Novel & Cerita Claire Holt Young

CLAIRE The stage lights were warm and blinding, casting long shadows across the auditorium. My name echoed through the speakers as the host introduced me-"Claire Anderson, survivor, daughter, advocate." A soft applause followed, polite and curious. I stood from my seat, smoothed the front of my black dress with trembling hands, and made my way to the podium.

They are too busy with the program. Claire looked at more of the guest list and suddenly an idea came to her head when she saw the name Madame Marry Arnette Joyle, an ambassador for the country of Canada. She was tall and slender and she looked young and attractive. She was probably only in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was jet black. Claire clapped her hands once when she came up with that good idea. "What?" asked Fox, who was surprised. "I'm going to buy hair dye," Claire replied.

Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. ♤♤♤♤ THE BEGINNING ♤♤♤♤ “Hey! Watch it freak!” A student bumped into Claire Wilson as she was walking to her next class, making her fall. But instead of apologizing, the screamed at her. Claire Wilson is a beautiful eighteen years old girl with pale and delicate skin. Black and white baby eyes. And mostly, long deep brown hair with little curls that go down to her waist. And that's one thing many of the female students are jealous of.

Melinda’s POV Claire West was exactly what I expected. Perfect posture. Crisp blazer. No visible flaws. The kind of woman who spoke in statements that felt like they’d already been edited and approved for publication. We met in a private conference room at the Hotel Belvedere. James sat between us, but not as a buffer. He knew better. Claire offered a tight smile. “Melinda Holt. In the flesh.” I returned it. “Claire West. Still wearing black and judgment, I see.”

Next to her sat a teenage girl playing with her phone, whom Claire guessed was her daughter. "You're here too," Claire said, genuinely surprised by her boss's presence. "Of course, I had to come. Think of it as a vacation with my daughter," Shelly replied casually. "Kei, meet Claire Hampton, my coworker." She drew her daughter's attention. The teenager looked up, smiled warmly at Claire, and said, "Hi!" "How old are you?" Claire asked, curious. "Fifteen," Kei answered politely. "In that case, you're not too far apart in age," Claire noted, turning her gaze toward Abigail and Flavia. "This is Abigail, and this is Flavia. They're both thirteen, which makes them your younger classmates."

Tell me how that makes sense. --- I closed the curtains tightly and opened the drawer beneath the liquor cabinet. The house staff knew not to disturb me anymore. Henry must have paid them well to look the other way. I pulled out a plain black folder and laid it open across the table. Photos. Background checks. A few printed emails. Claire Walsh, aged twenty-five. Multiple aliases during her captivity. A series of encrypted signals was sent from Montenegro. The girl was clever—I’ll give her that. But I was patient.

The guests immediately looked over. They recognized the woman as Chelsea Holt, the youngest daughter of the Holt family. They had already heard that the eldest daughter of the Holt family, Joanne Holt, had become Mason Campos’ woman. The smart ones immediately figured out what was going on when they saw this scene. Someone attentively came forward and asked, “Young Lady Holt, what’s wrong?”

Hunter smirked as he breathed across from her face. Tbc... To those thinking how come Claire's a CE at such a young age. Come on, when a 5 yr old can hack into his billionaire father's company systems and make him almost go bankrupt, then my FL is still more mature than that 🤣

But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn’t over the little similarities between us, I had to clarify this and put it to rest before moving on to another caller. “My name is Claire, I'm eighteen years old, Mister Miguel, and I lived with my mom and my big sister Victoria. Our dad is Austin Kendall and he has a new wife and a third daughter. Is that all you wish to know about me?” she asked me, smiling so beautifully. I felt my eyes tearing up once more and I had to blink suddenly before my tears spilled down my cheeks.