Chapter 157

Clara just couldn't get her head around it. Since the very first time she laid eyes on Bellamy, she'd been trying-and failing-to understand how someone with such a messy background, someone utterly out of place among their peers, could live so fearlessly, so unapologetically. She didn't give a damn about what anyone thought. From the way she walked to how she talked, it was like icy elegance and arrogance were built into her bones. Even the most privileged and pampered women couldn't stand next to her without feeling a little small. And somehow, that woman-so infuriating in every way-managed to win Fraser's attention, his indulgence... and more than that, his love. "Why? Just 'cause you stuck around Fraser for half a year and he never even glanced your way?" Bellamy leaned on the staircase railing, walking up slowly, not even sparing Clara a backward glance. Her voice was quiet, but every word hit deep. "Clara, maybe take a good look in the mirror sometime. You look like you're walking