Clarisse Agbegnenou Novels & Stories

The girl switched the camera direction to the rear so Antony could see the scene in front of Flavia. Antony's forehead furrowed slightly when he saw Claire. The girl was wearing a knee-length navy-white Heringbon chiffon dress with short sleeves and a V-neck that showed off her neck and a bit of her collarbone. Her long black hair was left to flow beautifully. She looked seductive, and beautiful despite her modesty. "Why did you leave without telling me?" Antony grumbled, trying to divert his attention from Claire. Abigail moved closer to Flavia's face until she was in a small corner of the screen. "We called you this morning, but your girlfriend said you had an appointment. So we decided to

muttered Claire tapping her finger on the table waiting for an account to emerge that she used to use before migrating to London due to her previous case . When the account has been established, she starts playing her fingers over the keyboard on the laptop and the numbers are printed on the laptop. She didn't even notice that the man behind her was watching her closely, except for Yoel of course, who was taking Jimmy's cellphone and himself's laptop wrestling on the sofa. Claire began to pay attention to some picture and one video. The caption information right below the video was explaining the chronology, which is the topic of the recording. She stopped playing the video at the 4th minu

she answered and the other person nodded then leave the sane way he came Roseline look around carefully and put on her cloak then made her way back to the palace without getting caught. ~ The door of the room opens and claire quickly jump on her feet rushing to the door to see Prince Michael coming in with Jain who run to hug her. They hug each other for a long while and Jain seize gbe opportunity to whisper things into her ears then disengage looking sorry after Claire walk up to him not looking flustered and put on a little smile instead "You finally arrive" "Yes and I brought little help" he said his eye full of questions to ask her "What questions do you have? I will answer them" she sai

Her smile didn’t touch her eyes. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Clarisse. PTA vice president.” I smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” She tilted her head, looking me up and down like I was a dish she didn’t order. “So... you’re the infamous Maya.” I blinked. “I’m sorry?” “You know,” she said, sipping her orange juice. “The ex. The one who disappeared without saying goodbye. Brave of you to show your face after all these years.”

“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”

He thought she might be taking advantage of his grandfather for money. Don Miguel’s hearty laughter brought Reed back to his senses. "No Reed, she’s not my girlfriend… This is Clarissa. She’s the daughter of our estate caretakers. She just returned from New York, where she works as a nurse.” “Since both of you are here, I want you to know that I want you two to get married in the future... She’s the one I want you to marry, grandson.” Both Reed and Clarissa fell silent, staring at Don Miguel

Clarisse's kindness was a tool I could use, a pathway to Tiffany's downfall. As we walked through the bustling streets, I observed Clarisse closely. She was genuinely warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. It was hard to believe that someone so kind could be involved with someone as malicious as Tiffany Davis. I needed to win her trust, become her confidante, so she would listen to my warnings about Tiffany. In her luxury villa, I saw glimpses of Clarisse's life—elegant furniture, tasteful art, and the subtle scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. It was a world far removed from my own, yet I needed to navigate it to achieve my goal.

And kept hidden from everyone. Michelle felt a chill. Victor said she was located in France? At that moment, Raymond’s phone buzzed again. He picked it up quickly. Raymond, came Victor’s voice. I found her. Clarissa’s alive. The room fell into silence. She’s living under a different name at a private psychiatric clinic in the French countryside, Victor explained. The staff believes she was admitted under certain orders for her safety. Eleanor used her connections to keep everything under wraps. Clarissa has been there for decades.

I could hardly catch my breath from the shock and fear. "CLARISSA! ARE YOU CRAZY?" Euclid was very angry. He held Clarissa's arm tightly, causing her to flinch in pain. “Why are you defending that woman? Did she put a spell on you?!” Clarissa looked at me. “Are you fond of clinging to those with money? What kind of nose do you have that you can smell wealthy people? You befriended Lapesigue's cousin because they are wealthy, Karen whose parents own a resort, you also seduced Rod, and now Euclid and Andrea?”

Clarisse’s gown shimmered softly under the low lights, her posture regal, her smile poised in that maddening way that said she had already won. “Elara,” she greeted smoothly, rising just enough to brush her cheek with a kiss that didn’t touch. “How radiant you look tonight.” Elara forced a small, neutral smile, sliding into the chair opposite. “And you, as always, ready for the cameras, even when there are none.” Clarisse’s laugh was quiet, controlled. “There are always cameras. Never forget that.” Menus were offered and dismissed. Clarisse had already ordered the wine, of course she had. The glasses filled silently, the ruby liquid catching candlelight like blood caught in crystal.