All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CLARA"Hello?" I answered with a shaky voice."Miss Walsh?""Yeah?""Good morning. Your boyfriend is stable now. He has also been responding to treatments. You can come and see him anytime today." He delivered the good news. I almost fell to my knees in gratitude. I actually did, at some point."Oh my God, this is great news, doc. Thank you, I will be there soon.""Alright." He said.I was still on the floor when I ended the call. Fred was alive. Bruised and battered actually, but alive. I wiped my tears again and thanked God in a soft whisper. Thanking God especially that my mother had not caught in my that nightmare. Maybe this would have been a different story… or was I just being overly superstitious?I didn't even realize how long I stayed on the cold kitchen tiles until Angela gently touched my shoulder."Miss Clara, are you alright?""Oh, I will be," I whispered, standing up on shaky legs.I couldn't waste more time. I rushed to change into something simple, grabbed the congrat

LUCASI had not expected her to open the front door so fast when I came back and rang the doorbell. She was glaring at me as she did, and I fought back a laugh, knowing that if I dared to laugh here, she would have my head. "Are you okay? I'm sorry for whatever wrong I did you and I am more than willing to make it up to you. You haven't taken the ribbon off the car." I moved to the side now and the car showed. The 2024 G-wagon I had just gotten for her on my way here. I had called the vendor and asked him to follow me with the car, from my house. I paid him on the way to Clara's apartment. I knew she was not so moved by money but she hardly said no to blue. And not when it was on her favorite car model. A recent one at that.Clara stared at the car again, and no matter how she tried to hide it, I could literally spot the kids in her eyes. She was impressed.Maybe I could finally get that kiss in. Fuck, I really, really wanted to kiss her. She was wearing a short, tight dress today.

LUCAS I was sitting in my study, the city skyline glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Late afternoon light hit the leather of my couch just right, making the room feel both cold and alive. Just how I liked it, I guess. I held a glass of bourbon in one hand, swirling the ice around. The TV on mute sat in the corner, broadcasting another loop of the morning’s news. My phone buzzed—Simon was reminding me I had a call in five minutes. Fred Gate’s face filled the screen and I picked up the remote at once, removing the TV from mute. Even through the grainy broadcast, I could see the bruises on his jaw, and it made me smirk. He had admitted to waiting to spite me with her. So I broke a few more bones than I had bargained. He was wearing a plain button-down, looking thinner than usual but still composed. The news anchor’s voice droned, “…we now return to our interview with Fred Gates, who faced heavy criticism this week over the scandal involving Clara Walsh. Fred, some people

LUCASMy fists clenched as I watched her walk away, motioning silently for my driver to take her back.She shook her head when he approached her,"Stay where you are. I can go home myself."He tried, "But it is about to rain, miss. I can easily drive you home, no problems."Clara sighed deeply, then looked back and scowled in seeing me there. I raised my hands, trying to act like I was not paying attention to them. I had my phone in front of me and I typed quietly.She hissed, "I'll take an Uber. Thank you for your help."He looked at me again, I shot him a death glare.He jerked and turned back to her, "Miss—"Now she spun around to face me with full force, sticking her finger at me, "Oh, can you just let me go?! I don't want to use your car. I booked an Uber and he'll be here soon. Shove your help up your ass, Lucas, I don't need it!" She yelled at me."I was hoping I would hear Luke from your lips again soon." I could not help teasing. The truth was, I wanted anything from her but

LUCASWhile Clara had her bath, I stepped out of my room in search of Ella but only found my chef in the kitchen. The food Ella had prepared was still on the kitchen island… but I just knew I was not laying a finger on that shit."Where the hell is she?"She spun around at once, "Uh, she said she was going to her room."I spun around and started to walk towards the said room and stopped in my tracks in the hallway. This bitch probably wanted me in her room tonight so she could pull something and pretend I came there to do something stupid with her. I stared ahead at her room door and thought about Clara. I had already pissed that woman off enough. Ella would leave my house by morning. There was no need talking to her tonight.Clicking my teeth, I turned back around, going back to my room. When I got back to my room, I picked up my phone from the table and started to text her.ME: Pack. You leave tomorrow morning.I pressed send and tossed my phone back on the table, sitting on the be