Semua Bab WHITE CLOVER : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Calhoun's POV:When my father passed away, I was happy, delighted even, that the man who had stood as an immovable barrier between me and my love for Valentine was finally gone. Just when I thought everything would fall into place, that I could finally break off that ridiculous engagement and claim what I wanted, my grandfather swept in like a storm, destroying every fragile hope I had left.I'm certain most people harbored the belief that he was the one who molded me into the monster I am today. But that's far from the truth. He merely eliminated the one tether that kept me sane, Valentine. With her gone, the carefully constructed facade I'd worn for years crumbled completely, revealing what had always lurked beneath.Even during the years with Valentine, I carried a long, silent list of people marked for death, my father sitting firmly at the foundation. In the end, the pathetic man was claimed by terminal cancer, something I quietly orchestrated. Little acts of rebellion that

CLOVER'S POV:We settled into a nearby booth, the vinyl seats creaking slightly under our weight as we sat quietly, staring at each other in heavy silence. It felt like an unspoken glaring war, each of us sizing up the other, waiting for the first crack in the armor."Well..." she finally uttered, that single word piercing through the thick air like a needle, breaking the silence but not easing the tension.At this point, I was still desperately trying to recover from the sheer shock of encountering Carla here, in this random ice cream shop of all places.The state of my mind was utterly clouded, a swirling mess of emotions: anger, confusion, curiosity, and a deep-seated hurt that I couldn't quite name. Questions bubbled up inside me, but I didn't know how to shape them into decent, coherent words without sounding accusatory or vulnerable.In the end, I heaved a deep, steadying sigh, turning my gaze out through the large window overlooking the quiet street. There, in the parked car

CALHOUN'S POV:The moment the line went dead silent, I launched the phone across the room with explosive force, watching it smash violently against the far wall in a shower of fragments."What happened?" Simon asked immediately as he rushed into the room, alert to my sudden outburst."Put Dylan on the phone... now," I bellowed, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white as her blood-curdling screams continued to re-echo in my mind, deafening, agonizing, unforgettable...An accident... she had just been in a horrific accident."Ms. Diana is here to see you..." Simon informed hesitantly."Simon... put Dylan on the fucking line right this instant," I uttered again, this time forcing my voice to remain calmer as I tried to muster every last shred of patience I could before I completely lost control.When Clover had left for Chicago, I had immediately mobilized my most trusted men in the area to keep a close, discreet eye on her at all times. Dylan was the one positioned closes

CALHOUN'S POV:Back in New York city and retired back to my office building after the rushed flight home, one of my secretaries approached me swiftly in the hallway, her tablet clutched tightly."Sir, your mother is inside your office waiting for you," she informed me professionally, to which I merely hummed in acknowledgment, my mind still miles away.Heading inside, I immediately sighted a familiar, elegant silhouette standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, her gaze overlooking the sprawling city view far below. Her long hair was let loose in soft waves down her back, initially hiding her face from view.But the second I began making my way toward my desk chair, her neck tilted gracefully, turning to face me fully."Where were you?" Morgan, my mother, asked directly, folding her arms across her chest with a strict, probing stare that I knew all too well.I guessed she wasn't here to discuss business matters, as she often did when dropping by unannounced.Plopping down heavi

CALHOUN'S POVClick**In a swift, instinctive moment, I withdrew my hand from her face as if burned, my eyes drifting coldly toward the door to see the old lady frozen in the place, her wrinkled hands clamped tightly over her mouth, eyes wide with undisguised shock."Did I just hear you say that you love her?" she sneered in a harsh whisper after a beat, lowering her hands and folding her arms tightly across her chest as she advanced into the room with a deep, wrinkly frown etched across her face.A mischievous, dangerous smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I turned fully and advanced toward her with deliberate steps.And here I was thinking no family member would visit except for Clover's mother...Yet somehow, the one who wanted her dead the most had slinked in at this ungodly hour of the night, dressed head-to-toe in black like she was already mourning or perhaps preparing to finish the job..."Age hasn't faulted your eardrums yet, has it?" I replied indifferently, my tone la