“Who could it possibly be?” As soon as Klen told me about whoever this visitor is, I immediately questioned him on the matter. For me, this is the point at which the challenge of trying to become acquainted with the group of people who were close to the real Claudette begins to take shape. I don't have a full understanding of Claudette's background, particularly the people who are close to her. The only piece of information I have about her is that she is Julius Silverstone's only child. Other than that, I don't know anything about her. Even Taylor and Klen were strangers to me until they broke the silence and introduced themselves. I suppose the only way for me to get away with this is to claim that I have amnesia and play dumb about everything again. “It’s Reagan, Miss Claudette. Reagan Groven.” Klen then promptly answered my query. On the other hand, I don't know anything at all about Reagan Groven. Not even the tiniest bit. It's possible that he came from a family that wasn
I immediately disengaged from him and took a few steps backwards in response. He was perplexed by the abrupt response I had given him and asked me, "Claudette?" Well, we’re just even. I can't help but respond in that manner, especially considering the fact that I don't even know him, and yet he had the audacity to hug me instantly, and now he is claiming me as his Luna Bride. He claims as if he knew what Luna Bride is, which makes me wonder, does this indicate that this man, Reagan, is also a shapeshifter in some way?That is still a mystery left for me to find out, sooner or later. For the time being, I believe that it is necessary for me to deal with the repercussions of my actions, specifically the abrupt response that I gave to what Reagan had just told me.“Is there something wrong, Claudette?” After that, Reagan posed a question. I can tell by looking into his jade-green eyes that he is genuinely concerned for me or, more accurately, for Claudette.I am aware that I need to r
“What is this? Could the Alforques be among the prime suspects as well?” I immediately reacted. It is already too late for me to realize that Reagan became a little confused as a result of my reaction. What now? Should I act as if I despise them? Am I supposed to? Well, technically, I do hate them, particularly Matteo. On the other hand, I simply cannot say for certain whether or not it will be the same reaction that the real Claudette would feel at this very moment if she were present here.However, since I had already made that scene in front of Reagan, I might as well just go along with it since I had already done so. I cringe when I have to admit that my hasty reactions frequently get me into trouble or simply make it look like I'm an idiot. But it's true.I don't know what Reagan is thinking right now because I can't seem to read his mind, but judging from the expression that remained fixed on his face the entire time, it seems like he didn't even mind that I reacted in that ma
As soon as I finished reading the invitation's details to the other two, there was an odd hush that fell over us all. I had to double check between Reagan and Klen once more just to make sure that neither of them bothered to utter even a single word to react. And neither of them really didn’t at all. "What's the deal with all this silence?" I immediately inquire because I have a hard time comprehending the most likely reason behind their actions. Following a brief period during which they maintained their silence, it was actually Reagan who took the initiative to respond to my questions. He went on to say, "I can't help but suddenly wonder why the Alforques wanted to hold a party." “Why? Aren’t parties supposed to be something the Alforques are commonly fond of doing?” I inquired. This conversation is somehow becoming more useful to me, particularly because I am gaining new information not just about the Alforques but also, somehow, possibly even about that creep who resembles my
A day after Reagan visited me to check my condition and at the same time, provide me details about the progress of his investigation regarding Julius Silverstone’s death, which I later find out as something that Julius had also instructed Reagan, here I am now making some contemplations on my next move from this.Of course, I haven’t forgotten that there is an upcoming party at the Alforques Manor which I am invited to attend. At first, it really is a mystery for me. Just like what both Reagan and Klen presumed, I, too, believe it to be a little suspicious why they are hosting a party all of a sudden.I don’t particularly recall any occasion around October that requires them to celebrate for. As far as I can remember, the Alforques aren’t the type to randomly hold a party if it isn’t something they could brag about from the rest of other clans that belong to their pact.As a matter of fact, even my engagement party with Matteo took a little while to prepare because they wanted to make
Taylor and I went into town in search of some new clothes for me to look into purchasing for the upcoming party. Of course they didn’t want to allow me at first, particularly because of the incident that happened before where they completely lost me, or more like, I escaped from them.I had to work at it for a while before I was successful in persuading either one of Klen and Taylor to come with me to the city instead, just so I could be allowed to go outside. They even suggested that I just get a stylist at the mansion, but if they follow through with that suggestion, I won't wear any of it even if they give it to me for free.They have no choice but to openly support what I really want in the end because they will be required to obey me as the head of the household at the end of the day.Although, this does come with the possibility of some drawbacks. Particularly now, as I walk through the shopping district at the moment, I am being watched over not just by one but by ten different
My eyes widened in shock as a big and rough hand immediately covered my mouth and prevented me from asking for rescue. I could feel that this is a man given by the rough texture of his palm against my lips.I can also sense that he is taller than me by the way he pressed by back against his body. My height is almost at the level of his chest. I feel so inferior to this man, whoever he is. And it scares me more since we’re in a completely dark room. At this point, it just scares me to think of what could he possibly be capable of doing with me while it is just the two of us and he got me completely on hold.In my current situation, I can’t even make any movement to free myself. It is as if my entire body has been stoned by his mere presence. I have no idea how he managed to do it, but this isn’t good.I am at a complete disadvantage over here. And it scares the hell out me now that I can feel his other free hand slowly making a move. It is particularly his finger which I can sense is
This is insanely mad.Even though I am being sexually assaulted at this very moment, my body is not cooperating with my wishes to move. It is very comparable to what took place in the manor when I was in the same numb state. I have no way of being able to control myself, and the thing that makes it even worse is the fact that my body is slowly enjoying the sensation that it is experiencing.It makes me sick to my stomach to be able to recall what that creep did to me right at this moment when the very same situation is taking place at this very moment. At this point, the one thing that I cannot say for certain is whether or not I will be able to escape from this situation once more just like I did in the manor.I wish I could believe that I have some control over the man who has me restrained against the wall, but it appears that such thoughts may be futile at this point. I felt his tongue licking the back of my neck as his mouth remained pressed against me.Wait, what?!I've experien