William X Clara Novels & Stories

She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best. "Nah!Trust me! Show him the real you!" Dove un Clara's true soul is unreplaceable. She knew that Clara still did know the wonderful taste of love. Clara only cares about her Marble. And this will make her plan fail at the first step. "I try!" Clara felt tired. People will think she was a mankiller but innocent in love. She always acted like she knew nothing about men to hide her insecurity.

Clara furrowed her brows and approached them. "Dorce, what's going on?" Clara whispered, not wanting to cause a commotion. Dorce was startled and lowered her head in fear. "Mrs. Lara, I'm sorry, but..." The man cleared his throat, looked at Clara, and said, "I am Mr. William, Mr. Gerald's lawyer. I am here to read his will." Clara was speechless. A will? Her grandfather had made a will? And why was William, the lawyer who had only handled business matters, reading it?

She had never expected this to happen. “From this day forth, Clara Wyatt is removed from The Calligraphy Association. I, Xyler Palmer, also declare that she is no longer my student!” said another person. Clara’s face turned pale with fear. Why had Mr. Palmer said the same thing too? What did she even do wrong? What was happening? “From this day forth, Clara will be removed from The Literary Association. I, Xion Leonard, declare that she is no longer my student!” said the last of the distinguished persons.

The situation with William was becoming more complicated and unsettling by the day. Hours passed, and William remained locked inside his office, causing speculation among the office staff. Clara approached her with a glimmer in her eyes. "I think William is really enjoying himself with his new secretary," Clara whispered, a hint of sarcasm lacing her words. "Men are something else, huh? I bet she's satisfying all his pleasures now, both in body and in work."

Fred is a professional in the field, and there is barely anything he can’t dig up. “ Bruno Clark, I want you to dig up everything. Finances, deals, medical records, past scandals, Everything that can break him” Fred chuckled from the other side of the phone “ Are you sure you want dirt? This is looking like a war” I leaned backwards, staring at the directions hallway, where Clara was standing. “ I don’t want a single thread untouched,” I added. “ Got it. 24 hours” he replied and hung up. Hours later, I stood by the bedside watching Clara sleep. Her breathing was slow, peaceful but I knew that peace was temporary.

Back in the office the next day, Ross was speaking quietly to Clara at the coffee machine. "You think Lily would ever give me a chance?" Clara tilted her head. "Maybe. She smiles when you walk in. That’s something." "She’s smart. Kind. She’s not like others. I think she’s the one." Unbeknownst to them, William had stepped into the hallway and heard everything. He didn’t speak. Just clenched his jaw and walked away. But something had shifted. The game had just begun.

"I will make sure you are no longer the principal of this school by the end of today." Shock rippled outward. Was she seriously threatening the principal? "And this school?" Clara added, her lips curving faintly in something far from humor. "It won't survive the sunset." The principal's face drained of color. Because he knew, they all knew. She was not bluffing. She was the Whitmore princess and the wife of the almighty Jade Lockwood. Only an idiot would call her a bluff. Clara turned back to the teachers, her patience gone. "I'll say this one last time," she said, her voice rising again, "Bring me their records."

William growls furiously until his eyes are flushed as a result of his anger "You're mine Elliona Lim and I deserve to know where you're going. All parts of your body are mine. And you must submit to me follow all my rules, never dispute me!! Who do you think you are after you sold your body to me?" Elliona jumps instantly, the woman as if to get a hard slap from the last sentence William utters. She was just grateful to be married to the man, but it turns out that she is seemed to have misread Clara’s words. Yes, William's never going to be nice to her.

. . "CAPTAIN, I'll go first. Honestly, I'm so tired," Claire complained to William, who was busy removing some things from the trunk of the car. "Yes, I know. You can rest." Claire walked away. After unloading all the things, he closed the trunk of the car. William moved the items into his room. Then, he walked towards Tiara's room. He was about to ask for a report that she had been working on since this morning.