Clara Valac Novels & Stories

“And if I want more than professional distance?” Her pulse betrayed her. “Then you’ll have to earn it,” she said. “Without hiding behind power.” For a moment, it felt like he might kiss her. Instead, he stepped back. That restraint that choice hit her harder than any touch could have. The statement went live. Clean. Direct. Unavoidable. Clara Evans operates independently of Vale Industries and the Vale Foundation. Any suggestion otherwise is inaccurate. The reaction was immediate. Support. Speculation. Backlash. And then, A leak.

She looked radiant, laughing into the crook of his neck. Then, the camera panned. There was Mia. Valencia’s daughter. The girl was dressed in a miniature silk gown, looking confused as Clara leaned down to kiss her cheek for the photographers. Below me, I heard a sound. It wasn't a cry. It was a low, guttural snarl, like a wounded predator realizing the trap was still closing. Valencia’s hands were shaking. Her knuckles were white as she stared at the screen, watching her life being lived by a pretender.

All the anger she showed at Lucas when he returned home that morning did make her feel a little better, but she wasn't completely better. Rafael and Beatrice had come to her house to give more explanations about what had happened. Clara welcomed them, but she didn't accept any explanations about their clan. And Lucas agreed with her decision to refuse to enter the clan, even though she was an official member of the ElWagner clan due to her status as the daughter of the Wagner family.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

“She’ll guide you through patient charting. Once you’re done, report back to me. No delays.” Clara blinked, clutching the files. “Uh… who’s Nurse Valentina?” I stopped and turned to look at her, my expression unreadable. “The tall woman with the sharp tongue and an even sharper eye for detail. You’ll know her when you see her.” Clara hesitated. “And if I don’t?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Then ask someone, Clara. Rule number four: don’t waste time guessing. If you don’t know something, find out. Quickly.”

Old anger I thought I buried. “You didn’t push,” I said. “You schemed. You lied. You tried to turn his family against me. You sent those photos. The ones that almost broke us.” Clara shrugged. “I was in love. People do stupid things when they’re in love.” Valerio stepped between us. “You weren’t in love. You wanted what Elena had. The name. The villa. The power. You never wanted me. You wanted to win.” Her eyes flashed. “Maybe. But I would have fought cleaner than Anya. I wouldn’t have put a gun to your chest. I would have taken care of you.”

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

How dare that penniless, cheap whore try to link up with her son again ? "Valeria..." Mrs. Clara hissed, her voice dripping with absolute venom. The burning anger in her chest was so intense it made her knuckles turn white as she gripped her phone. "I knew that little rat would try to crawl back the moment Julian returned to this city. She wants his money, she wants his fame, and she is using her disgusting body to get it!"

“Are you allowed to go?” Val rolled her eyes at her friend. “I’m his fiancée Claire, not a lap dog or anything.” “So, you’re free to go after class?” “Yes.” Valentina looked up at her friend and classmate. Claire was one of those people who didn’t know about her world, and that’s how Val wanted to keep it. She didn’t hang out much with her outside of class, so when she asked, she was quick to say yes to get away from that mafia world.