Novel & Cerita Protecting You Claire Kingsley

I don’t want to leave and ruin it all. “Um, I don’t know. I don’t feel right about leaving Amber unprotected.” “Did you not just see her pulverize Jake? She’d be protecting you,” Claire laughs. “We’ll be fine, boys. If Clyde needs you, then you should do the right thing and show up for our allies. They’d do the same for us.” “I share your hesitation, Alex, but Claire is right. Raven’s Blood is our ally, and we have to be there for them when it matters,” Peyton says.

That night, in the mirror room, he’d seen himself as he truly was—a man marred by regret, worn by sorrow, yet still capable of longing for something real. Now, as he sat down before the supplies, his mind wandered back to everything he had done to hold on to a life he never truly wanted. Kingsley’s eyes traced the edges of the blank wooden board before him. In his quiet interior, he whispered, “What protects me now?” The question stung, not because the answer was obvious, but because every word had its own weight. Then, without knowing why, he reached for a magazine and began flipping through the pages. A page tore beneath his fingers as he paused on an image of a lake at dusk—muted purple s

It was his job to guide me and protect me if need be. "We might not recover it, but I'm definitely not allowing any harm to befall my kids and Elena. We're the only ones they have, Clark. We need to protect them." With those words, I ended the conversation, prompting him to focus on the documents that were being brought in. I was going to do anything to protect my children and Elena, even if it was at the expense of a few dollars. KINGSLEY'S POV As soon as the phone was found, I began making calls. Most of my estate and funds were in Cleveland. Instantly, I was making transfers down to New Kingston.

Claire’s pulse roared. She wasn’t used to being protected. Wasn’t used to needing protection. But right now? Right now, Adrian was the only thing between her and death. She exhaled sharply. “We have to get out of here.” Adrian’s gaze flickered. He already knew that. But he wasn’t leaving anything to chance. His grip tightened around her wrist. “We don’t run,” he murmured. His voice was low, lethal. “We end this.” Claire shivered.

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.

His time will come, sooner rather than later. "We can't leave you here knowing Diaz can find you alone." I said to Phillips. "Khloe is coming with me." He nodded and from my peripheral view I saw Khloe scowling at me. Instead, I focused on Phillip. "I'll speak to the general at the pentagon and they'll keep you protected."

“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.

***TO BE CONTINUED*** BOOK TWO - PROTECTING MY MAFIA PRINCESS:RISE OF A CRIME BOSS

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.

“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.