Steven received news of Reyna's death. However, he didn't come to offer condolences. After all, he never loved Reyna with his heart. He only used her as an outlet for his lust.But remembering something that had circulated in the media about the dispute between Franklin and Reyna, Steven thought about Franklin."So... he knows how to use his power."Steven moved away from the monitor screen that was showing the news of Reyna's death. A model who was recently known as a stalker of one of the Cendana family members committed suicide in front of an office building. The headlines of the news broadcasts were almost all the same."Franklin, Franklin, does being at the pinnacle of victory make you act so excessively and blatantly like this?"Steven smiled as he remembered Franklin's status, which could be considered equal. In the past, he had insulted the man as a lowly package courier who was able to charm Clara."No wonder you were attracted to him, Clara. It seems you knew that Franklin w
Clara and Franklin were growing closer. Clara even frequently visited Mrs. Smith at her home. Their relationship became stronger because Franklin's mother genuinely liked Clara.However, last night turned out to be the worst day Clara had ever experienced. Mrs. Smith asked Clara to come over after someone without a clear identity provided information about Silver Clack's involvement in Mr. Smith's murder.Clara was confronted with an audio recording that made her hair stand on end. Charles' voice could be clearly heard confessing his foolish actions to someone interrogating him in Russian.That night..."Charles is your brother, isn't he?"Mrs. Smith looked at Clara with tears in her eyes. Then she said, "So Silver Clack was involved in my husband's murder, huh?!"Mrs. Smith was very angry, but she was still quite weak after learning all the facts about her late husband's murder. In her hand was also a newly printed photo, but it was identical to the hidden photo of Clara. This indica
Love is just bullshit. Franklin planted that phrase in his head and heart as he invited Clara to come over. A week passed after everything was revealed, Franklin could finally decide on something to avenge his mother. He invites Clara to meet. Unfortunately, she doesn't realize that Franklin already knows everything. After all, Clara agreed to his invitation to make a confession to Franklin. At the same restaurant as every time they had dinner together, Franklin was waiting for Clara. A delicious and varied meal of different types and flavors was waiting to be served. As always, Franklin greeted Clara sweetly. Although nervousness was evident on Clara's face as she received Franklin's kind treatment. "Sorry if I'm late, Franklin.""No problem."Franklin invited Clara to sit opposite him. Things went normally, they ate dinner as before. However, awkwardness slowly set in as Franklin also struggled to control his anger in front of Clara. "Is the hospital back to normal?" Franklin
"Franklin, are you okay?"That voice snapped Franklin out of his daze. He looked at Clara, who was now smiling."Are you okay?" Clara asked again, a bit confused by Franklin's sudden silence.Franklin shook his head, indicating he was fine. He quickly got off the bed and picked up his clothes scattered on the floor. Apparently, what had just happened was only his imagination. In reality, Franklin couldn't bring himself to shoot Clara with a real gun.On the bed, Clara, still covered by the blanket, was blushing. Something had happened between them. Clara had never imagined this before. "Is this a dream?" Clara thought happily."Hurry up and get dressed, Clara."Hearing Franklin's words made Clara look back at him. Her brow furrowed as she saw the change in Franklin's expression. They had just made passionate love on the bed, but now Franklin's attitude confused Clara.Clara assumed that maybe Franklin regretted touching her and felt guilty. But Clara felt that it wasn't something to r
"What do you mean to stay away from him, Sis?" asked Clara in a loud voice mixed with disappointment that her brother didn't understand how emotional she was especially with Franklin. The look in her eyes portrayed curiosity as Charles continued to interrogate her relationship with Franklin. Both of Charles' eyeballs dilated. He looked at his brother sharply. The look on his face reflected concern, but there was also pent-up anger. He stepped his feet to move closer as his eyes didn't stop staring. A long sigh escaped his lips as if trying to calm himself down. "Stay away from him, Franklin is not a good man. He will destroy you. You know, yesterday there was news that a girl almost killed herself because of him. I don't want you to experience the same thing," Charles explained in a slightly calm voice trying to touch his sister's shoulder and hold it tight as a warning. Clara shook her head firmly. She stared back at her brother sharply then shook off the man's touch roughly. Her
On the other hand, Clara felt regretful. Her heart felt guilty for being part of Franklin's father's murder. All day, the girl tried calling the man, but he never answered.While sitting alone, pondering as she stared at the phone number, Clara's gaze drifted to the window. She saw heavy rain falling, soaking the plants around the porch. The cold night didn't make her feel the need for a blanket. The hatred she saw in Franklin's eyes made the girl feel quite fired up."It's cold out, I made you some warm ginger milk," said a man, interrupting Clara's thoughts. She turned her gaze to see her brother standing behind her, bending down to place two glasses of ginger milk on the table."Brother?"Charles smiled and sat next to Clara, observing her closely. There was hidden sadness in her eyelids. They were puffy and slightly red. Seeing this, he felt worried again."You don't have any problems, do you? What happened?" Charles asked, trying to ascertain his sister's condition.Clara shook h
Days passed since that afternoon incident at the cafe, and the relationship between Franklin and Clara ceased to exist. They treated each other coldly. Sometimes when they crossed paths, Clara tried to reach for Franklin's hand."Franklin, listen to me...," she would say whenever she saw him. Her face reflected a plea to be heard, as if she didn't want any misunderstandings.Well, not just misunderstandings, but hostility. Their families had been enemies for a long time. She wanted to fix everything. Her dream of living together made her heart yearn even more for the young man's love.Like tonight, Clara sat pondering in a cafe. Her ears accidentally caught a song played by the band on stage. The lyrics resonated with her, especially since their meaning matched what the girl was feeling."Miss, you've been here all day. Why don't you go home?" asked a neatly uniformed woman who was one of the cafe's waitresses.Clara turned to the woman with a weary face. She shook her head slightly a
Deep down, Franklin still loved Clara. That attraction continued to linger in his soul. However, memories of betrayal made him reluctant to hope for romance. It was better for them not to have a relationship at all. Maybe life would be more beautiful if Clara wasn't by his side.Without realizing it, Franklin's gaze kept focusing on the girl sitting beside him, asleep. Clara looked very beautiful, with a strand of hair covering her eyelid slightly marring that beauty. Franklin's fingers moved to brush away that strand of hair, revealing her face fully."I'm glad I can see you like this. However, I don't like your attitude," Franklin muttered.Feeling fingers touching her face, Clara brushed them away and slowly opened her eyes. She vaguely saw Franklin's fingers continuing to caress her hair down to her cheek. A slight smile formed on the girl's lips."What's wrong?"Franklin was startled to hear Clara's voice as she woke up. He became flustered and quickly snapped out of his actions.