Clarissa Lawson Novels & Stories

Gina said while frowning. "Well you are right, but I think something happened overnight that called for our attention.” Madam Lydia said and extended her hand. “Here it is for you to read.” Quickly Alexis and Gina scrambled togetherto read thenewspaper content. Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake.

Clarissa placed her hand over her chest as if in concern. “I was deeply shocked, of course. But I believe it was just a small incident. After all, everyone has their own way of… making an impression in this industry.” “There are rumors you were involved in the incident.” Clarissa chuckled softly. “Please, I’m not the type to hold grudges. I believe in quality—not drama.” --- Back at the apartment, Evelyn opened her phone and saw a tabloid headline. Clarissa’s face filled the screen, along with the biting quote:

Clarissa loved the outfit she was wearing, she clicked a ton of pictures in it and this was the first time she clicked her pictures, she's never believed she was beautiful enough to have her pictures clicked. She loved tweed outfits but never had the courage to try it on, she thought it would never look good on her but now that she was wearing it, she loved it. Clarissa and Lily arrived at Knightsbridge and entered the house as they saw Zared standing in the middle of the living room, he haulted his steps when he saw both of them, it was around 5

"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.

Who was that? Nora's expression hardened slightly as Clarissa turned to look at her, "Elara, I thought Claudine died. Why is she…" Before Clarissa could say more, Nora quickly cut her off. "Meet Cassia Sterling," she introduced gently. "A promising young designer."

“Clarissa felt disgusted seeing her unrepent look. She breathes in a deep breath. “Clara, you just broke the law with your actions! This is pure attempted murder!” However, Clara wasn’t a bit interested in whether she was breaking the rules or not. Instead, she was full of contempt. “Miss Clarissa, are you trying to teach me the law? Oh, let me guess you are trying to be a comedienne now. I understand you might think your joke is funny, but it is not funny to me at all. Next time I see you, if Drew refuses my stay in the villa, I will do the same thing, or more. By then, you and your child would only be alive to tell the story by luck.”

"Vivienne will finish it!" Clarissa's scream echoed as the police dragged her away. I stood frozen. Vivienne? Which Vivienne is Clarissa talking about? I tried to remember. The name was familiar but I couldn't place why Clarissa would mention— "Who is Vivienne?" Detective Harris asked. I turned to her. Still confused. "I... I don't understand what Clarissa said." My mind raced. Vivienne. Then realization dawned. "Wait." I looked at the detective. "Could it be that Clarissa is referring to Vivienne Laurent? Henry's girlfriend?"

The next morning. Louisa and Clarissa climbed down the stairs fully dressed for work. Both ladies had their hair laying on their shoulders. Clarissa was in a velvet colored gown. The gown was tight on her body and showed her every curve, her hips were threatening to tear the sides of the skirt. Louisa smiled seeing the middle aged woman sit on the dining chair. "Aunty!" She smiled rushing to her. "Baby girl. " She smiled as Louisa bent to kiss her.

“I wasn't the reason they broke up. Eric realized and saw her for who she truly was. Clarissa never really loved him. She was only with him for the money and the affluence that came with being a Gonzales.” She even threw in a bonus: “Besides, we’re not even real sisters. Clarissa was an affair baby of my father and his mistress. And she was a junky, and promiscuous.” A slow, internal fire was building in my gut. I thought: She really does know how to evoke emotion, doesn't she? Playing the victim card, painting Clarissa as the villain while she, the sole mastermind, sits here, an image of injured innocence. But her pretense didn't get to me. I simply pushed back on her strongest point.

I put some makeup over my face with Rouge Splash shade lipstick to my lips and pulled out my black stone earrings and wore them. I took my purse and walked over to my footwear column and took my black high heels out, I wore them and stared at my reflection, A satisfied smile made its way up to my lips as I watched my reflection in the mirror. I turned around and my phone began ringing really loud, I quickly took it out and glanced at the caller id. It was from Lydia. I answered it, "Hello" "Hello Clarissa, come down, we're waiting for you," she said through the phone,