All Chapters of Falling for the Demon Prince: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Clara had a whole series of petty tricks planned for Beckah. She had taken some inspiration from Beckah’s high school bullying tactics to make it feel more satisfying. “Your evil streak is showing,” Caiden said with a smirk. “She shouldn’t have driven me to death,” Clara said with a shrug. The taxi pulled over to the side of the road after the light turned green and Clara was pleased to see Beckah get out with a scowl on her face. “If she runs, she’s got time to get to the investment company,” Clara noted. Beckah was wearing practical shoes so it was possible to run. The US wasn’t as pedestrian friendly as the UK so it wouldn’t be an easy route to run. “No, she gets another taxi,” Caiden said. “I checked the future just now.” Beckah waved her hand frantically at a taxi that was going past and managed to flag it down. “That will be her only good luck today,” Clara vowed and started following behind. The taxi driver had clearly been told to drive fast judging by the wa

“My work trip has been arranged for the second half of next month,” Arthur told her. “Does that work out for you?” “It’s perfect,” Clara said. “I do need your skills to help me.” “I’m glad I can be of assistance to you,” Arthur said. “I had already guessed that you went to the US to get revenge for your sister. Your face when we last met up said it all. Now you look like you're deep into planning something."Clara wondered exactly what else Arthur had guessed about her. She had asked him for lots of odd things over the years and he never said much until recently. “I have done some things already, but I need your expertise,” Clara told him. “I’ll pay for you to have a penthouse suite at the hotel I’m staying at. It’s very luxurious.” “Anyone would think you’re my sugar mother,” Arthur said with a laugh. “I look forward to my luxurious penthouse suite that I don’t have to pay for.” They made arrangements between them and Arthur caught her up with the London gossip. Clara told him a

Clara was pleased to hear that her anonymous mail had incited a terrified reaction from Beckah. If she kept up the other harassment alongside the series of anonymous mail, she could see Beckah reaching her breaking point. “What did she do after she screamed?” Clara asked eagerly. “She locked the door of her office and pulled down the blinds. The photo went in the shredder and she was looking extremely paranoid when I left,” Caiden said. “She doesn’t even realise there’s more coming.” Clara grinned. It was a shame she didn’t have a secret camera in Beckah’s office so she could see the reaction herself. That was something to think about in the future. “I’ll send some more out today. I’ll send one to her house and one to her office. I’ll space them out so she gets at least one a day so she will be always wondering if she’s going to get another one the following day,” Clara said. She would have to lay in wait for Beckah outside her office so she could see how the bully was doing in p

Clara pulled down the brim of her hat and went to queue at the counter. It was fortunate that Beckah always chose a busy time to get her morning coffee. She was able to blend in easily with the crowd. Caiden who had been waiting by the door, moved close to Beckah and slipped his hand into her handbag and picked out her phone. He handed it to Clara and she dropped out of the queue to return to her table with the stolen phone in her hand. She placed it down carefully next to the hacker. “Here you go,” she said. “We’ve got to work quickly before she notices.” Arthur plugged the phone into his laptop and started work on her phone. “I’m going to d******d what she’s got on there and upload my own software,” he explained. “Her files could be an interesting read.” Clara waited for him to finish with Beckah’s phone. The queue was moving forward at a fast pace due to the efficiency of the counter staff and she was getting tense. Caiden had confirmed that the plan went off without a h

Clara considered the risks that came with getting closer to Beckah. She had used different rental cars over the course of the past two months, but she had been parked near Beckah’s house in the morning, followed her to work and stayed in the company parking lot all day. She knew that Beckah wanted to escape the broadcasts desperately and would not be thinking logically. The risk of Beckah recognising that the same car had been in the same places as her was low. “Let’s risk it,” Clara said. “We’ll just have to come up with a cover story if she notices us. At least she’s never seen you before.” She waited for Beckah to drive off and kept a distance between them so Beckah would not see the car in any of her mirrors. She was able to see that Beckah’s driving was erratic and she took time to move when the traffic lights changed. Clara parked down the road from Beckah’s house and pulled out a pair of binoculars she had been keeping in her car. She tried them out and saw that she had a