101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment the call connected on the third ring, Clarissa drew in a long, deliberate breath, letting her melodic voice warp into a freezing, venomous hiss laced with homicidal intent. "Hello, Papa? It’s Clarissa. Darren just walked out on our wedding night... and I know exactly where that poor male whore is hiding him."

So many things about her presence made my stomach curl tight. What if he ended up liking her? She was everything I wasn’t. Calm, funny, wealthy—judging from this luxurious car and her wristwatch, intelligent, and mature. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back slowly, letting the world fade before me. Soon, I heard Damien say ‘here’ and I opened my eyes to see our gate looming ahead of us. Clarissa drove in after the security cleared her upon seeing Damien in the passenger’s seat.

And, I was really scared he might actually barge in here. 'I’m really sorry for putting you through this. You should have my contact just in case.’ She took a piece of paper, snagged a pen from the counter, wrote down her number and gave it to Maddy. ‘Here is it. My name’s Clarissa and I live down the street. Thanks once again.’ With that she waved at Maddy and walked to the door where Marley was already waiting.

Steady. Isabella’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” Clarissa smiled wider. “To talk. Maybe to even stay.” Damian stepped between them. His shadow swallowed Clarissa’s line of sight. He’s voice dropped to ice. “This isn’t a hotel.” Clarissa’s smile didn’t falter. Instead, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a crisp white envelope. She placed it gently on the edge of the couch, like a dealer setting the opening hand. “You’ll change your mind,” she said. “That might.”