Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

RYAN. In the car, Claire had stretched foward a familiar small bag which I guessed contained the black T-shirt she wore on the rainy day. "Don't worry about it. You can keep it" I said casually. "I made sure it's dry cleaned" she mentioned. "Good for you" I replied. She rolled her eyes. "Rich kids like you don't value things like this anyways" "Last I checked I'm not a kid. I should be the one calling you a kid instead"

I laughed with him, and after we stopped, he turned serious. “I can never do anything bad to you.” “Sounds like a promise.” He placed a wetless kiss on the crown of my head. “It is.” Clinton brought out two bags from his side and handed one to me. “You should change into this so that you won’t be drenched too much.” I grabbed the bag from him and pulled out black leggings and a sports bra. I quickly put them on, well aware that he was staring at my naked body. Red tints filled my cheeks by the time I was done. He was already dressed as well in black shorts and a black singlet that showed off all his goodies.

Kent hesitantly scratched his nape. "Oh that," Claire grinned. "That's okay. That's completely okay." "I don't think that was. Claire, you are my boss. I feel ashamed behaving that way in front of you. That's why I was hoping to buy you dinner." Claire's lashes flew up in bewilderment as she studied him. Kent was a handsome man with deep bedroom blue eyes, jaw finely angular like a cut diamond, and hair so naturally brown that it felt like he had recently dyed them. But that was how they always looked. Dyed.

Everyone was seated in the living room. "A scandal is the least thing we need right now. Now this happens! Steve spat. "That darn Lauren girl. I knew for a fact that Lance picked that thing up from the slum! She's so unsophisticated. She's an embarrassment to the Clawson name" Greg fired. "For once I'll have to agree with you on this one Greg. We can't let that wrench push us deeper into the pit Ronald dug for us" Fred said and Ronald bit his lips in annoyance.

The fall of the House of Van Doren was not a quiet affair. It was a spectacular, public disintegration that gripped the city for months. After the night at the pier, the threads of their empire unraveled with terrifying speed. Investigations revealed a rotting core of corruption: the bribing of Detective Cliffer, the systematic tampering with evidence, and finally, Jessica’s harrowing, recorded confession regarding the cold-blooded murder of Gracious Auckan.

“First of all…What exactly was that husband-and-wife performance?” “It wasn’t a performance. It was the quickest way to get Kingston off her back.” Hale raised an eyebrow. “And why are you bothered about getting Kingston off Klaire’s back?” “You know…” “…Lance is my friend, Aleks” I sighed when that name popped into my consciousness. “I know.” “And I’m not about to sit back and watch you create this drama that’ll end with me attending somebody’s funeral.” I looked at him blankly. “You’re exaggerating.”

I am capable enough of finding a work place for myself, if not then I might as well contact the modelling agencies that are desperate to have me. Alex and Amanda just talked for hours and hours, smiling and fooling around as I typed out a few emails, I took a work from home leave for the day which Felix happily granted. I got a message from Mr. Gray asking if I knew anything about the scar on his face. After him asking that I realized I was wearing two rings on my hands, they may have scratched his face when I slapped him.

"I think I just saw Cedric." Clint was happily looking at his bank statement. In the good old days, his income was much higher, but after experiencing a downturn, he was almost penniless. Hence, he was over the moon to see so much money in his account once again. In confusion, he looked up and asked, "Cedric?" "Faye's man," Lizzie reminded him. Clint counted again and confirmed there were seven zeros in his balance, then he put away his phone. "Isn't he from the Shaw family in Jeorgia? Why is he here in Jorn City?"

The decisions on what to do with the people involved were finally in place. A deputy manager at Jasperia Textiles took the fall for Hoyt and Cilix for the pollution scandal of the Lowe Clan village. Hoyt had to dig deep into his own pockets to cover the village's clean-up costs, and on the down-low, he was also shelling out big bucks to the deputy manager's family, wiping out his life's savings. Money for freedom. It was a tough pill to swallow, but Hoyt had no choice. With the mess sorted, Cilix could finally relax. Aside from the Sanders Group's stock taking a bigger hit than he had expected, things had panned out pretty well.

Lewis and the trembling Lisa coldly as he declared icily, "I'm talking about you two! You're both preposterous!" Ms. Lewis' expression slowly turned into one of disbelief. Completely mystified, she asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean, Chancellor Stewart…" Instead of responding, Dad took his phone out and played the videos I had sent to him. The first video proved that for three consecutive days in a row, Lisa had the habit of coming out of the bathroom without wringing her towel dry first. That led to puddles of water forming on the floor whenever she came out. Meanwhile, the floor remained clean and dry whenever the other three of us exited the bathroom.