William X Clara Novels & Stories

They sit at the big table in my office and look at all the papers I have. “This is good,” Maria says. “We have proof that Clara Vance and the Harris family were partners. Now we need to find their families.” “I already found Wren Harris,” I say. “She is William Harris’s great-granddaughter. She lives here in the city.” “Good,” Maria says. “We need to talk to her and her family. We also need to find Clara’s family – do you know where they are?” “Quinn is Clara’s daughter,” I say. “Her aunt lives in another city – we will call her today.”

"I don't want his money. I don't want anything from him. He left us. He let us struggle while he—" "He didn't leave." Clara's voice was firm. "He was pushed. There's a difference. And I need you to understand that before I go." "How do I even find him? I don't know anything about him. I don't even have a picture." Clara was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. "Finding him might not be as hard as you think." She paused, her eyes searching Ella's face. "He was Xander Black's father's closest business partner. Their families were intertwined for decades. If you want to find William Reynolds, start with the Blacks."

Behind her was a smirking Willam, his gaze locked on mine as he rammed into her. Clara, with her eyes closed and mouth in a little O, had not seen me yet. For a full minute, I listened to her moan sweet nothings to William, saying how much she loved him and needed him. All the while, William’s eyes were locked on mine, mocking me. He was a billionaire. He could have had her anywhere else in his wealthy world. But no, it has to be in her apartment. It had to be at that particular time. Just so I would see.

It was one of the maid I think Clara by the sound of the voice I knew, her tone dripping with a bitterness that made me freeze in my tracks. "Shh, be careful," another voice replied. "She’s the new madam’s daughter. You don’t want Arthur hearing you talk like that." "And so?" Clara snapped. "If only the real madam hadn't died in that motor accident, Mr. Arthur wouldn't have even looked at a woman like her, let alone remarried. It’s a disgrace to this house." I stood there, my hand hovering near the doorframe. William’s mom was dead? A motor accident?