Clara Tan Menikah Novels & Stories

“It’s okay to get married, but I will be the one to decide when to divorce.” Clara stunned. She stared at the man seriously and tried to find out some clues. But it wasn’t easy to find the clues on an unbeaten elite. After a moment. “Okay.” Clara nodded her head. The important thing for now was to take back the shares. It was not a loss to marry with a guy who was perfect in every field. “Do you bring your identity card?” Jones kept all the documents on his table and walked to Clara. “Huh?” The topic turned too fast and Clara didn't get it at the moment.

"My name is Clara Vance, and I am the founder and CEO of V-Tech Industries." The room erupted. Reporters scrambled to get closer. "Miss Vance! There are rumors you were married to Julian Thorne! Is it true you've been his housewife for three years?" a journalist yelled. Clara leaned into the microphone, a small, icy smirk playing on her lips. "I was a wife, yes. But I found the position… underwhelming. I’ve decided to return to a role that requires more intelligence and significantly less cooking." Julian felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He stared at the screen, his blood running cold. She looked beautiful. She looked powerful. She looked like a stranger.

I leaned back and locked eyes with a pair of dark brown obsidian orbs that registered worry. "How did you find out my babe?" "Kat told me . you can't hide stuff from me." Clara sat up pulling my white long sleeve shirt over her head she straddled me and kissed me slow and sweet. "Good morning Clara doe." Smiling back at me locking eyes with me she replied. "Mr Carlyle ...Perelli. Damn I need to get used to the fact that I'm dating another Perelli." "This one plans on having you barefoot , pregnant, and baking ."

I spat, the name tasting like ash. "In the flesh. Or what’s left of it after you tried to bury me in that legal mess back in Singapore," Julian said, strolling toward the head of the table. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He pulled out the chair directly opposite me and sat, leaning back with his fingers interlaced. "I hear you’ve been busy. A new wife? Already? You always were a romantic, Cassian. Or a fool. It’s hard to tell the difference." Clara moved toward him, her hand landing on his shoulder in a way that confirmed every suspicion I’d ever had. She wasn't just working with him; she was under his thumb.