Clara's POV "There are only two suites to take care of. You don't have to do most of the work, and you need to make the rooms look presentable. I'll send someone else tomorrow as well." he said.I nodded.I took note of the two-room numbers that needed to be cleaned.I gathered the cleaning supplies I needed for the job, grabbing an apron as well since I no longer had my uniform. It would have to do.The first room was located on the third floor. Most people who rented the rooms on the top floors were millionaires, while those on the bottom floors often came here for the experience, blowing off their whole year's savings.The one-bedroom suite was empty. It had an open house plan with the living space and the bedroom combined, the kitchen at the far right end. Despite this poor planning for a hotel room, it still looked chic with all the decorations.It was good that it was empty. It meant I could move faster.The suite was in a disastrous state, with towers and bathrobes hovering o

Clara's POV I chose that option, running out of the suite and not looking back despite his calls.Luckily, the elevator arrived just in time. I pressed the button for the ground floor and stood at the far end of the elevator. I was just too confused about everything. Nothing made sense to me right now. I would have stayed to find out, but the thought of possibly getting murdered outweighed my curiosity.The elevator stopped two floors down. I tried to mask my emotions. I didn't want anyone who walked in to think I was some psychopath.Much to my surprise, it was Ivy who walked in.At first, she hadn't seen me. She looked tired, her eyes fixed on the floor as she dragged her feet.“Clara," Ivy exclaimed, looking up.I didn't answer, and I didn't know how not with the many thoughts running through my mind. Ivy quickly picked up on this as she stepped closer to me.The elevator doors closed again."Are you okay?" she asked."Can you please tell Marcus I'm sick and must go home urgently?

Clara's POV "It's not every day that you discover that you may have an uncle. The worst part is that I'm unsure if I believe you." I answered bitterly."He's my half-brother on my father's side." She clarified softly, relaxing her arms. "I was alone and scared for a very long time. My family had cut all ties with me. I had no support whatsoever. I had no idea about babies or even how to work since I never had. I had to work and look after you. My past is something that hurts me. I didn't ever want anything from my past life to get to you. That's why I never told you." she rumbled.Was that supposed to be a valid reason for lying to your children?"And your supposed half-brother abandoned you too?" I asked."He was younger than me and also a child at the time. It was not his responsibility to do anything for me." She answered."When will you tell me who my father is?" I asked.Now that I had gotten to know a little bit, I wanted to know everything. Before, I would have just settled fo

Clara's POV I sighed. "I feel like I've been deceived my entire life, and I don't ever want to do that to anyone else or for them to feel how I feel now. It hurts. I hope he will forgive me. It's the right decision for me to make." I answered. Maybe I wasn't so drunk after all; a part of my brain was still working.Ivy shook her head in disapproval of my newly found moral compass."I think I'm going to move out. Leave and go to a very faraway place where no one knows me so that I can escape all of my problems." I deducted next. I raised my glass to take my final shot."You should put that glass down. Do you want me to phone Derek and tell him that his baby mama is an alcoholic?" she asked."I won't be anymore in less than twenty-four hours," I answered.I'll be jobless and probably ruined.I couldn't help but laugh at my misery. Doing the right thing was not going to be easy.Loud cheers were erupting from the far end of the bar. I couldn't help but look.Surprisingly, the star of th

Derek POV “Derek, what would you think about a wedding in the summer?" Mom asked.I nearly choked on my food. I don't know why my mother continues to surprise me. These are all things I'd expect her to do.From everything, at least now I knew she planned to get rid of Madison and find me a wife. She was trying to get her way again."Didn't you and Dad have three weddings? Why would you want another one?" I asked.Mom stared at me murderously.I sighed. "I think I'll excuse myself. I'm already full, and I'd like to get some fresh air," I said, pushing out of my chair."Oh, why don't you take Susanna along with you? Take a stroll in the garden. The evening is quite lovely. I'm sure the two of you will have some fun together." Mom smiled.Susanna stared at me pleadingly; I figured the poor girl hoped to escape this madhouse. This wasn't her fault."Okay," I answered hesitantly. "But I prefer to have my walks in silence."Susanna nodded gratefully as she rose from her chair.We set off f