The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 52

As I walked out of Marcus's house, the window of a sleek Maybach rolled down at the entrance.

"Clara, now you have no reason to refuse me anymore."

It was Brandon.

He had pursued me relentlessly for five years.

We had been university classmates, and he had chased after me for a total of seven years.

I opened the car door, got into the passenger seat, and closed my eyes without saying a word.

Brandon carefully buckled my seatbelt and drove me away—away from the place I had called home for five years.

Two months later, my lawyer informed me that Marcus had finally signed the divorce papers.

He had left almost everything behind.

Was it spring already?

Marcus, did you think that was enough for me to forgive you?

Not even close.

With everything settled, I went to find my biological parents.

Grandma had told me before she passed—they were the wealthiest family in the country.

I had been mistakenly switched at birth.

I didn't know why Grandma had waited until her final moments to tell me the truth.

All I knew was that overnight, I became the long-lost heiress of an empire, adored and cherished beyond measure.

At twenty-nine, my parents planned to throw me a grand birthday banquet.

"Clara, what do you want for your birthday? We'll give you anything you desire."

It seemed like they were trying to make up for lost time, granting me every request without hesitation.

"Anything?"

"Of course! Even if you want the stars in the sky, your father will find a way to bring them down for you."

So this was what it felt like to be loved.

"Then I want Grayson Corporation."

That night, the mansion was illuminated brightly, and the banquet began as scheduled.

The Hope Family was on an entirely different level compared to the Grayson Family.

Only the most powerful and elite attended.

Before the event even started, I stood on the second floor, scanning the crowd for a familiar face.

Naturally, the main guest had to be invited.

And he arrived—alongside Anna.

As if sensing my gaze, Marcus turned his head, his eyes locking onto mine through the sea of people.

Dressed in an exquisite white gown, I descended the grand staircase gracefully, stopping beside him.

Before I could speak, Anna scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Dressed up like some big deal—do you really think you're the main character tonight?"

It had been a while since I last saw her.

Pampered by Marcus, she had grown even more arrogant and spoiled.

Even in her delicate pink gown, she exuded nothing but condescension.