Inheritance of Deceit

Clara Henry stood on her family's big balcony, feeling the cool morning breeze against her skin. She wore a soft silk robe that swayed gently in the wind. Below her, the gardens were a sight to behold. Flowers bloomed in a riot of colours, perfectly arranged like a painting. It was beautiful, no doubt. Still, Clara felt a hole inside her that couldn't be filled. Everyone thought life was perfect for her, the only child of one of the richest families in the country. But richness didn't buy happiness.

At twenty-one, she had the looks and grace of a model. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, which lit up with a natural glow. But it was her deep brown eyes that told a different story. They showed her intelligence and longing. To many, she appeared perfect. Yet, Clara wanted something deeper. She craved true love, not the kind that came with expectations because of her family's name. The many men who pursued her only made her feel worse. They were charming, but their true motives always showed up sooner or later.

Her parents, Gregory and Margaret Henry, gave her all the possible luxuries. They sent her on fancy vacations and even paid for her spot at Hillcrest University, the best school around. Their plan was clear: surround Clara with the elite. But instead of feeling special, she often felt like she didn't fit in. All she wanted was something real-an experience that went beyond appearances and privilege.

Just as she was lost in thoughts, her phone buzzed, pulling her back to the present. She smiled when she saw the name flashing on the screen: Adaora, her best friend from childhood.

"Good morning, daydreamer," Adaora teased. "What's your plan for today?"

Clara let out a soft sigh. "Oh, you know. Just classes, and probably some family stuff. Just another day in my life."

Adaora chuckled. "Oh, the drama of being rich and beautiful! My heart aches for you."

Clara laughed, but there was a little sadness in her tone. "If only it were that simple."

They chatted for a while, and it felt great to forget her worries. But as the call ended, Clara found herself thinking deeply again. She got ready and hopped into her sleek black car, driving through the grand gates of Hillcrest University. As she arrived, she couldn't shake off a strange feeling. Something seemed like it was about to shift in her life.

Hillcrest University was buzzing with life. Students zipped across the perfectly kept lawns, surrounded by impressive old buildings that held a lot of history. Clara walked gracefully, catching the eyes of many as she headed to her first class: Literature and Society, which she loved. She chose her usual seat by the window, where she could see the vibrant campus life outside. But today, her mind wandered elsewhere.

The lecture kicked off, and the professor introduced the day's topic. Suddenly, a voice broke through. It wasn't loud, but it commanded attention. Deep and sure, it added energy to the room. Curious, Clara turned to look.

And there he was. Jack. He stood tall, with sharp features and an easy confidence that grabbed her attention. Dressed casually in a simple shirt and jeans, it was his aura that stood out. As he spoke passionately, the room buzzed with excitement. Clara couldn't help but stare.