Novel & Cerita Protecting You Claire Kingsley

"Do you have any idea how much damage these five pieces of paper could do to Kingston Corporation if they leaked to the press right now?" "This isn't about the company!" Claire snapped, walking closer. "That is my personal life. It's a legal document. You have absolutely no right to touch it." "I have every right," Sophia stood up, her sharp heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "My job is to protect the CEO. From rival companies, from greedy board members, and apparently, from his own incredibly selfish wife." Claire stopped in her tracks. "Excuse me?"

“No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life. Just then we hear a commotion from outside the club and i signal to one of the guards to check it out. I pull out my knife and one of the guards hands me a piece of cloth on which I wipe it. My second in command, also my best friend— Dom, orders the rest of the guys to dispose of the body and clean up. I leave with him following behind me. I get to my office and set my knife down. “You realize his daughter is only 8.”

"The world out there may crumble into pieces. My enemies may try to bring this building down. But as long as you are under my protection, you will be safe. I will not let anyone, not even death, touch you without my permission." The promise felt dark, yet it gave Claire a strange sense of security. Under the influence of medicine and fever, Claire finally closed her eyes, letting Julian’s fingers continue to stroke her palm until she fell asleep again. For the rest of the night, Julian truly did not leave. He stayed there, guarding the last line of defense for the woman who was supposed to be nothing more than his contract partner. In the morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, maki

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Do you know what I finally realised?" Jessica shook her head. Claire looked toward the river. Toward Paris. Toward the future. Then answered. "I wasn't protecting evidence." The sentence surprised her. Because surely that was exactly what she'd been doing. Thirty years. The notebooks. The hidden pages. The oak tree. The folder. All of it. Protection. Wasn't it? Claire shook her head. "No." A small laugh escaped her. Warm this time. Almost amused. "I was protecting time."

“If you don’t believe me, then. I don’t know what else am I supposed to say.” “Hey, stop glaring at her like that,” argued Micah, who stood in front of Soleil. “I’m doing nothing?” lied Soleil as she looked down at her fingers. “Right. You haven’t even answered us. Since when did you get close to them?” Micah angrily asked Soleil. “I want to be friends with them. You have a problem?” “Duh,” Micah placed a hand on her waist. “We promised that we’ll not involve ourselves with them. You do know who those girls are. They’re not just queen bees, but their families are powerful.”

he said to her, releasing her neck and taking a firm grip on her arm, "we have things to discuss." Claudia gasped and went with him. He gave her no choice. She tried resisting his hold, but it was unbreakable. "We have nothing to discuss Mr. King," she hissed. "Let go of my arm!" King gave her a chilling smile and said, "We have everything to discuss Miss Cantore. Starting with your protection fee. If I was able to find out who you are, it's a certainty that other interested parties could also find out." Claudia stared at him. Understanding coloured her expression, shifting it from anger to absolute terror. She went with Tyson King unresisting, suddenly aware that he was possibly the one per

Being Claire Montgomery is the only way to stay hidden, to stay safe. I take a deep breath, the cool night air filling my lungs. Tonight, I don’t just show up as Isabel—I show up as the daughter I was always meant to be, and the woman I’ve had to become to survive. “This way, ma’am,” Christine says, gesturing towards the red carpet. The men in suits move swiftly, forming a protective barrier around me. Christine remains close, her eyes scanning every corner. She’s not just my assistant; she’s my shield, my guardian.

Candice said and Claire's mother nodded gently before bidding Candice goodbye. She went to Adrian and told him about what she had just discussed with Claire's mother. They all knew they couldn't talk Claire into coming back to the palace no matter what. Adrian set men out to guard Claire from the secret and they kept an eye on her as she went out and came back in. It made Adrian a bit calm that she was under his protection and he just needed a way to kick Eliza out of the Seat of Rossi for good and stop driving a wedge between him and his wife.

“I tried to walk away, but I couldn’t leave him—not when I saw what this was doing to him. He needed someone to stay grounded. Someone to keep an eye on the people he couldn’t see clearly.” “Like me.” She looked at me then—really looked. “You changed him, Maria. Whether you meant to or not.” I didn’t know what to say. Claire pushed off the railing and headed toward the door. “Take that drive to someone you trust. Not Andrew. Not yet. And not Susan.” She paused at the door. “Be careful. The truth doesn’t stay hidden forever, but sometimes the people protecting it are more dangerous than the lie itself.” With that, she disappeared down the stairs.