MasukChapter Forty Suzan sat across from Clara, her hands resting carefully on her thighs as if she was scared of touching anything on the glass table. The restaurant was one of those high-class places with expensive chairs and quiet background music. She didn’t even feel like she belonged here. She kept looking around like someone might drag her out at any moment.Clara adjusted her purse and crossed her legs slowly, wearing her usual confident smile.“Suzan,” she said, tapping her fingers lightly on the table.Suzan’s face lit up instantly. “Ma, I’m… I’m so happy to meet you. It’s a big blessing. I’m your huge fan. I’ve been following your modeling jobs since I was in school.”Clara smiled like she expected that reaction. “I love girls like you… ambitious… sharp… and curious.”Suzan blushed. “Thank you, ma. I’ve always admired you. You’re so pretty and classy. I always wished I could be like you.”Clara poured herself a glass of wine, swirling it slowly. “Do you know why I invited you?
Chapter Thirty NineThe entire hospital floor was in chaos.A metal tray hit the ground somewhere down the hallway, followed by the sharp sound of glass breaking. Nurses hurried in and out of Damien’s room like they were dealing with a fire, their voices overlapping as they tried to keep order. Some patients sitting along the corridor turned their heads, confused and scared. A few family members stood and moved aside, not knowing what was going on but sensing it wasn’t small.Inside the room, Damien was out of control.He had pulled out his IV line, thrown the heart monitor to the floor, and shoved the rolling table so hard it slammed into the wall. His breath came in fast, angry bursts. He wasn’t listening to anyone. His eyes had gone wild—the kind of wild that made the nurses step back even when they wanted to help.Two male nurses tried to approach him, hands out like they were dealing with someone holding a weapon.“Damien, calm down, please,” one said.But before he could finish
Chapter Thirty-EightDr. Anderson’s office smelled the same way it always did sharp antiseptic mixed with that mild hospital scent that clung to everything. He had just stepped out of one of the rooms when he saw Aria walking down the corridor. His eyes widened a little.“Ahh, Dr. Aria, it’s good to have you again. You’re welcome,” he said with a warm smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”Aria pulled her bag higher on her shoulder and managed a small smile. “Yes, Dr. Anderson… I got a job in the Greysons estate. That’s why I’ve been off for some time.” She tried to sound cheerful, even though her stomach tightened at the mention of the place.Dr. Anderson nodded slowly. “I heard about that. Quite a big opportunity.” He paused. “How’s everything going there?”“It’s fine. I’m managing,” she replied lightly. It wasn’t the full truth, but it was the version of it she knew people expected to hear. Before he could ask more, she added, “How’s Dad?”“Oh, he’s doing well. Responding to treat
---Chapter Thirty Seven. “Sir, look that’s Damien Greyson crossing the other side of the road!” one of the officers shouted from the police car.The officer’s voice carried through the open window, and Damien, despite looking exhausted and completely lost, turned his head sharply. His hair was messy, his clothes were rumpled, and he looked like someone who had been running for days without direction. The moment his eyes landed on the police convoy, his entire body stiffened.Then he ran.He didn’t even think he just dashed across the road, almost tripping over his own shoes. Cars honked, a driver swore loudly, a cyclist almost fell trying to avoid him. Damien didn’t care. He sprinted like his life depended on it, heading toward a random parked grey car as if he planned to dive inside and hide.“Mr Greyson! Stop right there!” the officer shouted again.But Damien kept running.He reached the side mirror of the unknown car and grabbed it as if he wanted to break in, but before he coul
Chapter Thirty Six“Clara, open the door!”John’s voice hit the hallway like someone breaking something from the inside.She didn’t waste a second. She rushed to unlock it before he started trying to force the handle again. The moment she twisted the lock, the door flew open and he stepped out, breathing hard.“What happened?” he asked, looking completely confused.His eyes roamed over her face, her hands, her shoulders. He looked like someone trying to understand something that didn’t make sense.Clara put her hand on the door frame and let out a shaky breath. She forced her voice to tremble a little, not too much, just enough to sell the story.“Uhmm… I was trying to join you in the bathroom,” she said, lowering her gaze like she was embarrassed. “I don’t know what I did. I jammed the door by mistake. Then it refused to open. I even hurt myself trying to fix it.”She rubbed her wrist gently, pretending like it was sore.If she didn’t lie that fast, she was finished.You see Clara?W
Chapter Thirty Five Clara ran downstairs as fast as she could, nearly missing a step. Her heart was beating too loud, but she tried not to show any of it on her face. She reached the entrance and pulled the door open just enough to squeeze through before closing it behind her.Damien was already walking toward her.“Clara…” he called softly.The sound of her name from his mouth made her unsettled. His voice wasn’t stable, and his eyes looked a little too shiny, too restless. He stepped closer, raising his hand like he wanted to touch her cheek.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.Clara held her arms across her chest, forming a wall with her body. She needed him to think she was angry, heartbroken, confused — anything except terrified.“What are you doing here after false accusing me?” she asked sharply, her voice loud enough to cover the nervous shake inside her.He blinked and looked at her like he didn’t expect her to challenge him. She let her eyes shine like she was about to cry, even tho







