All these years, the Johnson siblings did their own investigations about ten-year-old girls who were kidnapped around the time Clara disappeared, searching for the article that would lead them to her family, but it always led them nowhere. They followed all kinds of leads, even went as far as visiting the people who lost them, but they always ended where they started, nowhere. It never occurred to them that the bad guys had covered up her disappearance with an angle they never thought to explore.
But now, with Celine as their lead, they had something to follow. All the doors to the past suddenly opened.
Clara’s parents were Nathan and Emelia Jacobs. He used to be the president of the biggest financial firm in the country. Her mom was an accountant before retiring to take care of her family. They went to the same college but did not really date until they both started working. That’s where they met and fell in love.
There was no mention of any kidnapping, that’s why their trial never led them to the Jacobs’ family. They had an older daughter, Carmen. All the articles said she had died in a car accident.
Clara was in turmoil. It happened 20 years ago, and her memory was dodgy, but why does it say that she died in the article?
In her dream, or was it one of her memories, she heard the evil men asking her father for money. They also kept repeating that they were getting rich as soon as her dad paid.
Did her parents pay them the ransom? What if her parents didn’t pay? Did they leave her to die? Did they even love her? Was the dream even true?
Now that she knows who they are, would they even want her back? What will happen if she tells them she’s been living in a city 5 hours away from them all these years?
They might already be happy without her. Her sister looked like she had no care in the world.
How can she get close to her parents? How will she know the truth?
A plan came to her. Her father works at Navio, and the only way she can get close to him is to use Sebastian and their project as an excuse.
Three weeks after Sebastian visited her, she managed enough courage to get on a plane and talk herself into seeing her dad. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the week. ‘It won’t seem odd that I was in town, pitching to a client, right? Or maybe I came out to meet a friend who had a baby. No, then I’d have to produce said baby later. No, a work excuse sounds better. The simpler the reason, the easier to cover it up later.’
She already had an ID to get into Navio, so it wouldn’t be hard to get into the building. Sebastian will have to wait until she finishes her visit with her dad before she could see him.
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Nathan Jacobs was taking his break at the roof deck. Clara came to his office before lunch and followed him here, sitting at another table nearby so she wouldn’t look suspicious.
He had brought his lunch box with him. It was probably something that her mom had made when she was a kid. She started tearing up, but she wanted to talk to her dad. She had to do this.
In another area of the roof deck, Sebastian stood behind another pillar to observe. He saw Clara enter the building, but she never came to see him or announce that she was here today. He sent her a text earlier, and it was still unread, so he followed to see what she was up to.
Clara gazed sadly at her dad. ‘He looks very old, and tired. I wonder if he ever thinks about me.’
Nathan was getting teary-eyed. ‘Today is her birthday. She would have been 30 today. It was my fault for not picking them up. If I was there, they wouldn’t have gotten my baby,’ he cried to himself, using his handkerchief to wipe his tears.
His phone was ringing. It was Celine. These days, Nathan made sure he focused on his remaining daughter. To make sure she was safe and wouldn’t feel neglected. He’s probably gone too far when he suggested they go home together, but he needed to be sure.
He clears his throat as he answers her call. ‘Hi baby girl, what are you up to?
I’m having lunch on the roof.
What? No, I’m not sad,’ he said, tearing up again.
There was no way he was telling her what made him sad. He didn’t want to open up all the old wounds that they’ve managed to heal. ‘Goodbye, my dear. I will see you later.
Don’t forget to have lunch.
Yes, I will finish all the food mommy made me. I love you too!’ he said on the phone, giving it a kiss.
Clara sat beside him even before he finished his call. She didn’t even know how she got there. All she wanted to do was to see him, but having him so close opened the floodgates. She was crying before she had the chance to say anything.
‘Are you okay, young lady?’ Her father asks, ‘Here, dry your eyes,’ handing her his handkerchief.
‘I just miss my dad so much. I was in an orphanage for the last 20 years, and I wish I could see him,’ she says. ‘I heard you talking on the phone, and you seem to have a good relationship with your kid.’
‘Life is short, my dear. If you have the chance to see your father, you should do it.’
‘My first daughter is dead because of me. If I picked them up from school that day, she would still be alive.‘
‘She would have been 30 today. I regret not being there for her when she needed me.’
‘Don’t waste your time because of trivial matters. Things will work out,’ he said, patting her hand.
Her tears kept coming, and there was no stopping them. Her dad loved her, and he still does.
Today was her birthday. Who knew that she came at the right time? This was her happiest birthday.
‘Your daughter... I don’t think she would have blamed you.’ she says between sniffles.
‘She probably loves you a lot.’
‘I will try to find my dad, but what if he’s already happy with his family? What if he sees me and doesn’t want me?’ she wiped her tears as they kept falling.
‘Don’t think about it that way.’
‘He’s probably thinking about you every day, missing you,’ he pats her back, ‘There, there, don’t cry. Everything will turn out fine.’
Clara hugs him very tightly. She wanted to tell him, ‘Dad, I’m here. I’m not dead. Thank you for thinking about me. I love you so much.’
Nathan uses the white handkerchief he gave her to dry her eyes.
‘It’s okay… Hush. Your father loves you. You can’t let them see you’ve been crying. If you work here, you have to be presentable. Don’t be sad anymore,’ he says.
‘I think I should be the one comforting you. Not the other way around,’ she apologized. ‘I’m sorry if I bothered you during your lunch. Uhm... I was thinking I’d like to clean your handkerchief before I return it to you,’ she said. ‘It’s full of my snot,’ she attempted to joke.
It was just like the handkerchief she used when as a kid. She used to carry them with her all the time, to wipe down her sister when she got dirty or sticky.
