LOGINClara’s POVElijah’s head whipped violently to the side. When he turned back, his eyes were bloodshot with absolute fury. Without a second thought, his hand shot out, catching my wrist in a crushing, iron vise."How dare you!" Elijah roared, raising his other hand."Let go of me, Elijah," I said, my voice dead calm, though my pulse raced.Sarah immediately panicked, grabbing Elijah’s arm to pull him back. "Elijah, stop! Don't dirty your hands on her! Just buy the store and let's kick her out!"Elijah slammed a heavy, black-gold titanium card onto the glass checkout counter. He glared at the cringing store manager. "Manager! Pack up every single piece of high-end clothing on these racks right now! I want this entire floor emptied of trash."The manager, recognizing Elijah's wealth and terrified of losing a massive commission, bowed profusely. "Right away, Mr. Thorne! Consider it done!"As the staff scurried to bag Sarah’s massive pile of designer goods, Sarah tossed a sarcastic smi
Clara’s POV Forty minutes later, I was parked in the quiet shadow of my old penthouse complex.I sat in the driver's seat, the dim dashboard light illuminating my face. My phone was in my hand, the messaging app open to Harry's contact.I drafted a message.[My father kicked me out. Can I stay at Johnson Estate tonight?]Delete. Too pathetic.I tried again.[I'm staying at a hotel tonight. Don't wait up.]Delete. Too distant; he'd think I was hiding something.I typed a third.[I just need to be alone right now.]Delete. I sounded like a needy drama queen.Ring!The phone suddenly vibrated violently in my palm, making me jump. The caller ID flashed with the contact name I had set years ago.[Personal Demon.]I took a breath, swiping the screen to answer. "Hello?""One would think you were attempting to draft a multi-page confession, Miss Russell," Harry’s deep, smooth voice drifted through the speaker, heavy with effortless arrogance. "You've been typing and deleting for the past ten
Chapter 5 Clara’s POVTwo hours later, the atmosphere inside the Russell Mansion was thick enough to choke on.Through the double French doors leading into the main salon, I could hear my stepmother, Beth, sobbing theatrically into a silk handkerchief.She was wringing her hands, lamenting my "willful, disrespectful behavior" while loudly fretting over her precious daughter, Sarah, who had locked herself in her upstairs bedroom in a fit of dramatic despair.My father, Jamie Russell, stood near the fireplace, checking his platinum wristwatch for the third time in five minutes. His face was thunderous. He had demanded I appear within thirty minutes, yet hours had passed.I took a quiet, steadying breath, smoothed down the lapels of my classic beige trench coat, and stepped inside.I had deliberately taken the extra time to prepare my defense. My hair was swept up into an immaculate, elegant bun secured with vintage pins. My heels clicked with measured authority against the marble, a
Chapter 4Clara’s POV Harry raised a single dark eyebrow. "Did you think newlyweds who just registered their marriage at City Hall would live in separate apartments on day one? “If you’ve declared our status to your family’s lawyer, we need to make it entirely believable. Tabloids have eyes everywhere, Clara."He was right. Staying in my penthouse would only invite suspicion from my father and stepmother."Fine," I agreed.I went into my bedroom to pack, only to realize with a quiet pang how little I actually owned. In this massive penthouse, everything that truly belonged to me, my essentials, a few documents, and personal keepsakes, could fit into a single suitcase.When we walked down to the lobby, the atmosphere had shifted completely. A new face was standing at the front desk. Seeing us approach, the manager hurried over, bowing professionally as he handed me a massive, exquisite bouquet of white lilies."Mrs. Johnson, we deeply apologize for the disturbance caused by the pr
Chapter 3Clara’s POV "Miss Russell, there's no point in yelling at the staff. She's just following orders," a sharp voice called out.A middle-aged woman in a sleek gray suit stepped out of my open apartment, flanked by two burly security guards.It was Attorney Vance, my stepmother's personal legal counsel."Intruding into my home and tossing my personal property into the hall?" I said, stepping forward, my voice trembling with rage. "Have you completely lost your mind?""I am simply executing the law," Attorney Vance said with a smug smile. "This penthouse no longer belongs to you. It has officially been transferred to your stepsister, Miss Sarah.""This is my mother's property!" I snapped, my fists clenching at my sides. "She will explicitly state that this residence remains mine!""Under the condition that you were legally married before your twenty-sixth birthday," the lawyer corrected smoothly, holding up a copy of the deed. "Since you reached that deadline today without a hus
Chapter 2: Clara’s POVMy phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, cutting through the quiet of my penthouse.I sat up abruptly, my heart thumping against my ribs. For a horrifying second, a wave of cold panic washed over me as a specific, unwanted face flashed in my mind. But I quickly shook the feeling off, taking a deep breath to steady myself.Whoever was at the door was pressing the button with an annoying, rhythmic persistence. Slipping into my silk robe, I padded out of the bedroom and glanced at the security monitor by the entryway.The knot in my chest instantly unraveled.Standing in the hallway was Jace, looking as outrageously vibrant as ever in a tailored crimson suit, his blonde hair styled to perfection. He flicked down his designer sunglasses and offered the camera a dazzling smile.I unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Jace, what on earth are you doing here so early?""Are you even asking me that?" Jace crossed his arms, stepping past me into the foyer. "I’ve







