Clara Tan Menikah Novels & Stories

Trying to figure out what made me the one who could make the stoic tycoon break all his rules. --- Clara had been sneaking a small cake from a waiter's tray. Her hand jerked and she put it back. She grabbed Song Sheng's arm, eyes huge, lips trembling. "Sheng. Sheng. Tell me my ears are broken." "My cousin. Did he just say... what did he just say?" "Married? To who? To Lisa?" "When did this happen? Why didn't I know?" "This is the biggest news ever and he didn't warn me?"

That the thought of his gaze on me again made my stomach twist in the most confusing way. So I shrugged instead. “He’s... fine. I guess.” Clara gasped. “Fine? Girl, are we looking at the same man? He’s not fine—he’s carved. Sculpted. Painted by angels.” I laughed despite myself. “You forgot ‘married.’” Clara wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, to a statue. From what I’ve heard, that woman is as cold as ice. Always spending money on expensive clothes and other flashy stuff. And get this—she likes to party and go to clubs. Like, which married woman does that?” She scoffed. “They’ve been married for years but she doesn’t even want to have children.”

“Already at the beach, and he’s so excited.” Clara shook her head. Her parents are really persistent that she is the one who is going to marry Aldrin today. A few moments later, Archer also arrived. Her son is super cute and looks masculine in what he’s wearing. “You and Archer, just stay here and wait for my go signal,” Tasya reminded her friend with a smile. The wedding venue is not far from Luke’s house, so it won’t be difficult for Clara to walk later. Her mother will be left behind, and the event will be watched outside from a surveillance camera.

"No." "It's just water. I'll be quick." "I said no." His voice was low, cold. "You're not here to drink. You're here to stand beside me. So stand." A reporter had been nearby. The story ran the next morning with a photograph of Clara's face flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears and the headline: Kingsley Heir Keeps Wife on Short Leash at Charity Gala. Clara had left the next day. Packed a small bag and disappeared. Cassian came home to an empty house and a long note explaining she needed time, that she felt invisible in her own marriage.

“Belongs? She probably doesn’t even know how to sit at a proper dinner table.” Naya laughed softly. “Yet here she is. Mrs. Greyson.” Clara’s fingers dug into her phone. “Don’t say that.” There was a brief pause. Naya lowered her voice. “So… what are you going to do?” Clara’s lips curled slowly. “What I always do. I don’t lose.” “She’s married to him,” Naya reminded her carefully. “So?” Clara shot back. “That marriage means nothing.” Naya hesitated. “The media seems convinced.”

Clara continued the discussion they had been having before I walked in. “The rich always marry rich. They never go lower,” Tina responded. “Who are we talking about here?” As a lover of gossip, I quickly pried. “Alpha Xavier’s new woman,” Clara told me, and my pulse quickened. Clara proceeded to inch closer to me and showed me a picture comparison. One was a photograph of a young woman with brown hair just like mine, while the other was the picture of Xavier and me where my face was hidden. “See? Doesn’t it look like the same person?” she asked.

The small smile on Maya’s lips froze when her gaze fell on the feminine figure on a red slutty gown walking into the living room with a bright smile. “Maya,” Kelvin called her out of her shock. “This is Clara and she has agreed to marry me and also take our baby as hers.” Maya’s hold on Kelvin’s arm dropped to her side. She didn’t know how to react in the presence of the other woman who looked ravishing while her on the other hand stood there with a protruding belly and probably fat too. “Hello Maya, Kelvin already told me everything and I’m willing to follow up on this journey.”

Then, Amelia asked, "So, are they divorced now?" "I did my magic, and Marcellus was able to convince her to sign the divorce papers," Clara stated with a smirk. "I spoke with him last night, and he confirmed that they are now divorced. I can't wait for him to pop the question. I want to be his wife," she said with a dreamy sigh. "By all means?" Amelia asked. "Absolutely," Clara replied.

Clara abruptly told Serenity and Lisa during their meal in the restaurant, leaving both of them shocked. Serenity was aware that Clara had decided to keep the baby, but she did not know Clara had plans to marry Wilson. "Clara? Y-You're pregnant?! Are you and Wilson getting back together?" Lisa was shocked and thought things were going a little too fast. "No. We're getting married only on paper. I want the baby to be a legitimate child, and, well, less gossip," Clara explained. "I'll divorce him in one year. Although married, we'll continue to live separately, away from each other."

Clara called out with a smile as she walked through the door to find Hardin smoking and looking at the view. "What do you want?" Hardin asked in an irritated tone. "You missed the proposal, Keir proposed to Octavia and she said yes."