"Not so fast, Clarence,” he snickered. He dragged me recklessly from the door to the balcony of our master's bedroom and pressed a button which lowered the balcony guide into the floor, exposing me. I was almost hanging in the open. He used his left hand to hold tightly onto my wheelchair, making sure one of its wheels was hanging out of the balcony, while he presented the divorce papers he retrieved from his pocket to me with his other hand. We were on the fifth floor, and I was already shaking. In my wildest imagination, I never expected that Damon would go about hanging my life in a thread like this just to have me agree to divorce him. He chuckled as his eyes glittered with amusement, enjoying how I was sweating profusely in fear. “Will you sign the divorce papers, or join your parents in hell?” * Betrayed and discarded for her own sister, Gina. Clarence is left in her Crippled state empty-handed and destitute after a brutal divorce from her husband Damon Ferdinand who took everything she had endured hell for. But fortunately for her, fate has other plans… enters Dr. Julian Blackwood, a powerful and ruthless ex-boyfriend from college who's determined to help Clarence reclaim her rightful place. He helps her back on her feet and offers her a loan as her guarantor. With his wealth and influence, Clarence is transformed into a force to be reckoned with and together, they orchestrate a stunning revenge against her ex-husband and sister. Four years later, Clarence stands victorious as the CEO of a thriving luxury clothing empire. But when she encounters her ex-husband, Damon, he's shocked by her transformation... and she's ready to deliver the final blow.
View MoreClarence’s POV.Julian’s hands gripped my arms, his hold firm but not forceful. His sudden touch sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—not from him. Ever since we met again, he had kept his distance, barely allowing himself to be alone with me, let alone hold me like this. “What are you doing?” My voice came out quieter than I intended, betraying the unease creeping up my spine. He didn’t answer right away. His gaze burned into me, searching, demanding something I wasn’t prepared to give. I swallowed hard and tried to push against his chest, but he didn’t move. “Julian, let me go.” My voice shook slightly. “Kristina could walk in at any moment.” His jaw tightened, but after a long moment, his grip loosened, his hands falling away. Just when I thought he would step back and give me space, he did the opposite. He bent down, his face coming level with mine, so close that I could see the faint lines of exhaustion under his eyes. My heart pounded. I pressed back ag
Julian’s POV. Steam filled the air, clinging to my skin as I leaned back against the wooden bench, eyes shut while trying to push away the thoughts gnawing at my mind. My mother had called—twice and Kristina had called even more but I ignored them.I just needed a moment. A moment to clear my head, to escape the frustration that had been clawing at me all day. But the universe seemed determined to test me. From the next section of the steam room, a voice broke through the low murmur of conversations. I wasn’t paying attention at first—until I caught a name. “Clarence.” My body tensed immediately. The voice was unmistakable. It is the voice of her ex-husband, Damon Ferdinand. He sounded the same from the Event where I met him for the first time.I hadn’t seen him in years, but that smug arrogance in his tone was impossible to forget. He was chatting with someone, his words casual—like he was reminiscing about an old business deal. “Manipulated her, used her, then dumped h
Julian’s POV. The air inside the house felt heavy, pressing down on my chest the moment I stepped in. The quiet hum of conversation at the dining table barely registered as I walked in, my steps slow and controlled—like I was holding something back. I wasn’t even sure why I had come back. Maybe out of habit. Maybe because part of me still hoped there was an explanation that would make this all make sense. But deep down, I knew there wasn’t. My gaze swept across the room, stopping on Kristina. She was seated next to my mother, her posture relaxed, and her expression composed. Not a single mark on her skin. No bruises. No signs of the pain she had claimed to be in. I clenched my jaw. The image in the photo flashed in my mind—the one my mother had sent; her face battered and her eyes swollen with tears. And yet, here she was, looking perfectly fine. A bitter taste coated my tongue. I had been manipulated again. Kristina noticed me as I joined them at the dining table. He
Clarence’s POV. A dull pain spread through my body as I opened my eyes, the white ceiling above me coming into focus. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, making it clear I was in the hospital. My body felt stiff and my arms sore, but it was when I tried to shift my legs that the real discomfort set in. I winced, stopping immediately. "You're awake," a calm voice said. I turned my head to see a doctor standing beside the bed, adjusting the IV line. He offered me a calm, professional smile. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like I lost a fight I didn’t even know I was in," I muttered, shifting slightly. My arms throbbed, and my legs felt off, not as steady as they should. "What exactly happened to me?" The doctor glanced at the clipboard in his hand. "You sustained multiple bruises from the impact, mostly on your arms, but there was also an effect on your legs." I frowned, confused. "My legs?" He nodded. "Yes. The hit you took aggravated them, even though they were no
