Clara Read Mga Nobela at Kwento

Clara James POV “Is something wrong?” I wiped my smile fast. “No. Nothing.” He nodded and focused back on the road. I opened my phone and went back to one of my erotic novels. I read them in secret. No one knew. “Finally!” I screamed in excitement and joy. Finally, the hero fucked the heroine after all that suffering. Mr. Adrian Cole frowned and looked at me in confusion. “What happened?” He asked with concern, glancing at my phone.

Her oversized hoodie swallowed her whole. She looked up and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. I tried to walk right past her. "Jaxson, wait," Clara called out. Her voice was small and hesitant. I stopped and turned around. "What do you want?" She hugged the books tighter to her chest. She could not even look me in the eye. "Maya and I are studying late for a test. I might miss the bus. I just wanted to ask if I could ride home with you in your car."

"I know that, baby." Clara's hand came out to feel the necklace. Her fingers trembled as she took it. Her name was written on the silver, tidy—Clara. Plain. Gorgeous. Special. She couldn't help but sense the feelings streaming through her heart. Anger. Regret. Loss. And something else which she refused to acknowledge. Diana glided in unseen, her eyes drinking in the scene in front of her. "He has not forgotten you," she breathed. "I don't want his presents," Clara gasped, shoving the necklace aside. "I want Ruby to sleep tonight without screaming herself into exhaustion. I want not to be afraid of the dark anymore."

What time is it? Where is Clara?

A pawn, just like me. As I get ready to have a shower, my thumb hovers before I scroll down to a specific contact. Clara. I told her I’d check in before leaving the mansion. It’s just routine, I tell myself. I need to know if everything’s running smoothly. But that’s not the whole truth, is it? I open the message screen and start typing. Me: Anything unusual at the mansion? Let me know. She’s probably in Ella's room again, with another movie and a bowl of popcorn, munching in the most ungraceful manner possible. Or maybe outside in the garden, where she always seems to find some peace.

CHAPTER FIFTY CLARA'S POV We finished the tasks on a good slate today, the little brat seemed to be happy that she obeyed everything I instructed. The instant we finished I carried her to the room to wash up. “Get my daughter ready?” Adrian instructed through the call line. I dressed the young girl into a pink barlie gown matched with a black shoes. Later in the day he came back with his hands filled with chocolate. “Clara I want to see you.” He muted, instantly fear gripped through my thighs. Was I in a very terrible situation? Or does he want to screw between my painful holes.

The office door opened again with a gentle click, the brass bells above it chiming softly. Clara stepped inside, carrying a thermos and three ceramic mugs. She wore a soft grey sweater, her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She smiled warmly at Adonis, entirely comfortable in her own skin, the old defensive posture of the high-end escort completely replaced by the grounded grace of a woman who had reclaimed her own narrative. "I saw the lights from the cottage," Clara said, setting the thermos down on the desk and pouring the steaming tea. "I figured the legal vanguard of the city must have made landfall."

Sunlight streamed through the tall front windows, falling in pale gold panels across the polished floorboards. Perched on a small wooden stool in the fiction aisle, Clara rearranged a display of classics with slow, deliberate movements. She handled each book as though it possessed a pulse. Her long dark hair was pinned back loosely, though strands had escaped near her temples. She wore a soft cream sweater, its cuff faintly stained with ink — a quiet emblem of devotion rather than carelessness. “Clara, dear,” called Mrs. Dalloway from the counter, her tone grave with theatrical concern, “your poetry section has been disturbed.”

Clara said. "I'll go take a shower now" ***** Clara got out of the bedroom and wore her nightgown. She took out her laptop and opened it. She had been busy all day and didn't get the chance to review the file forwarded to her. As she buried her head in her work,her phone rang out. She looked at the caller ID,it was an unknown number. She hesitated before she picked up the phone "Clara speaking,Who are you?"Clara asked.