Novel & Cerita Until I Get You Claire Contreras

Clarisse meekly thanked him. "By the way, introductions are in order. I'm Michele Montserrat, and I'm the one you saved while I was suffering from the side effects if hypoglycemia." Michele finally introduces himself, as he extends his right hand towards Clarisse for a handshake. At the same time, Clarisse smiled in return. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Montserrat. I'm glad and relieved that you're doing okay now." Clarissa politely introduces herself as well.

declared Ivanka in a French accent with a giggle. "Well, I guess we know what fine ass Michael Ambruso can do for you now. He can handle the quick claim deed, video and the notarized letter. We will have Rosen handle the Alienation of Affection lawsuits. Damn, this shit is so good it's better than a soap opera. I want a two-week all-expensive paid girls trip after using my damn resources and brain power." demanded Claire in a matter-of-fact tone. "You got it! That sounds like heaven right now. Thanks again for everything. I would be so lost without you. And is he really fine? I have heard people talk about him, but I have never personally seen him." remarked Ivanka wholeheartedly.

I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" the man asked, his voice calm yet unsettling, as he bumped into Claire. She was on her way to the wedding venue, her mind racing after Rafael's urgent call. He had said he had something important to tell her. But it wasn’t just Rafael’s call that troubled her—it was the relentless texts and calls from another man, a stranger whose messages had grown increasingly disturbing. She thought coming here might help her escape him, but the chilling photos and texts she received earlier suggested otherwise. He was close. Too close.

Then suddenly— my phone vibrated. I glanced down absentmindedly, and immediately froze. One unread message from Lucian. I opened it very slowly. “Congratulations, Claire.” Then another message beneath it. “I always knew you’d win.”

Nico told us at the kitchen table with the radio on the counter and the evening coming through the window and Elena's hands flat on the table beside her cup. "One man down on the inner stairwell," he said. "Non critical. The team regrouped and took an alternative route through the eastern corridor." I looked at him. "Who was on the stairwell." "A woman," he said. "Viktor's operational coordinator. Goes by Katya. She held the stairwell long enough to create the delay and then she was gone." "Gone where," I said. Nico was quiet for a moment in the way he was quiet when the answer was not the one he wanted to give.

"Clara, look at me. Stop playing this part. We can find another way." "Don't touch me," Clara snapped, flinching back with a sudden, icy venom that felt entirely real. She pointed a gloved finger at the coffee table. "The duplicate contract is there. I’ve signed the release forms. I took the money, Jillian. Your family has secured Leo's trust forever, and in exchange, I am walking out of this tower, out of this city, and out of your life."

I almost sagged in relief—only for her to storm back in with a wolfish grin. “Everyone applaud again!” she announced. “Cassandra just landed us a meeting with DM Construction!” The room erupted in claps. My confusion hit like a slap. I did what? “And,” Claire added sweetly, “she’ll be going for a proposal meeting today.” “What? Today? But I haven’t.." “Don’t irritate me,” she cut me off. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Her pat on my back felt more like a knife. Then came the dagger: “If you can’t get him to sign a contract with us, don’t bother returning. I’ll have the cleaners drop your things at your house.”

It was surprising, but Claire shouldn’t have been too shocked, knowing that the name ‘Mikael Williams’ always carried unexpected power. “Yes, could I… may I…,” Claire took a quick breath, “I mean, could I borrow your phone, Mr. Trevor?” Trevor blinked, surprised and confused. He looked at the phone in his hand, weighing his decision before finally handing it to her. “Thank you. I’ll return it as soon as I can,” Claire said, taking the phone. Without waiting for Trevor’s response, she turned and ran away. A few people glanced at her curiously, but as if they knew no one could stop her—not even their bank manager—no one dared to stand in her way.

millions of questions runs through Claras mind then she remember the brown envelope Rock gives her, she quickly rip the big brown envelope open Different pictures of Anny that she takes in Italy with her family and Ricky her friend immediately drops, looking at the pictures, Clara is surprise is this not Hadiza? she said to herself but who are these people? Clara said again and looks at all the pictures; pictures of Anny from when she is in high to college were all there and that of her family what does these means? Clara still could not give it, so she look at Annys information profile that is inside the envelope then she sees that the person in the pictures is called Anny Browns and not Ha

“Then what’s your next move? I'll do as you please.” Claire opened her phone, scrolling through a file her personal assistant had sent. “She studied abroad before she came to New York,” she murmured. “There’s a high possibility we could find something there if we dig up her past.” Joshua smiled and then spoke. “Consider your work done, Claire.” *** The night came and Isla sat at her window, the city glittering beneath her like broken diamonds and fallen stars. Her phone buzzed with Lucian's messages. Lucian: I know words are cheap.