ANMELDENClara's POVThe first thing I felt was pressure against my fingers.Someone was holding my hand.I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, as if I had been asleep for weeks instead of hours. My throat was dry, my head throbbed, and a strange beeping sound kept repeating somewhere beside me.“Clara?”The voice sounded far away.I forced my eyes open.The ceiling above me was white. A clear tube ran beneath my nose, and a monitor flashed green numbers beside the bed. I turned my head slowly and found Eleanor sitting next to me, her hair loose around her shoulders and her hand wrapped tightly around mine.Her eyes widened when she saw me looking at her.“Oh, thank God.”I tried to speak.Nothing came out.Eleanor reached for the glass on the table and held a straw to my lips.“Small sip.”The water felt cold against my throat.I swallowed once, then again.“Where am I?”“The hospital.”I closed my eyes.Memory returned in pieces.The stairs.The warmth between my legs.The blood.Lucien r
Clara's POVThe first thing I felt was pressure against my fingers.Someone was holding my hand.I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, as if I had been asleep for weeks instead of hours. My throat was dry, my head throbbed, and a strange beeping sound kept repeating somewhere beside me.“Clara?”The voice sounded far away.I forced my eyes open.The ceiling above me was white. A clear tube ran beneath my nose, and a monitor flashed green numbers beside the bed. I turned my head slowly and found Eleanor sitting next to me, her hair loose around her shoulders and her hand wrapped tightly around mine.Her eyes widened when she saw me looking at her.“Oh, thank God.”I tried to speak.Nothing came out.Eleanor reached for the glass on the table and held a straw to my lips.“Small sip.”The water felt cold against my throat.I swallowed once, then again.“Where am I?”“The hospital.”I closed my eyes.Memory returned in pieces.The stairs.The warmth between my legs.The blood.Lucien r
Clara's POV The nausea started before breakfast and stayed with me until lunch.I stood in front of the bathroom sink with both hands gripping the edge, waiting for the dizziness to pass while cold water ran over my fingers. When I finally lifted my head, my face looked pale in the mirror, and the dark circles beneath my eyes made me look as tired as I felt.I rinsed my mouth and opened the door.Gloria was standing in the hallway with a tray.“You've been in there a while.”“I wasn't feeling well.”Her eyes moved over my face.“Again?”I reached for the tray before she could ask another question.“I'm fine.”“You said that yesterday.”“And I was fine yesterday.”“You threw up twice.”“That doesn't mean anything is wrong with me.”Gloria sighed and followed me into the bedroom.“Sit down.”“I can stand.”“Clara.”Something in her voice made me sit.She placed the tray across my lap and watched until I took a piece of toast.“Small bites.”“I know.”“And don't drink too quickly.”“I k
Clara's POV The last thing I remembered before I woke up was seeing Dante at the bus station.My cheek was pressed against the pillow, and the bitter taste of medicine lingered at the back of my throat. For a few seconds, I stayed still, listening to the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the faint movement somewhere beyond my bedroom door. Then I tried to sit up, and the sudden pull in my lower stomach made me stop with one hand braced against the mattress.Then I looked around, seeing familiar cottons, familiar walls. I thought I had escaped this place. Then I heard, “Easy.”Lucien’s voice came from the chair near the window.I turned my head and found him sitting there with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, a file open across one knee. His tie was missing, the top button of his shirt was undone, and his hair looked as though he had been running his fingers through it for most of the night.“You are here?”He closed the file.“Where else would I be?”I pushed myself higher agains
Clara's POV The first thing I heard was the gate alarm.I froze beside the narrow service road and tightened my fingers around the strap of the small bag against my shoulder. The sound came from somewhere behind the trees, followed by the faint sweep of headlights across the darkness, and I stepped farther into the shadows until the vehicle disappeared from view.I had spent three nights learning the estate without making it obvious.Not the rooms or the expensive furniture, but the things that mattered if I wanted to leave: when the kitchen deliveries arrived, when the guards changed, which cars used the main entrance, which staff entrance stayed unlocked during the early morning shift, and how long the gates remained open when Pete brought someone in.The estate was still behind me.I could see the upper windows through the trees, including the one belonging to Lucien's room. A light was on there, and I wondered if he was awake.I pulled my coat tighter around myself.Going home so
Lucien's POV I stood outside Clara’s bedroom with my hand still curled around the doorknob, listening to Dante’s footsteps disappear down the corridor. His words kept circling back through my head, each one worse than the last: She wants to leave, Well this is normal and it is already feeling like I am caging her. Should I Marcus came around the corner and stopped when he saw me. “How is she?”“Asleep,” I said, releasing the doorknob. “Get Dr. Bennett back here.”Marcus glanced toward the closed door. “You think she needs a hospital?”“I think she needs to rest more.” I turned toward him. “And I think it is high time everyone knows she is carrying my child, especially Dante.”Marcus's expression tightened. “Sir, I don't know if now is the best time.”I pushed away from the door and walked toward the stairs, but stopped halfway down. “And Marcus?”He turned.Hence forth I want you to follow Clara everywhere.The dining room had been cleared, but Victor’s untouched glass was still si







