Chapter 3 - Clarissa Demands Answers From A Shaken Sebastian Vale
Clarissa Hart paced frantically across the penthouse living room, her expensive designer heels clicking sharply against the imported Italian tile. When the private elevator chime finally sounded, she rushed toward the foyer to intercept Sebastian the second he stepped out.
“Where have you been, Sebastian? The wedding planners have been calling my phone for hours!” Clarissa demanded with rising hysteria. Sebastian brushed past her without a single word, loosening his tie as if he were suffocating in his own clothes.
“Sebastian, look at me when I am speaking to you!” Clarissa shouted, grabbing his arm to force him to stop. Sebastian ripped his arm away from her touch with a violence that made her stumble backward onto the sofa.
“Don’t you ever touch me again, Clarissa,” Sebastian warned, his voice dead and devoid of any human warmth. Clarissa stared at him in absolute shock, her carefully manicured fingers flying to her chest in disbelief.
“Are you throwing me away for that wretched woman and those filthy street children we saw in the park?” Clarissa accused bitterly. Sebastian turned around slowly, his gray eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits as he looked at his supposed fiancée.
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“Those children are my flesh and blood, Clarissa, and you and my grandfather made them outcasts,” Sebastian stated coldly. Clarissa’s face flushed with a humiliated red, realizing her carefully orchestrated social ascension was slipping through her fingers.
“Your grandfather will disown you, Sebastian! The Vale family will never accept bastards!” she screamed at his retreating back. Sebastian didn't even look back as he slammed the heavy bedroom door shut, locking her out of his life forever.
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