Clarissa Granger Novels & Stories

Alec called. She beamed as she joined us. “Good evening, Alec. For a moment, I thought you weren't going to make it.” “I wouldn't miss it for the world,” Alec replied. Clarissa's gaze shifted to me. Her smile grew as she stretched a hand forward. “Hi. I'm Clarissa Wren, heir to Washington's most luxurious wine empire,” she said. I took her hand. “Mabel Parker.” “Your dress is stunning. Who are you wearing?” she asked.

Her eyes lingered on me with the kind of petty disdain that only came from deep, boiling jealousy. Clarissa is the daughter of one of the directors at Nathaniel’s hospital. She’s always overdressed like she belonged on a pole, always acting insecure, and chronically obsessed with me. She made it her personal mission to undermine my position as Nathaniel’s wife. Always throwing digs, spreading rumors, trying to claw her way into circles already in. I knew she was the one leaking rumors about me on the internet, she had to be. I didn’t know where she got the confidence. Certainly not from her looks. And definitely not from her place in society because she’d always be beneath me.

The whole truth is I'm not even interested in knowing them. "So why here are only few students where are the others?" I asked changing the topic. "Nothing much someone has a bad luck today" Stacey replied. I got confused. "Who and how?" I again asked getting curious. "A newbie crashed into Grace Anderson when she was taking her food to her table and ruined her uniform." Who is Grace?

“Not this again. I’m not parading some gold-digger around just to appease a gossip mill.” Jay held up a hand. “Who said anything about a gold digger? You’ve got someone perfect already working for you.” I blinked at him, confused. “Who?” He smirked. “Clarissa.” I stared at him, the idea as absurd as the rumors themselves. “Clarissa? My assistant?” “Think about it,” Jay said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “She’s professional, capable, and already close enough to you for it to seem natural. She’s not part of the socialite circus, and she’s got just enough mystery to keep the media hooked.”

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

"I gave that man years of my life. I built a home with him. And the moment this woman walked into our lives, she saw a bank account and an easy path to wealth. She didn't care that he was married. She didn't care about the family name or the respect we had in this city. She wanted the lifestyle, and she took it." Drake stepped up beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her while holding a sheaf of legal notices toward the cameras. "This is about accountability," Drake announced, his voice cutting through the press noise. "We are serving legal notice to the estate tonight. Clarissa Bright is a gold digger who used personal manipulation to secure a spot in the family mansion while

In a bid to change the subject and rescue the room from the awkwardness it had endured, I turned to face the ponytail woman. “Who exactly are you?” I asked her. She kept quiet, refusing to answer until her father did for her. ‘This is Clarissa Thorpe. She was a doctor at the Blood Fang pack and is a cousin to the current Beta of the pack, Beta Clarke.” He said, “So you can see that it is entirely safe for us to trust her words.”

Or did he fabricate an entire lie that has messed with my head, making me think I feel sparks? Or maybe Jasper is behind this... Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat alerts me of their presence. Whirling around, I'm caught in the gaze of Grayson, and he doesn't look very happy. Actually, he doesn't even look sane.

"You're his assistant, Adrian? Could you please order drinks from the front?" Who was this woman? Clara stared at the exclusive VIP card she was handed. Owners Clarissa! Clara felt a sense of familiarity. She planned to search for her on Baidu once she had the card. 'No way! Clarissa is a gold mining entrepreneur and owner of a globally famous app. If that's the case, she's probably very close to Adrian.' After putting her phone away, Clara bought the best drinks in the cafe using Clarissa's gold VIP card and returned with three drink tumblers to the table where her boss was sitting.

But beneath that polish, a sharp current moved, invisible but lethal. The two detectives across from her … Harris and Lorne had seen men and women who broke down in every conceivable way: tears, denial, silence, screams. Clarissa was different. She smiled, faint, almost indulgent, as if the entire situation were an inconvenience rather than the collapse of her life. “You’ve got it all wrong,” she began, her tone smooth as ever. “I know what that man said. He’s delirious. He would say anything for a deal. But if you really want the truth, you should look elsewhere.”