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It was very terrible to have that kind of feeling with your mom and little did she know that, Clark had been having sex with multiple women just so h could finally have an heir. He grew up not believing in love as he could have any lady he wanted, joint with the ones who often threw themselves at him just at the knowledge of him being the Moore and the CEO of the biggest enterprise in the country. Clark drove off to his other house and not wanting to be disturbed, that was the perfect place to go to whenever he felt sad. His argument with his mom was a heated one and he did not regret all the things that he had told her for she deserved it.

“I came here to get away for a minute. I didn’t intend to fall asleep.” “You’re running on fumes—like all of us—but let me guess, every time you close your eyes, you see her face.” Clark patted the seat next to him. “Sit. I have no one to talk to, no one who understands the agony of knowing who has my son.” He sat. “Sir, I’m sorry about your wife.” Clark clenched his jaw and turned away. Johnny had a tremendous amount of respect for the man, a former Air Force pilot who’d served his country well. Clark still served with bravery and integrity.

I questioned Clark and I was met with silence for a few minutes. I cleared my throat awkwardly in an attempt to break the weird silence and Clark admitted in a low voice, "London brings memories." "Oh." I remembered Ian narrating to me about Clark's past. About how he was an orphan and how a stupid cheating bitch had left him at their wedding day for some other ass. But Clark was just twenty-two and marriage did seem a little early. I wondered if that was the reason why the girl left. Nah, who would leave this deliciously handsome billionaire? She was really just a stupid bitch.

Therefore, he brought along the top combat power of his gang. "Clark, please explain to me what happened to my daughter," Harriett implored. Clark was the leader of Scarlet Star, and Harriett received him warmly. He even prepared a meal for him. Clark appeared to be around fifty years old, but his muscular physique was comparable to that of a young man's. Compared to the refined Harriett sitting opposite him, Clark seemed much more rugged and was even more imposing.

The promises made by the Big Boss faded away, leaving Clark detached from the once-promising opportunities. Nearly a decade passed, and the teenager became a mature, resentful man. One day, a proposition arose to eliminate a young lady, but Clark refused. Despite being a mercenary, he adhered to a principle: no harm to women or minors. Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life.

Thanatos pov Thanatos office!! Clark kept glancing every minute, as if he's wait for someone to come in. There's a smirk on his lips, which made me frowned deeply. Clark doesn't normally keep smug expressions, I do..then what is he smirking about? "Are you sure sending her varieties of dishes..." "Calm down, she's gonna be so moved, she's gonna realize how much you care about them" he said. I frowned. "Are you sure?" I asked again.

“I didn’t kill them. They were already sick in the head. All I had to do was push them a little, and they were ready to swallow those pills because they were so ‘depressed.’ Poor things.” Though her face remained composed, Thalassa felt a wave of nausea twist in her stomach. How had she allowed someone like him to get so close to her? His voice was devoid of emotion, as if driving someone to suicide was something normal to him. “Is that what you planned to do to me?” she asked calmly. “Marry me or get me to sign over my wealth, then make me kill myself?” Clark shook his head with a faint smile. “No, of course not. You’re not like them. I really do see myself spending the rest of my life with

The suns bled into one another, and suddenly, the dawn of the Willow-Run workshop arrived. For the past few nights, Clark, the personal driver, had extracted me from the tavern. He was a silver-haired beta with a fatherly aura, and I found myself cherishing the brief spans of time in his carriage. He never spoke of Daniel—I was dying to ask, but the hierarchy of silence felt too heavy to break. Instead, Clark spoke of the old legends and the stars, his humor acting as a balm that smoothed over my exhaustion. He brought me rare delicacies each night; I suspect Daniel commanded it, yet Clark presented them with such genuine care. He offered me the kind of guidance my own father had replaced wi

" Clark asked, and his blue eyes shone like always when the killing was mentioned. He lived for that. He wanted blood from everyone who was against him, and with time and Sirus's help, he became very powerful, known for his cruelty, especially among his people and far away, but he didn't know with whom he was dealing now, and soon he would regret it. "I don't give a shit, keep her if you want, her disappearance will harm only Kayden and that's all I care about", Sirus said. "I bet your daughter would want her dead", Clark said.

His friends watched while Steve who couldn’t bear to watch the scene right in front of him, turned away and clenched his fist in anger. “She is sweet actually. I wish to have more of her. Can’t believe it’s her first time”, Clark said, looking at Ellie who was stained with blood. After he was done, he wore his trouser and fastened his belt. “If you had agreed without any stress, this wouldn’t have happened to you and you will have been on your way home right now, with tons of money. Well, not everyone is destined to seize an opportunity and use it wisely, when it comes. Till then”, Clark said, spitting on Ellie’s face.