Claire's POVIt got to a point where I couldn't endure again, I continued scanning the areas for a slight opening so I could escape but armed men were everywhere.The business Don Carlos has with this lady De Blanca isn't exactly what she explained. Why do I keep having the feeling that she's lying?Plus she's not just some lady who would just show out of the blue like that, she's here for something far more important than common theft and I can't stand by and watch myself get mixed up in this mess. I had to strategize with my head the next move to make it secure by escape.Only one thing came to my head, and it still has everything to do with the fact that I must consider her offer to lure Don Carlos into her trap.Do I even have the liver to do such to him, well at least he should pay for this, how could he bring me into this mess I must make him pay I thought to myself ng eyes still scanning for an opening but couldn't find any.I took a deep breath, and whispered.…“Madam, after
Claire’s POVInside the car was getting stuffy , and smelly, I noticed my hands were tied with strong ropes I tried breaking free but all to no availSuddenly I began to perceive roasted meat, which was awkward. Who could be roasting meat by this “What's that smell?” I yelled and my voice echoed.…But I didn't get any response so I yelled again.“Hey kidnappers you better let me go if it's ransom you want name you price my dad will pay triple!” I yelled.“Shut up your mouth you spoiled brat! You think everything is about money don't you! Don't worry you'll learn the hard way! A loud voice snapped at me.What's it to you bitch! You better keep your damn mouth shut!” Another voice snapped at me.“Don't mind her, she thinks she's in her father's house! Sweetheart, wake up and smell the nightshade! This is my territory so mind the way you talk!” A female voice snapped at me.…“Who could that be? Who does she think she is?” I whispered to myself.“If it isn't the proud Claire Smith! I he
Claire's PovI stood there shivering, a lot of questions on my mind, would my dad allow me to go? He seemed very serious. What do I do now? This is my only chance to find out more about David Don Carlos.I was lost in thoughts, suddenly I felt a strong grip on my back.It brought me back from the world of thoughts.“Claire what's wrong?” A loud voice yelled.It was my dad, his voice was louder and terrifying and his face still serious and unyielding to my plea. I knew there and then that he wouldn't fall for my lies.“Nothing Dad, just that ..I stammered.My dad smiled, his face still a little bit serious, with his thick moustache looking like that of Pablo Escobar.“Claire, you're my daughter, you Gen Z generation , you think your parents don't want the best just because they're protecting you.” My dad whispered.I understood his point, but the overprotection was too much. I don't even have the medium to do what I want. Everything I do I do to please him and mum.But this time, I mus
Claire's POV We stared at each other, eye to eye it was like hypnosis in a whole new form, I lost control over my body. What made matters worse was his smile.It wasn't just charming, it was contagious like a transmittable disease.I wanted to see this whole new world he told me about. Maybe then I'll believe all he's been saying, but where will I begin from?But the real questions include how do I leave the house, I'm grounded, what excuse do I give to my dad? Would he even listen to me?“Are you ok Claire?” David whispered, tapping me on the shoulder.It took me three minutes to reply, I was still hypnotized by him.“I'm fine Dave, what I am thinking about now is what to tell my dad so he would let me leave the house. I have no idea what excuse I would give him.” I whispered.Suddenly, I remembered my father’s advice about meeting with my childhood friend Desmond Baggins. I would lie to my dad that I want to go see him, that M's the only way he'd let me go.Wow, why didn't I think o
Claire's POVWhat exactly does Don Carlos want from me? What's he doing at my house! We had a good time together and he ghosted me, and minutes later I saw him with another lady.What does take me for one of his girlfriends or what am not in for such useless competitions it's either me or no one else.“Big sis! A guy is at the door and he wants to see you!I saw his face from the window. He's so charming! Violette, one of my sisters, screamed.“Go to your room Violette!” I snapped at her. I heard her footsteps as she ran to her room. It gave me migraine headaches.These headaches were as a result of the shock of the accident, and I thought about the cab driver. I hope he survived the accident before. If he should die I wouldn't forgive myself.I still needed answers for everything starting from his disappearance, and what he was doing with that other lady, and what he was doing at the hospital.I had to come to terms with the fact that I loved him, I know myself very well, I can't be j
Claire's PovI lay on the hospital bed there, as my eyes kept closing and opening.I could see my parents, the doctors and nurses all staring at me, their eyes showing fear and desperation.I lost control over my consciousness, all I could think about was the name I just heard.David Don Carlos Was he the one who brought me to the hospital? How did he know about the accident? Was he watching me all this while? I hope the cab driver is ok.These thoughts clouded my mind as I struggled to breathe.I could hear voices echoing around the ward, these voices were very strange because they echoed like microphone speakers.I noticed that my parents and friends were getting restless and uneasy, I could feel it.Their stares bothered me. I tried talking but I couldn't breathe well so it didn't allow me to speak.This whole incident has messed up my life, I blame only one person and that's David.If I wasn't looking at him when I saw him with that other girl on the road this accident wouldn't ha