Clara's POV
The following morning, I got out of bed and stood in front of the room's mirror, reflecting on my life and what had happened to me.
Even without Ken, I always had Claire by my side, and my life revolved around my daughter. Her passing is extremely painful. I thought back to the times when Claire was alive, when it was just the two of us.
Life has never been the same without her, and it would be in vain.
However, I intend to direct all of my suffering, rage, and resentment towards Ken and his mistress to make them understand the same thing that I do. And now I have someone to assist me in my revenge.
Compared to my room with Claire, this one is much larger. The rugs and other furnishings were extremely soft, the curtains were hung so high, the walls were painted white with a hint of color, and everything exuded wealth and class.
A knock was heard at the door, bringing me back to the present. Being aware of where I am,I walked to the door and opened it,it was a maid stood with a tray of food,she looked like she would want to be anywhere else from my room,who brought food for my breakfast since i still does not know my way around the house yet.I wouldn't call it a house but a freaking mansion.
Allowing the maid in,i decided to know more about Kai,i can't just be left behind about knowing him,if he knows so much about me.
"What is your name?" I asked the maid to appear friendly,but to her disbelief and the look on her face, she look petite with her long black hair in a messy low bun and low lashes,she looks decent enough. My question was met with silence from the maid, as though I were speaking directly into a wall. With a single nod, she walked away.
"Well, that was something," I said aloud as I sat down to eat her breakfast, which consisted of pancakes with blueberries and a cup of milk on top, drizzled with honey. Recalling Claire's love for blue, her favorite color, brought tears to my eyes. I had a shower after finishing my breakfast, and the bathroom was spacious, lovely, and serene.
After the shower, I went into the walk-in closet to get dressed; the gown was beautiful and fit perfectly.
Where did Kai get all of these? Other than the maids, I have not seen any women in his home. How did he know my size and manage to have everything set up so nicely?
I was contemplating my next move as I made my way back to the bedroom when there was a knock.
"Who is it?" "Who could it be?" I asked myself. My food was delivered by the maid not too long ago.
"It is Kai; may I come in?" The voice on the other side of the door was so calming. I did not expect him to be here; he must have been aware of yesterday.
"Yes, you can," I said as I walked to open the door. Kai was so attractive and well-groomed that he looked like a freshly baked good, with his sleek jawline and damp hair.I shifted to the side and let him in after clearing my mind.
"So, how was your night? He inquired while scanning the room, his gaze drawn to the towel I used to wipe my hair.
Even though I could not say whether the night was truly fine based on what I saw yesterday, I answered, "It was fine," but I was not going to tell him that; instead, I was going to keep that thought to myself for the time being.
"Hmmm," he said, staring at me intently as if he could tell I was lying and was aware of what had transpired.
Feigning otherwise,I asked "what is it you what ? I don't expect you to come all the way up here ."
"Well," he said, "I wanted to discuss the contract with you and see if you wanted to add anything else.
The contract states that we will be together for a year, which I am fine with and have nothing against, but I want my own money that is not tied to you. I will keep everything I make and have to myself. Are you okay with that? "Like I said, the catch is that you are helping me with my revenge to get back at the people that I hold bitter against." I told him.
I refuse to allow what has happened to me to happen again. If I want to exact this retribution, I will need to earn my own money and will not want to rely on Kai for it.
"I will admit that you are a smart woman, but as I previously stated, there would be no romantic attraction in this relationship. I am not seeking a wife; I am simply trying to get the wolves in my company off my back."
It is a win-win situation for both of us. As for me, I lost my daughter, my parents disowned me, and everyone believes I am dead, so let the games start.
"Yes, partner, let us sign this contract and let the fireworks start. You get what you want and I get my revenge." I offer him a handshake. I sensed a slight current from him as he shook my hand, which is both smooth and rough. I assumed he felt it too, because I looked into his eyes.
I cleared my throat, released his hands, took the pen he had purchased from his pocket, and signed the contract with Claire's and my names. I gave it to him, and he glanced at it and at me. Knowing what he was thinking, I said, "She will always be with me or part of me."
He simply nodded and signed his side of the agreement without saying anything. "It is done, partner."
What should I do next? I asked, "Do you want a wedding?" and he looked at me and said, "Is that what you want?"
Even though I am pretty sure what I want, I suppose we could have a small wedding to make this arrangement a reality.
In order to make it seem real, to get my name out there, and to start looking for possible business partners, I told him I would not mind having a small wedding.
After agreeing and telling me to write down my preferences for the wedding, he departed.
I was left to think alone. While getting ready for a wedding is one thing, getting noticed by others—especially with a new face—is quite another.
"Am I ready?" I said this to no one.