Novel & Cerita Clarissa Granger

Mrs Frazier replied instead. "It's funny that even though you hate me, you would rather see me with your son than Selena," Clarissa muttered rising to her feet as she grabbed her purse on the couch. "Send the money, Don't make me come back here again because if I do then I won't waste any time running my mouth to Aiden about our little secret." "I will," Mrs. Frazier replied. "Good, do have a lovely day dear," Clarissa chuckled leaving the library, as she came out of the office she looked both way suspiciously like someone had been standing by but she couldn't see anyone in sight.

So far, no one came forward to hold us accountable. “You got lucky, you bastard,” I shouted over my shoulder as I poured myself another glass of whiskey. “So, until I get Cello Clare here, tell me how we’re doing on the other deal? Clarissa what?” “Clarissa Ward. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of her, but you can look her up on the internet to see what she looks like.” I didn’t wait for another invitation and opened my laptop. The moment I associated her name with a face, I was simply speechless. She looked so familiar. Those eyes. No, it wasn’t possible. This woman is a high-class journalist, and that was an art enchantment.

He emphasized how generous we were being to the Lycans by providing them with financial aid. The Lycan King was frowning, and my mom whispered insults about his mate's cheap dress under her breath. My dad was unapologetic and unbothered after making the Lycans wait for hours. The superiority in his tone made me shake my head at his foolishness. "And now ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome my beloved daughter Clarissa, who graduated from Harvard with a first-class degree in robotics last year and now has her own tech company. She's so beautiful, intelligent, smart..."

you are the best grandma" Meanwhile.. Clarissa's jaw clenched in anger listening to their pathetic moment, she closed the door behind her and moved to her bed where she took a seat.. Her fist pounded against the soft mattress in anger. "Why Hardin? just why? I'm very much prettier and sexier than that arrogant witch! why do you have to tag me as only a friend?! you're more than that to me!" She gritted.. Her hand found one of the pillows lying around, she grabbed one of it and flung it across the room to vent her boiling anger.. "Alexa Sterling! I should have known earlier that you would eventually become an obstacle between Hardin and I, I shouldn't have been nice to you from the start even

“You… what are you saying?” Clarissa smiled sweetly, pretending not to notice Kimmy’s anger. “I just want you to know… Gray isn’t entirely yours. He’s a free man. And last night, he showed me I meant something to him.” Kimmy abruptly stood, her face flushed with anger mixed with a pain she couldn’t explain. “You cheap woman!” Clarissa feigned surprise, though her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. She had struck deep into the woman’s heart. “Why? Are you jealous? Haven’t you always acted cold toward him? If you can’t make him happy, then let me do it.”

"You designated my touch as poison, while you worshiped his frame until dawn? Perfect. Let's witness exactly how long you can worship his corpse after this." Clarissa snatched her designer handbag, shoving her phone and several critical dossiers into it with panicked, rushed movements. She would not remain quarantined inside this penthouse to weep over her fate another second. She was Clarissa, the sole heiress of the Wijaya Group’s most formidable corporate ally, and she possessed every single ace card required to transform Darren’s life into an absolute living hell.

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of that

I said slowly, “someone in his orbit is complicit. Either way, we follow this to the end.” Back in the hallway, my phone vibrated. I ignored the first few calls, then answered. “Grant.” “Sir, it’s Clarissa. She’s demanding to see me. She says she needs to talk.” His tone was cautious. Clarissa. The name was a thorn. “On speaker,” I said. Her voice came through, brittle. “Xander, You have Cross? You have Voss? You’re… you’re moving faster than I thought.” “Talk,” I said.

Gehrmann, livid, deleted everything related to Clarissa. If she could block him, he could do the same. Let her keep him blocked forever!