Chapter 6

• “You came in too late. It's already dark and you're just returning to the house. I’m not going to tolerate this” Dylan snapped the moment Clara walked through the door. He looked like he’d been waiting for her in the sitting room, his face tight with frustration, fingers drumming angrily on his thigh.
• “You heard me,” Dylan said again, his voice harsh and unyielding when Clara didn’t respond.
• Clara had just come back from her family house, her mind weighed down with pain and confusion. She had been late because she had to plead with her father to let them take things slow.
• Mr. Trust wanted Clara to return Dylan's money and end the contract marriage. Like any normal person with feelings, he wouldn’t want to be an in-law to a family that brings about his downfall.
• After a lot of pleading and reminding him that Carla and Carolyn would have to drop out of school due to a lack of money, he reluctantly agreed to let Clara handle the situation and take her time with her revenge.
• “I believe all of this is detailed in the contract we signed. We don't meddle into each other's business. Stop acting otherwise, I have the right to leave the house and return anytime I please,” Clara said angrily, ready to storm out of his presence when Dayla roughly grabbed her hand.
• “While you’re living under my roof, you have to do what I say. I don’t care what the contract says,” Dayla said, his voice sharp and his eyes blazing with anger.
• Clara glared at him, her anger rising. Different thoughts came racing through her mind, and soon, tears began to flow freely down her cheeks as she realized she wouldn’t have been in that kind of situation if Dayla's father hadn’t been so cruel.
• She felt an urge to grab his neck and strangle him, but she knew she didn’t have the strength to follow through.
• “You’re hurting me,” Clara said slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks and her nose running as she cried.
• Dayla wondered whether it was the way he was holding her or the way he had yelled at her that was causing her to tear up. Frustrated, he let her go, and she stumbled, falling to the ground. The site of her crumbling weakly only fueled his anger.
• “Don’t make me regret entering into this contract marriage with you. I never knew you are this weak that you cry over little things? Can’t you just speak up instead of crying,” Dayla said angrily as he walked away from her. Even though he knew he had been too harsh, he was too proud to turn back and apologize.
• Clara watched him leave as she struggled to get to her feet. It was incredibly difficult for her to stay under the same roof with the traitor she had been searching for.
• She wiped her eyes, and felt relieved that none of the house staff were around to witness the scene.
• Clara was determined to act as if nothing was wrong and not give Dayla any indication of her true feelings.
• Her plan was to search for evidence against Dayla's family and how Dayla's father had caused the downfall of her own family's company. Once she found the evidence, she intended to confront him and seek justice. Clara knew it wouldn't be easy, especially since Dayla was connected to many powerful people in the country.
• She made her way to the elevator to go to her room, feeling heavy-hearted. She wondered why she hadn't seen any of the house staff to help carry her bag. Perhaps Dayla had instructed them to go to bed since it was already late, but that was the least of her concerns.
• Once in her room, she sat down in front of the mirror and took a wipe to clean her face. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
• The thought of how she would manage to gather evidence against Ethan's family made her feel nauseous.
• After pondering for so long without any ideas to solve her troubles, she finally resolved to put the thoughts aside for the next day and get some rest. She changed her dress into her nightwear and just as she climbed into bed, she heard a gentle knock at the door.
• Her heart raced as she wondered who it could be. "The housekeepers haven't been around since I got back, could it be Dayla?" she thought.
• With a sluggish pace and a flurry of questions in her mind, she made her way to the door. Standing there was the head of the housekeepers.
• “Good evening, ma'am,” she greeted, while Clara nodded, curious about what she needed and contemplating whether to ask why none of the housekeepers had been there to welcome her when she returned.
• “Mr. Dayla wants you in his room,” she said with a slight bow.
• “For what?” Clara asked, intrigued. She had had enough of him, and the thought of seeing him again might even keep her awake all night.
• “I have no idea, ma’am,” she replied before leaving when Clara gestured for her to go.
• Clara returned to her room and changed out of her nightie, she certainly wouldn’t go into his room wearing something so revealing.
• As she walked toward his room, various thoughts raced through her mind. Should she confront him or just keep pretending that nothing was happening? It was honestly a tough decision for her.
• When she reached the front of his room, she lingered there, not knocking, trying to figure out why he might have called her–did he want to apologize or something else?
• Clara was still lost in thought when the door suddenly opened. The strong scent of his cologne snapped her back to reality, and as she looked up, her eyes met Dayla's, who was displaying his impressive six-pack abs since he wasn't wearing a shirt.
• For some moment, Clara stood there, completely captivated and admiring him helplessly. At that moment, she had completely forgotten her troubles.
• “Come inside,” Dayla said, his voice sounding cute and, fo
• r the first time, a bit romantic which made her heart flutter.