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All the doors to the past suddenly opened. Clara’s parents were Nathan and Emelia Jacobs. He used to be the president of the biggest financial firm in the country. Her mom was an accountant before retiring to take care of her family. They went to the same college but did not really date until they both started working. That’s where they met and fell in love. There was no mention of any kidnapping, that’s why their trial never led them to the Jacobs’ family. They had an older daughter, Carmen. All the articles said she had died in a car accident.

Clark gnashed his teeth, feeling a surge of anger. It was clear that Richard was favoring Damon. Unlike Damon, however, Clark didn't have his own company and couldn't afford to defy Richard. He quickly lowered his head and spoke in a guilty tone. "You're right, Grandpa... I acted on impulse. Besides, Jordyn is carrying my child..." "Enough. I don't want to hear about your relationship problems anymore. You can go now," Richard cut him off sharply.

I thanked him and sat inside. "How are you Clark?"I asked him when he started to drive. "I am fine sweetie." he said smiling. He consider me as his daughter. He has two sons who work in our company under my brother. Clark often says that he sees in me the daughter he never had. "I am really curious as to why Mike asked me not to tell that I have you a ride home." he said looking in the mirror to see me. "You can tell brother that you picked me up if he asks."I said smiling to him.

It was a photo of Samuel hugging a wealthy woman. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have something to clarify." I picked up the microphone with a smile. Calm and composed, I continued, "Mr. Maxwell Clarke isn't a sponsored employee my wife so kindly supported. He's actually having an affair with her. "At the same time, he's also my mother's son out of wedlock, the son she had with Samuel Clarke, the homewrecker who caused my father's death." Five years ago, when my father died, I didn't reveal the truth because I wanted to preserve the Spencer family's dignity. All I did was send Samuel and Maxwell away from Reelsburg City.

When he rested his palm over the back of her hand, Jada smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Clark. I hope to live up to the expectations set by my parents and the company." There was a long pause, and then Mr. Clark sighed deeply, withdrawing his hand from hers as he wallowed in his head before meeting her eyes again, "Jada, your father was a peaceful man, and yet, his life was cut short along with your mother's... When I heard you got shot, I couldn't help but cry that they have got you too." Mr. Clark said, watching a look of confusion settle in her eyes. "They?... What do you know about my parents' death?"

The pride of a man who had put everything into one person and needed that person to be worth it. Had there been something else underneath that pride. Something that looked like relief. Like a man who had made a difficult decision and had spent thirty one years not looking back at it. Gerald reached out. He opened the folder. Clara Caldwell. Born thirty four years ago. Edward Caldwell is listed as father.

Clark shook his head, knowing that it's not totally impossible. Although Clark was one of the baddest mafias in town, he managed to keep his family away from his criminal activities. Apart from his ex-wife, and his old friends, no one else knew that Clark was a drug baron. At a point in his life, he actually wanted to give up crime forever, and make money legally, and also train his daughter up in the right way. But it seems your evil deeds will always come back in the future to hunt you. "Don't worry, dad. You'll see."

“So… wait. You’re telling me all this drama, all this inheritance stuff and everything, and you guys aren’t even related by blood?” I shrugged, nibbling on my cookie. “Clark’s always been a son of a bitch in every sense of the word. My dad only told me about this a few years ago, like he felt it was something the family had to know, one way or another.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Shit.”

Been forced and don't want his mother to get hurt, my son finally married a woman who was intensely approach him, that woman was Olivia Morgan who is now officially divorce from son," "At one year of marriage my son finally found out that Ms Morgan only wanted his wealth but having no choice he was forced to undergo an unhappy marriage. Until the third year, the descendants who will inherit our fortune haven't appeared either. In the end without us knowing Ms Morgan forced my son to have sex with a woman that later bear his child. That woman was the person whose photo was widely circulated on the internet, Emily Clark the maid at our Mansion. Ms Clark has given birth a baby who is a descenda

I looked at Rod and he could hardly breathe properly because of his anger towards that man. "Rod, let's go," I said. I'm scared. I'm scared of that Clark. I don't know how or why he knows about my kids. "That bastard is really stupid," Rod "He's Clarissa's brother and we’re not really in good terms." "Why?" How does Clark know that I gave birth to quintuplets by the way? "I don't know. I don't pay much attention to him. If he's mad about the company shares I have, I'll sell it back to them. I don't care about that."