All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CLARA"… and yes, it is also good in nutrients just so you know. They all are, I think that is common knowledge. You have to take enough of this…" Nora trailed off but I was barely listening.It was now four days since I left Lucas's house. According to dad—fuck, I was now calling someone dad—he called everyday. I really had no idea where dad stood with this man, to be honest. When I first told him what happened and how he deceived me that our wedding was still on when everything about us as a team had been called off almost four years ago. At first, dad was furious. He called Lucas while I cried and kept yelling at him. After that, though, they began to work together to take care of me. He took things from Lucas to support me. I knew this because Nora would not shut her mouth about it. And yes, Nora. It was weird that I had a female friend after years of trying to keep one. Due to my condition, it was hard for me to have a friend because of how tedious it was to be around me. I co

CLARAThat seemed to have come out of nowhere, but the fire in his eyes was not just from… nowhere.I swallowed, finding my voice again, "Well, that ship sailed a long time ago. Now leave, please. We cannot let Zayn find you here."He said nothing for the first few seconds, moving closer. My guards straightened, and he glared at them before speaking, "I just need a few minutes. We have to talk. It's about the company, moving forward. I know you have not recollected your memories but we can still go through some details now if you'd like."That piqued my interest actually. Fred had betrayed me and sold the company that was supposed to be owned by the both of us… some kind of partnership fraud that I could not prove, still. Lucas was the buyer, and his he wanted to discuss.I should let him in. He said he still has feelings for me, maybe we could come to an agreement. I bit down on my bottom lip as I pulled the door open wider, ushering him in.He nodded once, then started towards me, t

ZAYN"I'm sorry you met him here, really. It was nothing I swear." Clara assured me for the umpteenth time. I sighed,"It's okay, goddess. I'll be fine." I told her and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. "Which means you're not fine right now?" She questioned, her doe eyes rounder and inquisitive. I shrugged, then paused for a second with my eyes searching hers. I decided to snatch this opportunity with both hands."I could be." She looked up from the table she was setting up, she had some snacks on there and was pouring out fresh juice too. Clara dropped the jug containing the fruit juice back on the table, urging me to go on,"Mmhmm?""For that, you need to finish pouring the drinks and come a little closer." At first, she looked like she was still confused, but then she gasped quietly and I could see the blush creeping to her cheeks.At first, this thing with Clara was simply showing Andy how to get a woman. At first, Clara pushed me away as well. She wanted nothing to do with

LUCASI stepped into the hospital, the icy air hitting my face like it knew exactly who I was and why I had come. The place smelled of antiseptic and depression as well.My shoes clicked sharply against the marble floor as I walked up to the front desk, not sparing a glance at the old man with the wheezing cough to my right or the weeping woman hugging her child on the waiting bench. I had one purpose.The young nurse at the desk lifted her eyes to me, blinked twice. Recognition sank in almost immediately. Of course, they always knew.I leaned on the counter just enough to make her nervous. “Ella Grayson. What ward?”Her throat bobbed. “Uh—sir, I need to confirm. Are you family?”“Brother-in-law,” I replied coolly. “And I don’t have time for red tape.”She stared at me for a second longer, then glanced at her screen. Her hands were shaky now. Probably wondering if the rumors were true—that I was just as dangerous in person as the headlines made me seem.“She’s in Ward C15. Fourth floo

ZAYNI set up some dates with Clara with amnesia and without it. Tonight’s date was at this rooftop restaurant she’d once told me she used to sneak off to during university—somewhere she could hear herself think and feel invisible for a while. I remembered that, and I brought her here because I knew she needed to feel invisible again, even if just for one night.She was dressed in this midnight blue silk top that brought out the depth in her eyes, the kind of piece that moved like water every time she adjusted her posture. Her fingers were scrolling through something on her phone, but her lips were curved in a way that told me she wasn’t thinking too hard. That was rare lately.I reached for my wine glass and took a slow sip, not because I was thirsty, but because I needed to time my question right. My stomach had been uneasy since I overheard that conversation two nights ago—the one she didn’t think I heard. I had called to check up on her after one of her headaches, and I guess she