Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 262: Whatever It Takes

"I already told you before Clara, I have no enmity with you. You attacked me first when I thought you wanted to be my friend. Let’s do one thing Clara..." As Anne said the last part, Clara’s eyes innocently lit up as if expectantly waiting to hear Anne say she would forget the past.

"Let’s not try to fool each other." Anne completed making Clara’s expression fall.

"I won’t try to fool you by telling you I forgive you, you instigated someone to put me in a freezer then you tried to set me up with a man you know will demand my body, not only that, you constantly tried to ruin my reputation in the company." Anne listed all those things one after another because there was no way she could forget them, and that wasn’t even the whole thing.

Back then, when she had been put in that cold freezer room, she wasn’t yet aware of the fact that she was pregnant, what if something had happened to the innocent life she was carrying that night? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The innocent child whose life was already complicated even before it was born.

"Will you continue holding on to the past? Back then, I really wanted to be your friend, I only got jealous because of Andrew. We can still be friends if you’re willing to forget everything and give me another chance, I already apologized to you about everything." As Clara spoke, she showed the face of someone who was genuinely hurt and wanted to be forgiven but what Anne saw deeply laid behind the facade was that there was no remorse.

A bitter smile rose on Anne’s lips as she said, "Then let me be the bad person here. No, I will not forgive the things you did and I’m no longer willing to be your friend."

As she said this, a trace of genuine astonishment could be seen on Clara’s face.

If Clara wanted to play the pure and innocent woman asking for forgiveness, Anne wouldn’t bother to peel off her mask, instead she would gladly play the villain who refused to let bygones be bygones.

After saying what she intended to say to Clara, Anne began to walk past her.

Once Anne wasn’t looking, Clara’s sad expression fell replaced by indifference.

Three days ago she was wasting away on her bed.

She recalled the memory vividly as if it were happening right now.

Clara’s bedroom was a soft pink paradise, having been born to elite parents she was pampered and indulged endlessly.

Ever since she had been brought back home by her mother from the station where she had been locked in a freezing room, Clara hadn’t stepped out of her room even once. She laid in her bed, staring blankly into space like someone who had lost their will to live.

Several times her mother would come into the room to cajole her into going downstairs or even taking a stroll outside to get some air but she would adamantly refuse to move or even respond.

Ingrid could only cry, heartbroken to see her child in this state.

It was never a hidden fact that Clara had always been an obsessive person ever since she was young, she had always obsessively pursued whatever she wanted until she got it.

Ingrid feared that whatever was going on with Clara right now was another one of her obsessive desires and if she didn’t get it, she would break down.

In order to give Clara some strength, Ingrid sat with her to talk to her,

"Only weak people give up on their lives and what they want Clara. If you want something, really really want something then go for it, whatever it takes." Ingrid knew having something to pursue was the only things that kept Clara going, so she encouraged it unapologetically.

As Clara heard those words from her mother, she stiffened, her dead looking, hollow eyes slowly moved to settle on Ingrid.

"Whatever it takes!" Ingrid emphasized, her features hardened telling Clara to get whatever she wanted even if it would cost something else in return.

Those words had sank into Clara and awakened something within her.

That same evening, Ingrid saw her get all dressed up. She wore a perfect looking leopard skin dress that hugged her figure, doing her hair in a straight way along with that she also wore thick and heavy makeup with bold red lips that made her look frightening.

She looked like the awakening of an alluring demoness.

"Where are you going Clara?" Seeing her daughter so provocatively dressed, Ingrid was startled for a moment. Her mouth hung agape as she stared while Clara took careful yet confident steps walking down the stairs.

"To do whatever it takes to get what I want." She replied with a bright tone to her voice. It was hard to believe that she was the same young woman rotting away in her room several hours ago.

"Bye Mom." She kissed Ingrid softly on the cheek before sauntering away and out of the Hastings family Villa.

That night, Clara went to a nightclub, the interior bustling with colors and loud music.

Going straight to the bar she asked the bartender, "I want to see the boss."

The bartender took in the woman in front of him, she was gorgeous and looked like one of his boss’s types.

"And you are?" The bartender asked.

"Let’s just say your boss and I have mutual agendas." Clara remarked in a sultry tone.

The bartender took her up to the highest floor where his boss’s private suite was located.

He gave Clara the keycard and stepped back to go back to his work. The boss always liked being surprised by ladies given free access into his room unannounced.

Clara glanced at the keycard she was given by the bartender weirdly, wondering why she was so easily given access to Gabriel’s room, but shrugged nevertheless and swiped the card, the door clicked open and immediately she stepped into the room, weird sounds began to fill her ears coming from the inner room in the suite.

The outer room was spacious with two large sofas facing one another with a coffee table in between, several decorative trinkets could be seen here and there.

On a shelf by the side there was a feminine figurine placed as a decorative piece, this figurine was basically a naked woman standing in a provocatively alluring way.

And not just that figurine, several paintings also depicted naked women, these coupled with the lewd noises coming from the inner room, Clara scrunched her face up in disgust.

The female voice was screaming all sorts of sexual words, along with that there was the loud sound of slapping flesh that made Clara instantly regret why she had come there.

She was just about to turn around and leave when she knocked against a shelf and a vase crashed to the floor.

The sounds from the inner room abruptly stopped, then came a rush of footsteps before someone began to yell,

"Who the hell is that and how dare you..." Gabriel’s words stopped instantly as he sighted Clara in his suite.

He looked shell shocked as she was the last person he would ever think to find in his space at this time of the night.

His eyes roamed over her body, she was dressed completely different from what she usually would wear.

He had never seen her wear anything close to being this sexy.

His lips suddenly quirked up in masculine appreciation,

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. A sexy little lady always hiding behind my brother’s tails."

Clara rolled her eyes at the way he was looking at her, but she had come here for a reason.

Gabriel however didn’t stop himself from unabashedly taking in her figure. In an instant, he became interested enough he turned his neck into the inner room, addressing the girl in his room with a whistle before saying, "Scram, I’ve got another business to deal with right now."

A few seconds later, a girl whose hair looked rough and tousled, her skin reddened in several places scooted out of the inner room, cast Clara one curious glance before rushing out of the suite.

Gabriel who had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist strode out to sit on a sofa where he was fully facing Clara.

"If you’re here because you want something from me miss Hastings, I’ll tell you before anything that I’ll take something in return." The way his eyes was ogling her body made Clara’s face further scrunch up in distaste but she tried not to show her disgust.

She had dressed this way to use her body as a trap like keeping sugar out to lure in ants, so it was no surprise he was reacting this way to how she looked right now.

Her heels made crisp sounds against the floor as she began to approach him, the closer she got, the wider the smirk on Gabriel’s face became.