MasukCHAPTER 22 Florida’s POV I frowned as I watched the aftermath of the interview on TV. Clara was getting sympathy; the public was practically eating out of her hand. But not on my watch. I picked up my phone, dialing my assistant’s number. “Is everything in place?” “Yes, Mrs. Anthony.” “When will the interview take place?” “This evening m–” I disconnected the call. Perfect. ~ I sat in the news studio, my makeup and dress done. The lights were blinding, but I was ready. The anchor, a sympathetic-looking woman, leaned in. “Florida, thank you for joining us today. We've seen the allegations made by Clara regarding your handling of Rose's finances. Can you tell us your side?” I took a deep breath, letting my expression turn to one of hurt. “Thank you for having me. I've been drowning in pain, watching my child suffer, and having my integrity questioned by someone who wants to take my daughter away from me.” The anchor nodded. “What do you want to say to those allegations?” I
CHAPTER 21 Florida’s POV I stared angrily at the TV. My eyes burned from the endless stream of negative headlines. Negative headlines that should've been for that bitch. [Florida Anthony's Courtroom Meltdown] [Florida Anthony Loses Custody, Looks Unstable] [The Fall of Florida Anthony] My PR team was useless, spinning the news but only making it worse. Every statement they released was met with more ridicule and shaming from the internet. I was a laughingstock. I lashed out at everyone around me, my temper snapping at the slightest provocation. And then, at dinner, it happened. “Mommy Clara!” Rose squealed, looking up at me with big, innocent eyes. I froze, my fork freezing mid-air too. Mommy Clara? My gaze narrowed. “Who told you to call her that?” Rose took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. “I.. I just..” “You think you're smart, huh?” I sneered, my anger rising. “You think you can call her mommy? She's not your mommy! I am! I'm the only one who's ever taken care
CHAPTER 20 Clara's POV “We have something to fight with, too.” My eyes locked on Spencer's. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?” Spencer passed a thick folder to me, his fingers brushing against mine. I quickly retracted my hand. As I scanned the pages, my eyes widened in shock. These were all illegal financial transactions, all linked to Florida. I looked up at Spencer. “Trust fund transactions.” He said, his eyes locked on mine. “Florida's been draining the trust fund account you and Derrick set up for Rose.” That bitch! I felt a surge of anger, but a little victory too. We had her now. As I moved to pull my hand away from the folder, my fingers brushed against Spencer's again. This time, he didn't move his hand away immediately. I noticed it, and I subtly scooted back a bit in my seat, focusing on the documents. “She's not just stealing from Rose,” Spencer spoke. “She's laundering money through her charity events.” I smirked satisfactorily. We had the upper han
CHAPTER 19 Clara's POV I walked into my apartment, the confrontation with Florida at the school still swirled bitterly in my mind. As I dropped my keys on the counter, I was surprised to notice Spencer pacing back and forth in the living room, his expression tense. “Hey.” He said, standing up as she entered. “I was waiting for you.” “What's wrong?” I asked, shrugging off my jacket. Whilst that, I took a mental note to always double-check my lock from now on. Spencer stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You need to see this.” He said, gesturing to his phone. I took the phone from him, my heart sinking as I saw the headline on the screen. [Clara resumes not just stalking habits but attempts to kidnap Florida's daughter] “What is this?” I whispered, my voice shaking with disbelief. Spencer's expression was grim. “It's all over the news, Clara. That blog post. It's gone viral. Everyone's talking about it.” I scrolled through the article, and I frowned. There were pictures of
CHAPTER 18 Clara's POV I walked towards Rose's school, my feet moving with anxiety. I wasn't planning on picking Rose up, just wanted to see her, make sure she was alright. As I approached the gates, the security guard looked up. “Visiting hours are over, ma'am.” I barely broke stride, my eyes fixed on the school building. “Just for a minute,” I muttered, slipping past him before he could react. The guard called out behind me. “Ma'am! You can't just-” I ignored him, my pace quickening as I walked into the school compound. The teachers saw me and began to whisper. Some of them even attempted to confront me, but they seemed scared, their eyes darting to me and then away, as if they feared I might “hurt” them because of my “illness.” One of the teachers, a young woman with a pinched face, finally stepped forward. “Uh, Miss Laurent, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here. You should leave.” I didn't even look at her; my focus was on finding Rose's classroom. “I'm just
CHAPTER 17 Clara's POV I sank onto the couch in my living room. The court had ruled against me, and I was still frustrated. I looked down at my phone, and Spencer, whom I'd tried to contact several times, finally decided to call back. “Is there an issue, Clara?” I launched into the whole story, my words spilling out in a mix of held-up frustration. “Spencer, it didn't go well. The court ruled against me, even with all the evidence we had. I don't understand. I thought we had a solid case.” Spencer listened patiently, making soothing noises as I vented. “Hm.. that's not what I expected. You had a solid case, Clara. What happened?” I sighed. “I think the judge was bribed, Spencer. I don't know what else to think. The way he dismissed all our evidence, it was like he had already made up his mind.” Spencer's tone turned serious. “That's a serious accusation, Clara. Are you sure about that? Do you have any proof?” I hesitated, but I knew I wasn't wrong. “No proof, just a gut feelin







