William X Clara Novels & Stories

Now she had to pretend she didn’t already know all the information Arthur had given her. “I looked up Xavier King. He does good investigative work,” Arthur told her. “Here are some of his articles and other information about him. I don’t know why he’s interested in sticking to you. There was nothing in the information I was able to find that would suggest a connection with Clarissa St. Clair.” “I’ll read these on the coach journey,” Clara said. “Thank you for doing this. You’re always invaluable.” “Do you still need me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” Arthur asked.

“You were born with a legal connection to all three.” I stared at her. “How?” Clara looked at me. “Because Samuel was a Reed, and your mother was connected to the Marlowe line.” My mind raced. “But where does the Williams family come in?” Clara looked at Adrian. “Through Adrian.” Silence filled the chapel. Adrian looked confused. “My family?” “Yes.” “How?” Clara hesitated. “Your grandfather was not your biological grandfather.” Adrian’s face changed. “What?” His father stepped forward. “Clara, you do not have to tell him this now.”

I'm not bad, right? William handed me the agreement. He couldn't hide his smugness. I sneered. "William, don't be so cocky." He begged me again, "Audrey, can we do the procedure as soon as possible? I want to marry Abril and give our baby a home." I looked up and thought about his words. "I'm not in a rush. We'll do the procedure soon." William agreed immediately. It was funny. Who was going to be responsible for the babies I lost?

William said by introducing himself. “Nice to meet you, William, I also know that you are Mrs. Audrey's husband. Just call me Clarissa. I can't bear to have your dignity as a man lowered by an arrogant woman like her! She has no right to look down on a good man like you !” Clarissa said as she patted William's chest and then walked away from him. William just smiled at Clarissa, who had walked away from his sight. Meanwhile, he immediately rushed to follow in the footsteps of his wife, who was already quite far behind.

Clara grins on her face "What do you mean Clara?" replies Elliona pretending not to understand Clara’s words "Cih, stop looking stupid you're Lim Elliona!! So your taste is a man like William Kim? Even I still remember very much! There's one of your customers, a young entrepreneur named Brian from a famous start up corporation.

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."

. . "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.

“Your father said the Benefactor promised restoration. What did that mean?” Clara looked down at her hands, clenched in her lap. “He said that after the ‘reset,’ the Williams legacy would need its original architects more than ever. That my ‘rightful place’ as a steward of the true legacy would be recognized. They weren’t just appealing to his fanaticism. They were appealing to his… paternal guilt. For failing to secure my future.” A tear finally escaped, tracing a clean path down her cheek. “They used me as a lure.”