로그인CLARA "You made a deliberate comment about her background," Gabriel cut her off, his voice slicing like a razor. "Let me make something clear to you, and to every member of the domestic staff in this room. Clara is not a guest. She is not a servant. She is the lady of this house. If you cannot treat her with the utmost deference and care, you will not only be stripped of your position here, but I will also ensure you never find employment in this city again."Ruby’s knees trembled so badly that she nearly dropped the teapot onto the floor. "I am sorry, Mr. Vance! I am so sorry, Madam Vance! Please forgive me!""Give the pot to Mrs. Gable," Gabriel ordered coldly. "Report to the estate manager, take your wages for the week, and leave the property before noon.""Mr. Vance, please!" Ruby gasped, tears springing to her eyes."Get out of my sight," Gabriel commanded.Mrs. Gable took the teapot from the girl's trembling hands and gave a sharp nod to the two guards standing near the dining
CLARA "I... I had debts, sir!" Thomas cried out, tears spilling down his pale cheeks. "Gambling debts with people from the underground docks! They were going to break my hands, they were going to hurt my daughter! Then someone came to me with an offer. They paid off my lenders and promised me five million dollars in foreign accounts if I placed the powder into your evening brew." "Who gave you the poison?" Gabriel asked, his tone unchanging, razor-sharp and cold. "I don't know his real name, I swear!" Thomas panicked, shaking his head frantically. "He used an encrypted voice call!" Gabriel did not raise his voice. He simply glanced at Luke. "Luke, call the county prosecutor. Have him file charges for aggravated attempted murder, corporate espionage, and high treason against the Vance estate. Then contact the maritime port authority and ensure every asset tied to his family's trust is seized under federal racketeering laws." "No, no! Wait, please, Mr. Vance!" Thomas screamed, pre
CLARA "I... I had debts, sir!" Thomas cried out, tears spilling down his pale cheeks. "Gambling debts with people from the underground docks! They were going to break my hands, they were going to hurt my daughter! Then someone came to me with an offer. They paid off my lenders and promised me five million dollars in foreign accounts if I placed the powder into your evening brew." "Who gave you the poison?" Gabriel asked, his tone unchanging, razor-sharp and cold. "I don't know his real name, I swear!" Thomas panicked, shaking his head frantically. "He used an encrypted voice call!" Gabriel did not raise his voice. He simply glanced at Luke. "Luke, call the county prosecutor. Have him file charges for aggravated attempted murder, corporate espionage, and high treason against the Vance estate. Then contact the maritime port authority and ensure every asset tied to his family's trust is seized under federal racketeering laws." "No, no! Wait, please, Mr. Vance!" Thomas screamed, pres
CLARA Not even twenty minutes after Gabriel and I sealed our agreement, the oak doors of the study swung open once more. Luke strode into the room, his tactical vest fastened tight and a tablet clutched firmly in his gloved hand. Behind him, two armed guards took positions on either side of the entrance, their expressions grim and alert. "Report," Gabriel commanded without turning his head from the window. "We initiated the lockdown across the entire compound the moment I left this room, Boss," Luke said, coming to a halt before the desk. "Every outer gate was shut down, the security perimeter was armed, and all domestic staff members were assembled in the west reception hall for questioning and bag searches." Gabriel turned his wheelchair around, resting his forearms against the dark oak wood. "Did you find whoever tampered with the medicinal brew?" "We found out who didn't show up to the roll call," Luke answered, sliding his thumb across the screen of the tablet before turning
CLARA "To standard surgeons, it looks like irreversible dead tissue. But in classical medicine, that is dormant stagnation. The nerves are asleep under extreme compression, not dead." Gabriel stared at me as if the world had shifted beneath him. For two years, he had lived as a recluse in this cold fortress, surrounded by rumors, pity, and false sympathy, accepting the reality that he would spend the rest of his life confined to a mechanical chair. Now, the quiet girl he had taken in as a substitute bride was looking him straight in the eyes and dismantling everything his high-priced medical specialists had claimed. "Can it be reversed?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a rare, fragile edge of raw hope. "It will not be quick, and it will be agonizingly painful," I told him without hesitation. "You would need targeted pressure therapy to break the deep fibrotic adhesions, specialized herbal baths to stimulate microcirculation, and gradual meridian stimulation to force the nerve pa
CLARA I did not flinch under Gabriel’s piercing gaze. I stood beside his desk, smoothing down the hem of my sweater, and met his eyes with quiet composure. "I am who I told you I am," I said softly. "I am Clara Montgomery. Or rather, Clara Vance now. No one sent me here as an assassin or an infiltrator. My parents simply hated me enough to throw me into the dark, and they were too foolish to realize what they had locked away with me." "You spent your youth reading them," Gabriel murmured, his voice low with growing intrigue. "I had nothing else," I told him honestly. "There was a small high window that let in sunlight for five hours every afternoon. While Evelyn was taking piano lessons and attending society galas, I sat on the concrete floor reading Grandfather's studies on nerve regeneration, botanical poisons, and acupuncture pathways. I read them until the pages fell apart in my hands. I memorized every formula, every Latin classification, and every case study because it was t







