Protecting You Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

Rae looked at Finn and saw him wiping his eyes, but she never wanted to give up. "Why are you so overprotective of him? He is just your secretary, you are not dating him, you are not fucking him, and you prevent people who want him from having him. Why are you so selfish?!" "Oh! Now, I'm selfish," Claire shook her head and busted into a dry laugh. One so dry that her throat almost peels from its harsh impact on it. She shook her head after the laugh and got hold of Finn's wrist, she turned to the exit and took Finn away, leaving everyone behind. Her guys followed her and took her clutch with them.

“Since I have a doubt that my Brother will believe me or ignore what I said. I don’t mean that I don’t trust them but if your wise person you will never believe a rumor that easily.” “I see. So did you found out something?” “Your majesty, I don’t dare to say a thing. Also, it is just a conclusion for now.” “So really found out something.” Claire sealed her mouth. Speaking her thought will show slandering to the royalties that may punish her to death and her family. “As the king words, whatever you say in this room will stay in this room. No one will hurt you as we who hear you will be your protector.” “Your majesty,” the men reacted surprisingly.

He had erased everything except the last one, like he wanted me to have no clue who he was, just fear. “You don’t have to pay him a dime,” Clara said finally, lifting her head. “What?” I stared at her, confused. “You heard me,” she said firmly. “Don’t pay him.” I blinked at her. “Clara, are you even listening? If I don’t pay, he’ll release the video. Everyone will see it. The press will destroy me. They’ll destroy the king.” She shrugged, rubbing her arm sleepily as if we were discussing something as normal as what to eat for breakfast. “Then tell everyone that you and the king were trying to make a p**n video. Say it was a project. Boom. Problem solved.”

I just wished Stephen would take things a little easy and at least give a listening ear, he acted too strict about everything, at least everything that had to do with me. "You are right, my job is to protect her...." Clara started and my heart began to race extremely fast, was she really just giving up like that? I was this close to yelling at her when she suddenly cleared her throat and continued. "But, how the hell am I supposed to protect her when there is nothing to protect her from? Stephen, look around you. There are bodyguards lurking around the mansion, what could possibly go wrong?" Clara raised a brow at him. I nodded my head in agreement even though I was not totally sure where sh

I was scared by his action. “Pauline!!!” I almost whispered. “I knew it would be that bitch!” he let go of me and ran out from the room. “Oh no! He is going to kill her. I have to stop him.” I ran and followed him to the unknown room. I thought he would knock before getting inside but he broke the door and rushed inside the room. I heard a bone chilling scream and I ran as fast as I could. My eyes widened and I gasped in shock to see Keiser lifting Pauline from her long slender neck. Her eyes popped out as she suffocated by his claws. Pauline struggled to breathe and almost died until I intertwined.

And Clara knew normal. She stood up again and walked back toward the window, arms folded tightly across her chest as she watched the quiet movement outside. “If you’re sick… or hiding something…” she murmured under her breath, eyes narrowing, “…then someone is clearly protecting you.” That thought made her pause. Protection meant involvement. And involvement meant someone powerful was already connected to Celyne’s condition. Her fingers tightened slightly. Was it Alexander? Or someone else? Who could it be? Clara turned back toward the room slowly, her expression unreadable now.

“You must think Darvin Group is your little kingdom. What makes you think you can just come at any time to reap where you didn't sow?” Clarence’s eyes sharpened, ego stitching her fear back together. “Aria,” she hissed, “watch your mouth.” I let out a soft, dangerous laugh. “Or what?” She lifted her chin like she thought she could look down on me. “If you leak this, I’ll use legal means to protect myself.” “Legal means?” I echoed. “Clarence, darling, you and I know you would fail if you ply that route.” Her pulse stuttered. I smelled the fear in her scent.

“You could have stopped it. You could have confronted them. You could have protected your daughter.” Clara laughed. The sound was soft and tired and tasted like blood in her mouth. “Protected her? She did not want protection. She wanted him. She begged for him. She spread her legs for him in my own house while I was downstairs planning charity events. What kind of protection could I have given her against that?”

She had wanted Adrian unsettled, not to set off an inferno. Amelia regarded her for a long moment. “You? Sorry?” she said, a little incredulous. “Claire, you showed up at Vivian’s in the dead of night and terrorized her. You could have gotten yourself arrested. You could have gotten her killed. Why would you do that?” Claire flinched at the bluntness, and the apology she had rehearsed melted on her tongue. “I did it for you,” she began haltingly. “I wanted to protect you, wanted to protect your marriage. I thought if she knew I was serious, if I frightened her that she might back off. I didn’t think…” Her voice trailed; the rest drowned in shame.

Serves him right. "Good morning, everyone." Claire took her seat at the head of the table. "Ms. Clark, what's this about?" Richard Grey asked staring at her. "This is about protecting this company from further damage caused by reckless and unprofessional behavior by the CEO of this company." Claire said and stared directly at Jeff for a few minutes before opening a folder and pulled out a printed article. "I'm sure some of you have seen this morning's business news." She passed the article around the table and watched as each board member read it with growing concern.