Romans & histoires Eli Clark

Before he could finish, Nyla coldly interrupted, "Clark, if I remember correctly, your Uncle Elijah's son is returning from studying abroad soon. You wouldn't want your affair to be known to the Sumners at this time, would you?" Elijah Sumner, Clark's second uncle, wasn't very capable, so Richard had invested a lot in Elijah's son. After all, the Sumner Group was so big that they couldn't give everything to Clark. Over the years, Clark had always performed well in front of Richard. Now was a crucial time. He couldn't let Nyla tell Richard about his affair. Nyla had also considered this point in her choice to move out at this time. There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a whil

“You’ve been through a lot.” I nodded, wiping away a stray tear. “But I want to change that. I want to reclaim what I lost, not for Landon, but for me.” He leaned back, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “That’s what I hoped to hear.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a framed photograph. “This is my late wife, Clara.” The woman in the photo was smiling, her eyes bright with determination. “Clara was a visionary,” Harrington said. “She wanted to revolutionize healthcare, make it accessible to everyone. But cancer took her before she could realize her dream.”

When El's life becomes a target, Clarke was determine to protect his Indian goddess at all cost, even if it means putting his life at risk knowing how much he have come to adore his future bride. Will El finally find it in her heart to accept Clarke’s love or would his past finally catches up to them and destroy what little happiness do they have? ..... 4 months ago El was so exhausted just by playing with stray dogs all day and making sure the shelter was remain kept properly after her mother died and leaving her with Marsha Foundation which is her mother personal organisation that focus on saving stray animals, mostly dogs from being put down and finding a better home for them.

“You’re sure? Okay, we’ll have to pay him a visit soon.” He hung up and turned to Regina, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “That was Clinton. He didn’t just find a lead- he found a location for Elias Clifford. He’s tucked away in a small town outside the city limits. Clinton thinks he’s been laying low ever since The People’s Watch was forced to close.” “We need to meet with him soon. What day is convenient for you?” Michael asked. “Wednesday is good, I have just one class in the morning. What about you?”

“Valeria!” I turned just in time to see Clark—my father’s ever-loyal assistant—cutting through the crowd, waving at me with a bright smile on his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered him: tall, sleek, always impeccably dressed in dark suits and matching ties. If not for the wrinkles near his eyes and a few grays in his neatly combed hair, I could almost believe time hadn’t touched him. “Clark,” I smiled, and let go of Elliot’s hand to give him a quick hug. “You didn’t have to come personally.”

He continued speaking now but then I turned to Eunice. I really needed answers. “What’s a Claw Point, Eunice?” I asked her and she veered her gaze to me since she had been staring away. She motioned to reply to me but then she frowned first. “You’re a Combatant and you guys don’t know what Claw Points are?” She asked. “If you hear your name, please step forward to be ranked among the Top 20.” The tall General said aloud now while we continued our discourse. I frowned back at Eunice. “We missed some classes— the orientation class included so just tell us.” I told her.

There was a large white reception desk just inside the front door. “Good evening, we are here to see Amelia Clarke.” I always kept my distance one step back from Logan. “Ah, Mr. Carter. Of course. Miss Clarke has not arrived yet; however, we do have a room ready for her. Please follow me.” Logan smiled towards me and extended his hand to follow the officer on the desk. Taking a deep breath, I followed him to a door where he swiped a card for it to open. Looking over my shoulder, I checked constantly that Logan was one step behind me at every turn.

“Have you seen the news?” Clark frowned. “What news?” The man hesitated. “About Judy.” Clark’s grip tightened. “What about her?” The man showed him his phone. The headline stared back at him like a slap. MISS JUDY HALE MARRIES BILLIONAIRE CEO DAVID JONES Clark’s blood boiled instantly. His chest burned. “What nonsense is this?” he growled. “She married him,” the man said. “The richest billionaire. Pegasus Holdings CEO.” Clark stood up suddenly, his chair falling back.

Alastor growled. "Wow, you're as clueless as I thought! I never imagined how easy this would be. Clark. My father was Mike Clark. He was a poacher. The one that wolf there sunk his teeth into." He jabbed a finger at Alastor. My mind flashed back to the time I spent with Alastor at the zoo. The time I had read his file.

Clark Moore is a young man with plenty of wealth and affluence as his inheritance was the talk of the town. Clark had everything except genuine love as he scored never to fall in love with any woman during his stay on earth. He was such a fine tall man and always got away with his escapades as women were sexually attracted to him while his status in society was an added advantage.