Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 311: He Knows?
When Clara entered the bedroom Anne shared with Andrew, she felt the stab of pain in her chest again.
She had been laying here since she was brought back from the hospital but even then, immediately she had entered this bedroom, everything smelt of Anne, felt like Anne that it became extremely suffocating.
’So in the end, I was unable to get the love of the man I want. I had to become you in order to live with him.’
She smiled bitterly, a wave of anger rushing up her chest but she suppressed it.
There were hired nurses stationed in her room by Elder Sterling to look after her, when they were about to approach her to check on her, Clara immediately waved them off, ordering them to leave the room until she called for them.
She couldn’t afford to have them examine her and end up finding out she had not given birth at all. In fact she was trying really hard to show that exhaustion in her eyes and put that careful slowness to her walk while the maid’s assisted her in moving around.
When the nurses were gone, she sent the maids to stand outside and was finally left alone in the room. Only then did she allow the rage to show up on her face.
She looked around the room with bitter hatred. The pictures on the walls, even the huge bed where she knew Anne and Andrew had slept in together multiple times.
She walked towards the gigantic walk in closet that looked befitting for a modern day queen. Designer items in every drawer, every cabinet, diamonds on the jewels in the glass displays, designer bags, all of it made her heart sting.
These things were befitting for the Sterling family mistress, these things were all hers!
She was the one supposed to have them all, not Anne!
Clara angrily stomped into the closet. She began picking out every piece of clothing Anne had worn before. She threw them all down to the floor, then screamed, "Katie!"
There was a certain maid who had been following her around and she had heard someone call that maid’s name, she kept it in mind so no one would begin to suspect her of being fake.
After a few seconds when there was no reply, she called again, "Katie!"
The young woman came running into the closet, "Yes mistress?"
Clara pointed to the stack of clothes on the floor, "Get rid of all this trash. I want them burned."
Katie glanced at the clothes, "But mistress...those are still new, you’ve only worn them once."
Katie felt that it would be wasteful to just burn perfectly good clothes, however Clara glowered at her. She had never seen such a furious look on Anne’s face before.
"Do I look like a pauper to you? Do I look like I can’t afford clothes? I said I don’t want these clothes anymore, burn them!"
Katie shook at Clara’s words, Anne had never yelled at her like that before. She quickly bent to start grabbing the clothes, "Yes mistress."
With the pile of clothes in her arms, Katie walked out of the closet.
She stopped at the door with a small frown on her face as she glanced around at the woman inside for a second before she walked out of the room.
Why did she feel like...in the span of a few hours the mistress had changed so much? Almost as if she had become a completely different person.
There was certainly a big yet unobvious change. Perhaps a woman became more cranky after giving birth.
Katie dismissed the doubts and got to doing her task.
Once the maid was out of the room, Clara sat in front of the vanity brushing her hair. The long strands of brown, wavy hair flowed between her fingertips.
She stopped, tracing a finger over her smooth, supple cheek as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"I am the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen...there isn’t another like me." She hummed a song softly as her lips lifted in a smile.
She had to admit, the bitch was very beautiful.
"In this world...there isn’t another like me."
Yes, there was definitely not another like her, at least not for long anymore.
There had been one, but she had imitated that one beautiful face and made it hers.
Sure she’d had to have a few parts of hr body accentuated and a few parts chipped off so she could perfectly fit Anne’s figure , and also had to endure so much pain to get to look exactly like her, but right now, it was all worth it.
After some ups and downs, in the end she had gotten what she’d always wanted.
She had become the wife of the Sterling family, with a child...an heir to stabilize her position.
Now nothing could destroy this life she’d attained.
And most importantly, she’d become Andrew’s wife.
"See Anne? I won," Clara smiled saying to her reflection softly. It had taken a huge sacrifice, but she had won in the end.
Clara took a very hot bath in the jacuzzi inside the bathroom, smiling and humming to herself. After which she slept relaxingly in the large bed, she only woke up hours ago.
Finding herself in the room that looked like it was meant for modern royalty, Clara smiled to herself.
Indeed, one person’s wealth was higher than another’s. Anyone could call themselves a wealthy person when they had what they thought was enough, but the kind of wealth in the Sterling family was one that could give someone enough power to lord over everything.
She entered the bathroom to relieve herself for a moment and halted when she caught her reflection in the mirror.
Ah, for a moment she had almost forgotten she was using this face now.
Clara smirked, her eyes showing viciousness, before her expression suddenly changed to glaring at her own reflection that showed a face that didn’t belong to her saying, "I want you to see this, see me as I claim my life...my love from you, this is only the beginning."
Saying that she turned around heading out of the room, then went over to the nursery.
Andrew had returned for a few hours now, but he never left the nursery, he sat there holding his daughter in his arms.
Clara found him sitting on a small sofa in the room cradling the child in his arms, his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.
He seemed asleep.
Clara was shocked to see how quiet the kid was in his arms.
She walked forward quietly, Andrew seemed to have fallen asleep, gently she took the child from his arms.
Clara carried the child staring into the infant’s face with a smile, however all of a sudden, the child that had looked peaceful suddenly opened her eyes, immediately seeing the person now carrying her, her lips twitched and a piercing cry filled the nursery.
Clara’s smile faltered.
The child seemed to despise the person carrying her, she thrashed her arms around wailing loudly.
’She hates me! Your fucking daughter hates me Anne! This little cunt!’ Clara felt like throwing the crying child on the floor and squashing the little thing under her feet. For a moment she had wanted to fool herself that this was hers and Andrew’s child, but of course the little thing must know it’s real mother.
While Clara was staring at the child viciously, a deep voice suddenly spoke making her jolt.
"Who told you to touch my daughter?"
Clara looked up suddenly frightened, seeing Andrew suddenly wide awake staring at her with piercing black eyes.
Clara wasn’t able to speak as Andrew stood up towering over her.
Without another word, he extended his arm and Clara quickly handed the child to him absentmindedly.
In less than a second, the child was quiet again.
Seeing the dark look in Andrew’s eyes, Clara reached out to him.
"You haven’t gotten to rest since you returned. Why don’t you give her to me for now?"
Andrew glanced up at her again, his eyes calm yet there seemed to be turbulent storms roiling within.
"What makes you think you’re worthy to hold my child?"
Clara’s eyes immediately shot up to look at him.
Her heart hammered against her ribcage.
The look in his eyes was clear rage...anger mixed with hate.
No this couldn’t be.
She had been remodeled to perfection, from her face to her body structure, everything perfectly curated to resemble Anne and she had spent more than three months recovering from the agonizing pain of this cloning procedure, there was no way he would have figured her out.
Why was he looking at her with so much hatred in his eyes now?
Or could it be...he knows?
