The Billionaire's Dangerous Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Clover's POV:After I was done throwing up, I narrowed my eyes at Jessica, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand while still feeling the sour taste linger."What did I do?" she asked, giving me the innocent kitty look, wide eyes, tilted head, like she hadn't just put my life in serious peril with her reckless driving.Opening the car door, I grabbed my backpack and slammed it shut again, the bang echoing my frustration.As I started making my way into the terminal, Jessica trailed closely behind, her steps quick to match mine."Should I come with you to Chicago?" she asked softly, finally catching up and walking beside me.I'd love for her to come along... but the girl was just as busy as her mother, always tied up with something important.The moment I pushed through the sliding doors of the terminal, a gust of cold air blasted my face, chasing away the leftover nausea and making me feel more alert.The place was massive, echoing voices everywhere, rolling suitcases clicking again

Clover's POV:"Yes,""Alright... share your location... I'll have a chauffeur come pick you up."With that, he ended the call abruptly, not giving me a chance to protest or explain why I hadn't returned earlier. It was typical of him, controlling, dismissive.The moment the line went dead, I glared at nothing in particular, staring into the empty air as frustration bubbled up inside me.A second later, I shrugged it off. This man wasn't going to ruin my mood today. I was determined to enjoy the rest of my afternoon, no matter what.After sending him my location, I returned to sipping my coffee quietly, my eyes wandering as I observed the passersby on the street and the other customers in the café. I watched them keenly, taking in their hurried steps, their casual conversations, the way they interacted with the world around them.You could say that staring at people was a pastime for me, a harmless habit that helped me pass the time and sometimes even sparked my imagination about th

Clover's POV:As I stirred awake, the harsh knock on the door pulled me fully from my sleep. Making my way out of the bed, I rushed to the door and swung it open.Standing before me was Louisa, the housekeeper, a deep scowl etched on her face as she sized me up from head to toe with undisguised contempt.Louisa was my step-grandmother's loyal partner in crime when it came to sabotaging me at every turn.I had no clue why two old women could be so incredibly petty at times, harboring grudges that seemed to fuel their every action.I shot back the disdainful look she was giving me, refusing to let her intimidate me right from the start."Lunch is ready," she informed me curtly, before turning away and leaving without another word or even a hint of politeness.She could have easily sent one of the servants to pass on that simple message, but I understood perfectly well that she had come personally to check me out. It had been months since I'd last been here, long time no see, I thought

Clover's POVA week later, it turned out that Williams had actually fired Louisa and ensured that she wouldn't be able to get a job in this place again.Because of this, Raquel had been a real pain in the neck, doing what she does best, picking on me at every little chance she gets.On this day, it was my stepdad's birthday. While there was a grand banquet going on somewhere downstairs, I was quietly holed up in my room, reading a book... since Kiera had practically pushed me aside to go have her own kind of 'fun.'I bet the fun she's having involves wooing my stepbrother... and honestly, it's not hard for her at all. She's got that charm that makes it effortless.All of a sudden, a knock sounded on my door.Assuming it would be Kiera checking in, I went to open the door, only to be amazed, it was my bitchy stepsister and my sweet mother standing there in the hallway.Ignoring Patricia completely, I smiled warmly at my mom, feeling a brief spark of comfort in her presence.Instantly,

Clover's POV  This betrayal felt like a hot, chilly meal served with chilled soda, unexpected, jarring, and utterly disappointing. I didn't see it coming at all... especially not from her.  "I understand now-"  "As if..." I cut in sharply, not wanting her to finish whatever excuse she had prepared.   Scrambling to my feet, I slipped on my furry flip-flops, the soft fabric a small comfort against the storm raging inside me.  If anything, I was done talking to her. Completely done.  As I reached the door, I felt her hand clasp around my wrist, the touch only fueling the irritation that was already brewing within me, like anger steaming from a cup of hot coffee left too long on the burner.  "Hear me out, please," she whispered, her gentle tone try