Protecting You Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. But Mabel, you need to understand something. Claire doesn't play by rules. She doesn't fight fair. If she thinks killing you will solve her problems, she'll do it." "Even knowing she'd be the prime suspect?" "She'd find a way to make it look like an accident. Just like your mother." Damian stood, pacing. "She has resources. Money. Connections to people who make problems disappear." "So what do you want me to do?" "Accept protection. Let me assign you a bodyguard. Move to a secure location. Be careful." He stopped pacing. "I'm not asking you to back down. I'm asking you to be smart about how you fight."

“Someone's after you Claire. It could be the Pavilochenki's or the Grays. You've offended them both. If any of them get to you, I promise you you'll die. And no one is going to be able to do anything about it. “And if it's just a coincidence?” “No such thing” “So— that's why you got me the job, to protect me” “The club has been compromised. You had a shot before you got on that stage, it was laced with something” “Why protect me though?” “You ask a lot of questions” “I want to know, because I'm not your priority. So why do you want to protect me?” “Because I protect Sharon, and she sees you as family” Claire felt her heart sink. Somehow she wanted him to have a different reason, but it was j

Group trusted Valerie even more. Just then, Clarissa stormed in, demanding angrily, "Clifford, why did you get the PR team to stop?"

“You don’t have to bear it alone. I will protect you. I will claim you. I will make sure no one threatens you… ever.” Her breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes. She wanted to believe him, wanted to surrender completely, but the danger surrounding them gnawed at her. Just then, the door burst open again—Clara. Her presence was like a knife in the dark, poised and lethal. “Ah, how touching,” Clara said smoothly, eyes glittering with menace. “You two are practically inseparable. But secrets like these… they never stay hidden. Sooner or later, everything comes to light.”

she affirmed and the King nodded slightly Claire walk out of the room after having a satisfactory discussion with the King she breathed out deeply as she step outside, thanks to her quick thinking this would have been a difficult task to tackle, the solution she chose might not have been right but then it’s the only possible and convincing way to solve the problem quicker, innocent people has to suffer loss and death afterall if not how would she and her brother attain higher places. ********

“While digging into her finances, I found large monthly payments, fifty thousand dollars each month for the past two years, going to a private security firm.” My breath caught. “What security firm?” “The same one protecting you and your son. The guards outside your apartment. The surveillance detail. All of it. It’s been funded by Clara. Anonymously.” The room tilted. I gripped the counter to stay upright. “Clara has been paying for your protection this whole time,” he continued. “While she’s been dying. She’s been keeping you and Evan safe without ever taking credit.” I hung up and stood frozen, staring at nothing as the weight of it sank in.

she said, placing it on the table. Neither Leah nor Jeremy touched it at first. “What’s on it?” Leah asked. Clara looked between them. “The reason I’m here. But I need a guarantee of safety first.” “Safety from who?” Jeremy snapped. Clara glanced over her shoulder, then she leaned in, her voice low. “From the people who took down Fisher Enterprise’s East Wing last year. From those who killed Elizabeth. From Big Margaret’s inner circle.” Silence dropped in the room like a hammer.

"Those are fake, Brian! Those are fake! How could I do that? I'm still young, and Uncle William is like a father to me! How could you? This is slander!" Claire screamed at Adrain. She was crying so hard that her chest heaved. "Just because you are powerful, you can step on people like me?" "Yes, I am poor, but I am pure! All these are fake!" Claire declared. She cupped Brian's face and said, "Babe, you have to believe me. Riley is doing this. She is influencing Mr. King. Riley is evil!"

"Beyond the basic facts Marcus gave us. What kind of person are we protecting." "Marcus mentioned she has a young daughter," Damian said, his own packing pausing at the detail. "Single mother, apparently, which raises the stakes considerably beyond simply her own safety." Something in that detail settled heavily in my chest, memory of my own fear for my father sharpening into fresh understanding of exactly what Claire must be carrying right now, the particular terror of protecting someone else while also trying to protect herself. "We need to build the security plan around both of them from the start," I said. "Not as an afterthought once we've addressed Claire's immediate safety."

“Come on then, get on with it while the beer’s still cold and the food’s still warm.” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kai St. Claire, the son of our protector, Kiran Sinclair, and as our luck would have it, he has the same protector’s blood as his father!” Conall announced loudly, and the crowd clapped and whistled at his announcement.