Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Harry grinned wickedly. “You’re squealing already? Save your energy. Don’t worry. No one will come even if you scream your lungs out here.” 

Clara’s face paled further. It was true. It was desolate and far from the cluster of villas. It was getting dark. Who could come to her rescue? 

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and advanced toward Clara. He grinned lewdly and pounced. 

Clara dodged and, with a spinning motion, kicked out. Her foot hit Harry on the back of his head. It was a classic combat move. 

Harry cried out painfully. He fell forward, thorns scratching his forehead. He bled. 

“Fuck!” Harry struggled to get up, but he was dizzy. 

Clara didn’t expect to defeat Harry with a single move. She turned and dashed into the forest. 

The sky darkened. The sun was setting soon. 

Harry caught up before Clara ran far. “You bitch. Don’t think you can escape today.” Harry pounced at Clara. 

There was a loud ripping sound. Harry had torn Clara’s top, revealing her shoulder. 

Harry’s eyes widened. His excitement grew. She felt great. 

Harry’s touch made Clara feel nauseated. She was at a disadvantage. She had no strength to run. She couldn’t hide. She couldn’t call anyone for help. Clara backed away slowly. 

Night fell rapidly. 

Suddenly, Clara’s foot slipped, and she swayed. She heard the sound of stones falling and was startled. She realized she was standing on a cliff. The falling stones made no sound. She didn’t know how deep it was below. 

Harry leered at her. “Where can you go now, bitch? How dare you hurt me? You have to die today.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Who sent you?” Clara, on the brink of terror, asked. She almost fell into despair. She wanted to die at the thought of being raped. 

“You’ve offended a big shot.” Harry’s eyes were bloodthirsty as he closed in. 

A big shot? Clara was stunned. How many people did she know in Zwingenrath? Could it be Willard? Just because Willard didn’t get to call the shots on the project? 

“Who?” Clara’s voice shook. Her fingers trembling. 

“Come here and please me, and I’ll make it pleasant for you.” Harry had already unbuckled his belt and 

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dropped his pants. He rubbed his hands, then remembered what Tamara had told him. “Tsk. Since you’re dying, I’ll spill the beans. You offended someone called Colon. You shouldn’t have gotten in his way.” 

Clara was dumbfounded. The name cut through her heart like a dagger. It hurt. She never dreamt that Walter would want her dead.