Novel & Cerita Until I Get You Claire Contreras Vk

He was still talking, still struggling. "This is insane—you can't just pin me down like this—let go of my hands—Dante, I swear, let go—you have no right to go through my phone, it's mine—this isn't in any contract, you cannot do this—let go of me right now or I will scream and every single person in this building will hear me and you'll have to explain—" I scoffed, “I could fuck you right here in this room and nobody dares to come in—”

"you lie lena , after all that had happened to you ,I doubt if anyone is still going to get married to that silly ass of yours and that's not after I post the video that I have with me online by then you are going to be nothing but a silky and disgusting piece of trash ,I promise you . "I dare you Clare ,I dare you to post that video and an going to show the whole world ,how disgusting and vile of a witch you are ,and just so don't know I have all of your conversation on record and so if you dare to go against me ,then I would tell you what would happen to you .

Kent put a hand around Yara, and said, "That's right. Your secretary and team leader will take care of it for you, ma'am. You take care of yourself." They shut the door while Claire chuckled to herself at their antics. Overall, she was pleased with them. Glad even. Coming to her desk, she sat down. She meditated for a few minutes till she remembered her phone. On her way to the office building, she had clicked some ethereal shots of rain to share them on her SNS. She wasn't very active but was trying to. Taking her phone out, Claire disabled airplane mode. She connected to the office's wi-fi and right away her phone buzzed with various notifications from different apps. Among them all, the o

When the room broke apart, Viktor headed to the kitchen, Tom went back to his laptop, Sarah disappeared down the hall with the photograph she thought nobody had noticed her looking at, I moved to the window. I took out my phone. Read the message again. A location. A date, three days out. One sentence beneath both. “If you want access to Clara, come alone.” I stood at the window and looked at the street below and thought about everything Rael had shown me, told me, offered me across a cafe table, including the infrastructure, the thirty assets, the legitimacy angle and the thing I had signed. Rael was not offering access to Clara out of generosity. He was forcing the next move.

And almost instantly, Lucious’s name lit up my screen. “Alpha, Clara is back within Varela.”

“We’ll get through this Valenticia. The USB is real. We’ll make it happen.” I nodded, but heaviness pulled at me, Gideon’s blood and Stefan’s chilling trade still flooding my thoughts. I had believed too much, and fought too hard, and still I had lost. Heading out, my phone buzzed with a video. I recognized the lady in the video instantly. It was Clara. She worked here. Clara, a loyal Clawford employee, strapped and gagged in the video. Her eyes are wide with terror. Immediately, Natasha’s voice whispered over the static, “Step down, or she dies.”

She winced at me and averted her gaze, as if she couldn’t stand me. “I also know that if my cousins find out, they won’t be able to relax until they can join the party, TSK.” I rolled my eyes, imagining what I’d do if my other cousins found out. Claire sighed and walked over to the table to gather her belongings. She put the laptop in front of me. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Solen Madrid; this is what Carter made me work on; this is the only time I learned the name of their group and the tattoo they have like Ken’s,”

"Lex, the one who told you is probably an enemy" "It was Tina" "Kill her" "Phone back in five" Villa placed the phone only on her lap and looked up, she saw the faces of the other "What?" "Kill her hey? Just like that?" Claire asked. "We can't have moles, not in our organization" "So Tina?" "Probably a Vlad follower" "I see, so, you have any idea? A plan?" "Track him down and shoot him, its the best I can offer" Claire got up from her chair and retrieved her laptop from her bag in the cabin, she needed to make sure Raphael got her email, it was delivered, but no reply.

If only they knew. I walked toward the edge of the estate grounds, where the thick woods shielded me from prying eyes. There, I took out my phone and dialed the one person who could soothe my irritation—or stoke it further. “Vladimir,” I said when he picked up on the second ring. My voice was low but sharp. “Where are you? We need to meet.” “You shouldn’t bother coming here, Claire,” he replied, his deep voice oozing amusement. “Our plan is going as we predicted, everything is going well.”

“Baby… you underestimate how shameless some women can be.” She reached for her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Someone sent me something. I wasn’t even sure if I should show you.” Damien looked at the phone, then back at her. His chest felt tight. His head swam. “Show me.” Clara turned the screen toward him. It was a video. Blurry. Dark. Loud music in the background. A woman on a dance floor, laughing, moving. The lighting made it hard to see her face clearly, but the angle, the hair, the body shape—Clara had chosen it carefully.