Julian’s POV.Kristina’s hand was still in the air when I snapped out of my shock. Clarence was on the floor, struggling to push herself up, her expression frozen in stunned disbelief. The sight of her like that sent a sharp, burning rage through me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. I stepped forward, ready to pull Clarence up, but Kristina grabbed my arm. “Don’t touch her,” she snapped, her grip tightening around my arm. “She’s manipulating you, Julian. You can’t see it, but I can.” I pulled my arm free without hesitation, causing Kristina to stumble back. “Are you out of your mind?” I glared at her. “You think slapping her proves anything? That this makes me want to be with you?” “She’s ruining everything!” Kristina’s voice was high-pitched now, bordering on desperation. “You never used to be like this before she came into your life!” I ignored her and turned to Clarence, crouching down. “Are you alright?” S
Julian’s POV.The moment Clarence stepped into my office, I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just the bandages on her arm or the way she moved like every step hurt—it was the look in her eyes. The exhaustion, the hesitation, the way her fingers trembled slightly when she adjusted the sleeve of her dress. I stood up immediately, closing the distance between us in seconds. My gaze swept over her injuries, my stomach tightening at the sight of the bruises peeking through the bandages. “What happened, tell me this time?” My voice came out louder than I intended, I refused to give up even though I had asked her to cancel her meetings.She hesitated, and for a brief second, I thought she wouldn’t answer. But then she sighed and shifted her weight slightly. “I was attacked last night,” she said quietly. My hands clenched into fists. "Attacked?" My voice dropped lower. "By who?" She shook her head. “I don’t know. They didn’t say their names. Just that this was a warning.” “
CHAPTER 40 Clarence’s POV. I stared at my phone screen, sighing when I heard the automated message again. *The number you have dialed has been turned off.* Julian had shut off his phone. I swallowed, gripping the device tightly. Was this how much he hated me? That even after I had gathered the courage to text him, and also call him—something I never did—he couldn’t bother to check why. My body ached as I shifted on the couch. My right arm was hurting, and the pulsing pain spread from my wrist to my elbow. I glanced down at the makeshift bandage, already stained with blood. My legs weren’t spared either. When one of the men had swung that wooden plank at them, I had instinctively used my arm as a shield. It had taken most of the hit, but my legs hadn’t been entirely spared. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stand. Julian wasn’t coming. I had to handle this alone. The apartment was in a total mess. The overturned furniture shattered glass from broken windows, and the me
Julian’s POV.Clarence’s message sat on my screen, a simple request that somehow unsettled me. "Please, can you come over?"I stared at the words, reading them over and over again, trying to figure out why she would reach out to me of all people. We weren’t friends. We weren’t anything. So why? A dozen scenarios ran through my mind, each one making less sense than the last—until I landed on the worst possibility. What if something had happened to her? That thought alone had me grabbing my coat and heading for the door without hesitation. The cold night air hit me as I stepped outside, but I barely noticed it. My phone was already in my hand, about to call her when movement near the driveway caught my attention. It was drunk Kristina. She was staggering, her heels clicking unevenly against the pavement. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smudged, and the moment she looked up at me, I could smell the alcohol from several feet away. I barely had time to react before she tripped
Julian’s POV.I watched as Clarence walked away, entering her car and driving away without saying a word to Kristina. I knew she was holding it in, pretending that she was fine which was a lie. I knew the moment she stepped off that stage, from the way she stood in front of Damon and Gina, that it took everything in her not to break right there. Being someone who I have known in the past for years, she hasn't changed a bit so I could tell when things weren't okay with her.I felt like I should have driven her home. I should have taken her in my arms, told her she wasn’t alone in this, that the world could turn against her but I wouldn’t, that she had someone by her side even as she felt so alone. The thoughts of this clawed at me, heavy and insistent. But before I could let it settle and allow it to register in my head, I shook it off. This wasn’t my business. She wasn’t my business anymore. We were done and there wasn't any emotional attachment, it was all about being work partne
Clarence’s POV. The shattering of glass by a waitress, who apologized profusely, jolted me back to reality. It was Christmas Eve, and I sat in a corner of the hall, watching my husband beam with pride as he greeted guests at his second company's launch. A dull ache bloomed in my chest like a bruise spreading its tender fingers. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the memories that lingered in every corner of my mind as I recalled his cold behavior and the hurtful words he'd spoken the night before which was opposite to what he showed to everyone else. "I only married you for your family's influence," he had said. "The moment I get what I want, you're out of my life. Who wants a cripple for a wife? You can't even take control in bed. You're as good as dead." A tear slid down my cheek, which I quickly wiped away before anyone noticed. Gina, my step-sister, had always been his first choice - perfect, able-bodied, and everything I wasn't. But when he discovered she wouldn...
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