Davina Claire Dead Novels & Stories

Ariana whispered. The woman lifted her eyes toward Ariana. A sad smile appeared on her face. "Hello, Ariana." The familiar voice sent chills through Ariana's body. Years ago, Claire had been one of the company's most respected executives. She had disappeared shortly before David's reported death. Everyone believed she had died during an overseas assignment. Everyone. Apparently everyone had been lied to.

So why would I ever trust the people she'd left for me? That was exactly what they wanted. They wanted me to die without ever realizing what was happening and to be cut off from everyone loyal to Mom. Then, when I was gone, taking over the company would be easy. They really had thought of everything, except for one thing—me getting a second chance to live. My second life had ruined their plan. The moment Claire told me she'd escaped the villa through the dog hole, I knew she was lying. That hole had been filled in years ago after the puppy died.

When he arrived near the house, Claire with quickly opened the car's door and entered the small metal house that was on the painting beside the door. When she is inside, she starts activating Jimmy's laptop which is lying on the table and after it was on, she looks for something from a search site. She really stuck in there until some guy come in to the room. "Hurry up ..." 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 ..

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

a young man reported to his commander. If they didn't know Claire's status as a commander in this special forces, they would have thought that this woman was an ordinary woman, but her appearance now seemed far from that. "They can't just die from drowning at the bottom of the lake!" Claire hissed fiercely. She still couldn't forget what those astral beings had done to her. She was unconscious when it all happened until the special forces team found her in the kitchen. And then Claire got the news that her best friend, Ellen, had passed away and it was very likely that those bastard creatures had killed her. It was an indisputable fact, there were no other suspects in this case.

Darren added, giving Claire a reassuring nod. Claire chose to shut her mind from everything that had happened. I should let what I don't understand and can't control out of my mind. There's something I need to figure out. She didn't die by accident; she knew something, Claire thought. Her feet lagged behind as she opened the door to the bathroom. Her skin felt raw, and she started bleeding. She didn't want Lucas to come rushing again, so she reluctantly took a shower, with every drop causing pain.

Claire smiled slowly at her reflection. Paul was dead. The mate who never truly wanted her. Now Adele was dead too, the woman who stole Paul’s heart. Serena was dead. Another loose end removed. And now Valentino… her loyal but overly curious cousin was dead too. Claire tilted her head slightly, admiring herself. Then her smile widened. She had won. Or so she believed.

Claire fell down, she was a chair in front of Leon, her knees felt weak. "Leon ... I guess ..." "What, Claire?" Leon asked while holding back his annoyance. "I think my mother is dead," replied Claire. Her tears broke again even though she tried to hold them back. "Don't talk nonsense!" snapped Leon as he rose to his feet. “I don't know what to think, Leon… I'm just so tired. I don't even know if I still want to live in a situation like this," replied Claire. She just wanted to be honest, even if it sounded really sad. Claire knew she shouldn't despair like this, but Claire was just a human. She wasn't Athena, nor Aphrodite, Claire was just Claire. She was tired, she wanted her quiet life as

she muttered and looked around to see it in the drawer. She stretched out her hand, groaning in between because of the pain. The things she does just to be with Drexton. She turned on her phone. Countless notifications began popping up. A smile appeared on her lips as she read the new headlines. "This morning, Clara, the maid responsible for Caius and his wife's death, was found dead. Investigations are still ongoing as the reason for her death is not quite clear. Traces of red lines were found on her neck. Some said she committed suicide, others say someone killed her. One thing the police are sure of is that she died by her handcuffs."