara. It's important."

Clara frowned, feeling a sense of dread creeping over her. She didn't want to look at financial statements right now, not when her husband was lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.

"I don't understand," she said, her voice shaky. "What do these documents have to do with Alexandro's condition?"

Marcus hesitated, his eyes flickering nervously. "There are some irregularities in the accounting," he said finally. "I think someone might be embezzling funds from the company. I need your help to figure out who it is."

Clara felt a surge of anger and frustration. How could Marcus be thinking about something as trivial as financial irregularities at a time like this?

"I don't care about the accounting," she said, her voice rising. "All I care about is Alexandro. Why are you so obsessed with this?"

Marcus looked at her, his expression is unreadable. "Because I care about the company," he said simply. "And I care about you, Clara. I want to make sure that you're taken care of, no matter what happens."

Clara shook her head, feeling a sense of hopelessness. She didn't know what to do or say, and she felt as though she was drowning in a sea of confusion and grief.

"You need to go," she said finally, standing up from the couch. "I can't deal with this right now."

Marcus stood up as well, looking at her with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm.

Clara pulled away, feeling a surge of anger. "No, I'm not okay," she said, her voice trembling. "My husband is in a coma, and I have no idea what's going to happen. And now you're talking to me about accounting irregularities? I can't deal with this right now, Marcus. you need to go."

Marcus nodded, his expression contrite. "I'm sorry, Clara," he said softly. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought that maybe I could help in some way."

Clara looked at him for a moment, feeling a sense of resignation. "I know," she said finally. "And I appreciate it. But right now, I just need some time to think."

With that, she turned and walked out to her room.

Clara stood on the balcony looking up at the dark sky, her thoughts still swirling. As a writer, she knew the importance of finding the truth behind the lies, of uncovering the hidden motives and desires that drove people's actions. She also knew that sometimes, the truth could be dangerous.

As she walked across her large room, Amelia made a mental note to speak with Nanny Grace and Alex as soon as possible. They were the only ones she trusted, and she needed their help to unravel the mystery of Alexandro's accident.

But first, she needed to clear her head. Clara found herself wandering through the city streets, lost in thought. She thought about Alexandro, about his past and his business dealings, and about the people who might have wanted him dead.

She also thought about Marcus and the way he had looked at her on the couch. She shuddered at the memory, realizing just how close she had come to fall under his spell.

Clara knew that she couldn't let her guard down, not even for a second. She needed to stay sharp, to keep her wits about her if she was going to get to the bottom of this.

As she walked, Clara felt a new sense of determination growing within her. She was going to find out the truth, no matter what it took. And she was going to protect Alexandro's legacy, and his family, at all costs.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Clara turned her steps towards the living room. She had a lot of work to do, and she was ready to face it head-on. As a professional writer, she knew that every story had its twists and turns. But she was determined to write this one to a satisfying conclusion and to make sure that justice was served.