All Chapters of Clara's Mystery: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The search for Nicholas Jacobs, Clara’s uncle, got issued as soon as Sebastian learned what happened. He wanted to make sure that the man responsible for Clara’s abduction years ago would be behind bars before she even woke up to face the nightmare all over again.  When they couldn’t find him, Sebastian told Anthony, the head of security, to fetch Nathan Jacobs, Clara’s father, and bring him to his office. He needed to know what happened all those years ago, and though he did not know how to broach that subject yet, his future father-in-law deserved the truth. And that is where they found Nicholas confessing his sins to his brother. Nathan had his brother’s suit jacket tightly clasped between his hands. The intention to kill his brother was evident in his murderous glare. ‘You son of a bitch! How could you do that to us? Those girls thought the world of

‘Sebastian Colfer, call these men off, or I swear I will sneak out of here and never tell you where I am,’ she threatened over the phone. She had 6 security guards all the time, 3 trailing behind her, and 3 scoping out the places she wanted to visit.  In the beginning, it made her laugh that Sebastian assigned that many people to guard her at her own office, so she gave them the slip several times to show them who’s boss. But because of what she did, they became more resilient while watching her, almost breathing down her neck, so they won’t get fired for losing her. ‘It’s your fault, my love. If you stop hiding from them, maybe they won’t feel as threatened to lose you. I told them to guard you with their life. But if it makes you mad, then I will tell them to be inconspicuous and stop crowding you.’ He promised.

Even before Sebastian had the chance to meet Clara’s parents and before she revealed her identity to them, he already had one thing on his mind. Something he had been longing for and was missing from his life. It was that Clara would have to be in his life forever and that his love for her was everlasting. He had been planning this day ever since she told him she loved him, and in light of the current events, it had propelled his decision forward because he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted Clara to be his wife. Clara and Sebastian decided to visit his family for the weekend to steer clear of her well-meaning parents. Samantha and John were old-fashioned, but they were not as blunt and direct as her parents, probably because having daughters made her parents more protective. His parents never even broached the subject of marriage because Sebastian had already

Sebastian breathes in deep before he knocks. Celine answers the door with a faint smile. ‘Hey Baz, it’s nice to see you here. She came in yesterday outraged that you would dare such a thing. I vote for you, but I’m not sure she’s ready. There are too many changes in her life right now. Even I would get overwhelmed. If it makes you feel better, she’s been miserable the whole day, and it seems like you didn’t get too much sleep either.’ Clara told her sister what happened, minus all her insecurities, but Celine saw through all her carefully built-up walls. Clara was sprawled on the bed, staring into space, oblivious to the conversation happening right behind her. She was thinking how awful she was to reject Sebastian the way she did, and now he probably doesn’t want to be with her, ever. The answer to his question was yes, but not right now, if that made sense. Why was it so difficult for her to express her

Nicholas Jacobs had been watching Clara and Celine as closely as everyone else ever since the kidnappers came back and threatened to take them again. When he saw Clara sneak out into the restroom with nobody following her, he decided to take it upon himself to do it. Clara did not trust him after what he did, but he did not care. It was better to be safe than sorry. Clara could yell at him if that's what she wanted. He deserves it, after all. He pretended to make a phone call, hiding near the men’s restroom doors. When he saw two uniformed hotel staff come out of the women’s restroom with a hotel trolley, the kind used to carry all the sheets and linens from rooms that have been emptied and he grew suspicious. These men didn’t look like the regular hotel staff. They looked more buff and were suspiciously gruff-looking, covered with all those tattoos. So when they left, he checked inside the restroom, and