They always had these small embroideries on them. And there it was, flowers on the corner with her name on it, Carmen, embroidered with pink thread. She ran her fingers over it. Was that really her name? And that made her cry all over again. She had to get a grip before she embarrassed herself.
Sebastian didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their teary reunion, but he did, and his heart was breaking for her. He was not sure why she didn’t reveal her identity.
But decided not to interfere. ‘I promise we will get to the bottom of this, Clara, and we will make everything better.’
There was something else happening here. Something bigger than the picture in front of him, and he would have to take a step back.
-=- Downstairs, the hotel staff had cleared the entire outdoor area to accommodate the most important event happening today. They place an arch covered in vines and calla lilies on the outer edge, overlooking the beach and the sea. Sebastian tried to do everything not to let the cat out of the bag. This event was going to be a surprise. And even though deep in his heart he knew her answer, that she wanted to marry him, he still couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about her reaction. Clara was not a simple person. She was very complex in her reactions and outbursts. He prayed to all the gods in heaven to help them today. There was no denying that as soon as Clara steps in front of the doors that led to the patio, she would know what he had planned for her because waiting at the door was her father, Nathan Jacobs.
Max, Jeremy, and apparently her sister, Celine, were inside waiting for them, waving their hands and screaming simultaneously. Sebastian walked them back into the hallway to keep her state of undress from prying eyes. The couple laughed at their predicament as she unwrapped her legs around him. Clara gave him one last lingering kiss, and when they were ready, headed back into the room. ‘Why are you guys inside our suite? Who let you in?’ ‘We got in last night, and you said you wanted to rehearse and set up the equipment before the presentation, so here we are,’ Max said with jazz hands waving in the air. She just rolled her eyes. ‘You guys are too early. I still need a nap. Can you leave?’ she plopped down on the sofa and snuggled with a pillow. The
I was sitting in my living room writing up Max’s story when this alternate ending came to me and got me excited. The following chapters were going to be part of his book, but I decided you need to be rewarded for reading all the way to the end of Clara’s story. I hope you enjoy this alternate ending. -=- ‘Clara! The plane is leaving in two hours, and there is a major accident in the 405. If we do not make it in time, you will not make your appointment.’ Sebastian yells as he walks to their bedroom. Their meeting at 2 pm is irrevocable, and nothing should impede them from keeping it. This will be the most important appointment of their lives. Clara rolls her eyes. ‘We have two hours, relax. Even in this traffic, we have enough time to make it. Your driver knows all the shortcuts. Plus, Jeremy and
Ariana was found tied up and gagged in one of the hotel’s janitor closets, one that was not normally checked until the morning. Because she was resilient and determined to alert anybody to Clara’s disappearance, she made enough ruckus for one of the hotel guests to notice and call for help. Clara felt relieved to have found her the next day. Thankfully, she had been released from the hospital with a few scratches and bandages on her head and arm. The bad guys banged her head enough to give her a concussion, so she had to be kept overnight for observation. She twisted her arm from trying to get out of the restraints, and when she continued to throw her body against the door to attract someone’s attention. Ariana was very resilient, and Clara liked that she fought until the end. Now that the threat to Celine and Clara’s life had been eliminated, with the bad gu
-=- This chapter is R18. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 124. -=- Clara laughs. Sebastian knew this was a serious situation, but after being rejected earlier, he trod lightly and opted for the easygoing route. ‘I love you, Baz. Thank you for being patient with me.’ Clara looked at him lovingly and caressed his face, kissing his lips lightly as she closed her eyes. The fire was back in her eyes. He hated being the one that took it away from her by making her worry and question everything they were to each other. But now, he would make sure that he would do everything in his power, never to extinguish that again. He would do everything to make her happy.
Boss runs away as Nathan and Clara bend down to tend to Nicholas. But the cops had already surrounded the house by then, and they apprehended him as he tried to run away, just like the other goon that tried to escape earlier. Sebastian, on the other hand, fought off Spike, disarming the gun from him when Boss fired the shot. Spike had no fighting chance, and he knew as soon as Sebastian got his weapon, he was going to jail. With the criminals arrested and Clara’s uncle carted away to the hospital, they were all finally able to settle down and take a seat. Everybody was pretty shaken up, and the women sniffled from time to time as they recounted what happened. They huddled with each other, Emilia Jacobs holding onto her daughters to seek comfort and assurance that the nightmare was over. Sebastian took
The house was eerily quiet when they got home. ‘Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Clara called out as she came in through the door. That should have been an indication that something was wrong because they had left the front door unlocked. When none of the regular security was present around the property, she just assumed they blended in with the background. But her excitement at getting away from her abductors got the better of her. She did not apply the regular protocols for security. Her mom, dad, and sister sat on the sofa in a neat line, with their hands behind her back, their mouths covered with tape. The gun she felt pointed at the side of her head made everything click into place. The kidnappers had a backup plan, and they were waiting at her parent’s home. They took the whole family hostage as a las
Spike proceeded to tape Clara’s mouth but didn’t expect her to be awake. She bit down hard on his hand, inflicting so much pain that he slapped her across the face, dislodging her blindfold enough so she could see through the bottom. Clara kicks Spike between his thighs, rendering him immobile for a few minutes. Enough time for Clara to bring the hands tied behind her back under her knees. She had to bring them in front of her, making it easier to get out of the zip ties that bound them together. Clara falls flat on her face even before she can get anywhere. Spike had come out of the sensation of having his balls kicked enough to slide his feet and trip her. He holds a knife to her neck, pinning her to the floor. She had no choice but to surrender. She fights him again when he pulls Clara up to tie her agai
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