Novel & Cerita Miss Clariyah

Instead, it feels like I am standing at the edge of a cliff and ready to throw myself down. “Ouuuu,” Kiara’s voice fills the bridal suite. She walks in, clad in an olive green silk dress with her hair cascading in waves down her back. “You look drop dead gorgeous, girl.” Her mother trails in behind her. Uncle Victor’s ex wife, Clarissa. They divorced years ago for a reason unknown to me, but she is just like him. Conniving, entitled with a foul mouth. “Rain Manchester is going to lose his mind when he sees you.” Kiara goes on.

The dark haired girl said, at her words, she saw the other girl who was called Mara, flared up with anger, the Blondie girl looked at Sharriah, as if she was the cause of everything, "She stinks, if she is a new maid Clara, then I don't need her in this castle." Mara said already disgusted at the young lady who stood five feet away from her. "Who are you?" Clara said, ignoring her sister's words, she wondered who she was and why she was here, "My name is Sharriah, I am..." Sharriah said stopping at her words, she didn't want to tell them who she was, that she was a slave, they might throw her out of the castle, or maybe even send her to the dungeon.

She answered still giving me a question look. " So to continue with our event, we would like to crown the winner of Miss UCLA 2019" The Mc called and everyone applauded. " You'll win" Khalid said. " I'm not sure I want to win" I answered as I burped a little. I had finished all the shrimp on the table. Aside from the coconut shrimp I had, I also had shrimp curry, shrimp salad and shrimp cocktail. So yummy. " So we'll like to call up our last three nominees, Miss Sophia Olyster" He called and Sophia got up. " Wish us luck guys" She said as she pecked Ethan before walking up to the stage as people applauded her. " Isn't she looking beautiful" the MC said as he helped her up the stage. " Next U

I leave after playing with them for a short while. Clarissa is a young woman, maybe two years younger than me. “Clary is fine,” she said during the introductions, her short dark hair cut into a sleek bob. Amanda handles the meeting as this is her client. I’m practically an intern in my own company, I’m not sure if anyone else is finding our arrangement weird, but I felt it was better to start at the button and build up, it's been working out well so far.

"You can go back to Jersey City, pull the blinds, and wait for them to find someone else to destroy. Or..." "Or?" "Or you can own it," Aria said. "Like we did." "I'm not like you," Claire said. "I'm not a CEO's wife. I'm not a reformed socialite. I'm a graphic designer who pays rent late. I don't know how to play this game." "It's not a game," Sienna said. "It's a narrative. Right now, they're writing it for you. ' The Secret Mistake.' 'The illegitimate Burden.' Is that who you are?"

Shit yeh, this will be awesome. “Finally, I thought I was going to have to come and find you” a feminine voice came from the bathroom, followed by a small woman carrying a hose thing. She plugged the hose into the chairs bath and turned the tap on. “Hey hon, I’m Clary. I’m going to give you a pedicure and full foot treatment” she smiled and stood with her hands on her hips. She was just a tad taller than me with dark brown skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair sat in gorgeous nappy curls in an afro style, giving me a bout of major hair envy. She is beyond gorgeous.

“Marissa, I’m surprised to see you here.” Kiara exclaimed with a big gasp. She glanced at the frail girl on the bed and back to Marissa. “I can explain.” Marissa started, holding her hands out and gesturing for Kiara to calm down. “I'm sure you can.” Kiara moved closer to her, staring at her intently. Marissa took a harsh gulp before she began to speak, “Clara is my niece. I was informed by the NGO that she wasn’t feeling too good, so I decided to pay her a visit. When I got there, she wasn’t there, so I began to panic.”

"You're his assistant, Adrian? Could you please order drinks from the front?" Who was this woman? Clara stared at the exclusive VIP card she was handed. Owners Clarissa! Clara felt a sense of familiarity. She planned to search for her on Baidu once she had the card. 'No way! Clarissa is a gold mining entrepreneur and owner of a globally famous app. If that's the case, she's probably very close to Adrian.' After putting her phone away, Clara bought the best drinks in the cafe using Clarissa's gold VIP card and returned with three drink tumblers to the table where her boss was sitting.

The blonde-haired woman, with her striking sapphire-blue eyes and sharp cheekbones, curved her black-cherry lips into a warm smile as she stood to greet me. "Hi, I’m Claire. It’s nice to meet the mother of these two wonderful boys," she said, offering her hand. I sighed quietly to myself. There was nothing about her that screamed territorial or hostile—maybe I’d gotten her wrong. Her smile seemed genuinely warm. I probably shouldn’t have judged her so harshly at first glance. I took her hand with a nod. "I’m Zyliah. Nice to meet you too." "How long have you been staying here?" she asked next, pulling her hand back and tilting her head with interest.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International