Novel & Cerita Davina Claire Dead

“They found her.” Relief flashed through Amelia. For exactly one second. Then Claire continued. “Dead.” The word hit like a bomb. Silence exploded across the room. Dead. The maid was dead. Which meant whoever was behind all of this had just silenced the only witness. And if they were willing to kill once… They might be willing to kill again. Then Claire said something even worse. “They found a note.” Ethan’s expression hardened. “What note?” Claire looked directly at Amelia. And quietly read the message aloud.

Kaelen remained rooted in place like a statue, transfixed by the match. I spotted Damian across the arena. He was surrounded by men and women with glowing eyes. They all watched the fight with rapt enthusiasm. I scanned the members of Eclipse, unsure of what I was looking for—Orion, maybe? He wasn’t among them. My gaze lifted to the private boxes higher up, and a familiar delicate profile with short blond hair caught my attention. Every cell in my body froze. Claire. But it couldn’t be her. She was dead. I’d seen her body hanging in our dorm room with my own eyes.

He looked like an elder statesman, his silver hair and benevolent smile the perfect camouflage for a man who had just ordered a silent execution. ​"The broadcast was... unfortunate," Sterling began, his voice a polished, rhythmic baritone. "A tragic glitch in the system. The public believes it was a deep-fake, an elaborate prank by a hacker group. Julian’s death has been ruled a heart attack brought on by the stress of his son’s mental health crisis. And Claire? Claire Vance remains a tragic figure who passed away twenty years ago." ​"We saw her, Edward," Lucas said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "We stood in the nursery. We stood in the lilies. You can't erase a living person with a

A name that tasted like regret. I pulled up the old encrypted file from the Dankworth private server. Claire had signed an NDA when we ended things, a condition Lance had insisted on. Not for scandal prevention, but because some of her last actions had nearly compromised a corporate merger. A knock broke the silence. Calder stepped inside, no smile, no warmth, just the look of a man who'd spent a life watching other people's lies unravel. "She's a ghost," he said without preamble, dropping a thin manila folder on my desk. "Claire Morrison disappeared from her public life two years ago. Deleted social media, closed her practice, left her penthouse in Tribeca. Went off-grid."

It was very unusual. “Hello!” I said as I picked up. "Claire’s gone!" she shouted the moment I picked up. "What?" I sat up straight. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. “What the hell do you mean, gone?" "She got wasted at the club, Theo. Some guy, an Alpha named Dave, offered to buy her drinks and then...she had too much to drink and he took her away when he realised she was no longer in control. “I tried to stop him, but I didn’t get the chance. I think Claire’s in danger!"

"Whatever you're seeing it's not her. It's the house." Serena blinked. The presence faded. The hallway went back to being just a hallway. Serena stood very still for a moment. Then she bent down and picked up her device from the floor. Checked it. Made a note in her book with a hand that was only slightly unsteady. "Claire was my colleague," she said. Not looking at Evelyn. "She died seventeen years ago. In a house not unlike this one." "I'm sorry," Evelyn said. "I should have been prepared for that," Serena said. More to herself than to Evelyn. "I knew the house would find something. I just thought I had buried that deep enough."

Leo finally replied. “Agreed,” Arsen answered firmly. "Ahem… so here’s the thing. Actually, Claire is a college student who moved here a year ago from… umm… I heard it was Canada. Or was it Florida? I don’t know. But at first, everything was fine. Until one day, someone tried to harm Claire—you know, rape her. But unfortunately, the man failed—I don’t know who saved her. Then a few days later, the man who tried to rape Claire was found dead. An eyewitness saw that the one who killed him was a girl who looked like Claire, but she appeared more beautiful and cruel, dressed all in black.” Leo paused his story and took a sip of his nearly empty bourbon.

Now wasn't the time to hide anything else. “Tessa discovered that Klara killed Alec,” Davin said, almost inaudible. “What?” Salima asked, confused. “We found a bunch of evidence that all leads to Klara doing it. We haven’t talked to her yet, and that's why I told Tessa to wait but she didn’t listen.” Salima staggered back a bit, her head suddenly spinning. “I don’t understand.” She said, voice breaking. “And that’s not all.” Davin scoffed.

I am now wearing a round-neck t-shirt and high-waist square pants shorts. "Mr. Rey!" I knocked on the car window. "Mr. Rey??!" I called our driver. He was inside the car and seemed to have fallen asleep. After a few seconds, he woke up and got out of the car in a panic. "I-I'm sorry ma'am Claire, I didn't mean to fall asleep." This is David's fault! Because of him our maids, guards, and drivers are getting afraid even to me they're scared as well. "Have you eaten?" I asked and he shook his head.

He must have been feeling light headed, from all the blood he’d lost. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, and I noted the gentle lilt to his manner of speech. “Claire,” I said. “And don’t call me sweetheart.” “I’m Declan. What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” I rolled my eyes, tugging down one of my sweatshirt sleeves and pressing it against his forehead in an attempt to stem the bleeding. “I’m not such a nice girl. And if you don’t quit being so goddamned smarmy, I’m just gonna let this bleed until you pass out.” He smiled up at me then, a bright, earnest thing that lit up his entire face. I found myself smiling back.