"Let's begin what?" Clara was confused and looked at Marcel as if he had lost his damn mind. She pulled at the binds but her hands couldn't move. It was tight and digging into her hands and skin.
She glared at Marcel, "Is this a joke or what?! Let me go this instant or I would make sure you encounter worse fate in the hands of your father," Clara threatened him knowing that Daniel was the only one that could affect Marcel.
Clara was a fool to have been blinded by her feelings for him and he threw that right back on her face. She gave Marcel her heart and he stomped on it, instead, he chose to love that lowly woman, his mistress. He chose his mistress over her? Clara was so embarrassed.
