I am Not Mistress

Clara rubbed her nape. She walked for quite a while. She used to be able to change her car quite often. Whatever was requested by her would be attempted by Daddy to be available. 

But when her daddy was even unconscious and fell into a coma suddenly because of bankruptcy, Clara couldn't do anything. She struggled and experienced an unusually large panic. She thought it might be that she could not live well. 

In the end, she depended on a crazy man named Alexandre. 

Clara sighed, she still wanted to achieve her dream of becoming a designer. She used a dress Alexandre bought her, circling the mall to calm herself down. 

Recently, her life has also become better. 

"That man turned out to be a good man." 

Clara praises Alexandre for treating her quite well, but then she remembers Alexandre's remarks about her appreciating Clara for that's why he spent the money. 

"Damn it... He treats me like a cheap woman." 

If her daddy had been sober, she didn't want to be like this, she would have run away quickly and taken a vacation. But she has even lost her love. She missed the man's figure several times. 

"Cavin..." 

The last time they met, Clara loudly said that she hadn't loved Cavin. When he needed Cavin, the man wasn't even with her. Makes her suffer and is always in contact with Alexandre. 

Clara exhaled a long breath from her mouth, the rice had become porridge and she couldn't do anything anymore. The agreement had been signed, and she hoped that Alexandre would not arrange too much for them to marry. 

Ah, damn it, even before marriage alone, Alexandre had arranged her life a lot. This made the situation even more difficult because of course Alexandre would interfere in his affairs more than this. 

"Clara? Wow ..." 

A woman with a spoiled voice just suddenly called Clara's name. It made Clara speechless because she knew who it was so well. It was Christie. She was the woman who had always hated Clara. She regarded Clara as a rival. 

Of course Clara also considered Christie her rivals. The two of them were two spoiled women who were really troublesome. 

Christie fiddled with her hair as she watched Clara hang down exhaustively on one of the mall chairs.

"Your family has fallen. Somehow, your life is now." Christie spoke casually. It didn't appear that she wanted to be sorry for Clara. She even liked that Clara's life was in trouble, so she could mock her and insult her. 

"It's not like what you think." 

Clara was about to ignore Christie. It was useless. If she did Christie, it would make her even hurt. Indeed, she was in such a hard state that she could not behave as spoiled as she used to be. 

"Naturally, you're never seen at a party again. Or ... Are you here with om-om? Ah, you have become a mistress?"

Christie touched her mouth. She looked down at Clara and laughed mockingly at Clara, who was in front of her now. Look at Clara's difficulty in replying to harsh remarks from her. If in the past Clara must have with the breadth of reciprocating her, then the two of them would have scratched each other. 

Clara took a breath from her nose. She would forget this and assume this had never happened so she could calm herself down. But what Clara didn't make Christie happy it did add to her. 

"Cheap woman." she deliberately said it in a big voice, provoking emotion from Clara, who she knew couldn't hold herself well. 

Just as Christie had guessed, Clara now turned to look at her with such a sharp look in her eyes. 

"Say it again?" Clara's voice was so loud. 

"Obviously, you're here as a cheap woman. You must be peddling your body on every old man that's here. It's a pity." Christie spoke as she adjusted her head. She looked at Clara up and down with disgusting eyes.

"as long as you know that the man I'm with is a very remarkable man, I'm sure that you won't be able to get it even the rest of your life." Clara folded her arms proudly. 

"It must be that he is an ugly and poor man. Where can there be a great man with you who is like this?" 

Christie moved her hand casually. She really underestimated Clara. 

"You'd be surprised to see it for yourself." 

"Stop your illusion of a cheap woman." 

Clara was annoyed by what was said by Christie. She ended up throwing her bag a place on Christie's face which made Christie very upset about Clara did what. She went ahead and grabbed Clara's long hair directly, a fierce fight between them happening because of it. The two women yelled at each other and shouted loudly like a child, becoming a spectacle to many people here. 

"I'm going to kill you because you dare to throw this beautiful face of mine!"

"That face of yours is the face of your hometown. It is very suitable to be a foot mat!" Clara wasn't to be outdone. Now she used her two hands to grab Christie. 

They only separated their fight when the Mall security pulled them into the room, securing this commotion and the faces of the two women were very sour. 

"I'll call my lawyer for what you're doing this, I'm making sure you'll get a sentence of being behind bars." 

Clara's body got goosebumps at hearing Christie's threat. In her current position, she was so hard against Christie because she didn't have much money to hire a lawyer. But she didn't want to apologize because this was all Christie's mistake of insulting her over and over again.

Clara lowered her head. She didn't know how to deal with this. At that time, all she imagined was Alexandre. He was a very powerful man. Of course, he would easily be able to face Christie. However, Clara would not contact Alexandre. 

Until the lawyer Christie really came and made a powerful pressure on Clara. She could only restrain herself. Maybe she would really end up in a cold prisoner's cell. 

It was then that the figure he had imagined before appeared. She looked relaxed when she came in and looked at Clara with piercing eyes. Clara immediately lowered her head for fear that the man would swallow her whole. 

"What's wrong with my future wife?" The deep voice from Alexandre had already attracted great attention from Christie. It really surprised her by the handsome figure of Alexandre, who was now grasping Clara's hand.