PRESENT: Claire’s heart stopped in her chest as she stared at the face she hadn’t fully registered earlier, now exposed from behind the sunglasses and nose mask. Panic surged through her veins. How did she miss this? “Roy,” her voice trembled, her lips barely forming the name. “Why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asked, his tone almost casual, as if they were old friends catching up. Her mind reeled, piecing together what should have been obvious. Roy was colorblind, of course, he’d confuse green for yellow. She had been too dismissive, brushing off those texts. And now, she was exactly where he wanted her. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky as her hand slowly inched toward the door handle. Roy leaned forward and grabbed her wrist with a vice-like grip, his smile dark and unsettling. “I guess you were busy taking care of your husband. I was only planning to hit him a little, but, well… things got out of hand.” Claire’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened a
Roy’s weight pinned Claire against the bed, his hands roaming her body as she thrashed beneath him, desperate to break free. His hot breath ghosted against her ear, his tongue dragging across her skin, leaving a trail of repulsion and fear. His lips found her neck, kissing and sucking as she turned her head away, tears stinging her eyes. “Stop struggling,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “You’ll just make this harder for yourself.” She felt the unwelcome pressure of his erection against her thigh, and panic coursed through her veins. Her mind screamed for a way out, her instincts kicking into overdrive. Do something. Do something now. With every ounce of her strength, Claire forced her knee between his legs. She paused just long enough to aim, then drove it upward as hard as she could. Roy’s scream tore through the room, high-pitched and guttural. His body recoiled in agony, clutching himself as he rolled off her. Claire didn’t waste a second. Heart pounding, she scra
Alex's secretary, Vanessa, stormed into the hospital, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. Her face was etched with concern as she approached the police officer stationed outside Alex's room. "Where's Claire?" she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. The officer shook his head. "She rushed out a few hours ago. Said it was urgent. She hasn’t been back since." Vanessa’s chest tightened. That text from Claire had sounded off, and now, her absence made it even worse. Trying to mask her panic, she stepped aside and pulled out her phone. With quick taps, she found Claire’s mother’s number and called. The phone rang twice before a kind but worried voice answered, "Hello?" "Mrs. Smith, this is Vanessa. I work with Mr Steele—Claire’s husband." "Oh, Vanessa! Is everything alright? Is Alex okay?" Vanessa hesitated. "He’s stable, but... I was wondering if you’ve heard from Mrs Steele. Do you know where she is?" Her mother sounded confused. "Clair
Roy dragged Claire’s limp body into his hideout, tossing her onto the cold floor with a thud. He tied her hands and feet with coarse rope, securing her tightly to a chair before locking the door behind him. Outside, the cool night air did little to calm his frayed nerves. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Charlotte’s name flashing. He rolled his eyes and answered, his voice deceptively calm. “Hello.” “I just got news that Claire is missing. Do you have her?” Charlotte’s voice was sharp, panic lacing her words. “Yes, I do.” “You fucking idiot! Don’t tell me it was her you were after this whole time! Do you even know what’s happening right now?” Roy frowned, irritation bubbling to the surface. “What’s your problem, Charlotte? I’m handling it.” Charlotte scoffed “Handling it? You just set off the police by visiting Alex in the hospital and now kidnapping his wife. If Alex wakes up before you finish y
Charlotte burst into the hotel room she shared with Charles, radiating anger and anxiety. She stormed over to the minibar, grabbed a bottle of whisky, and gulped it down like water. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down!” Charles rushed toward her, snatching the bottle from her hands. “What the fuck is going on?” “We’re fucked. We’re fucking fucked, Charles,” Charlotte snapped, pacing back and forth, her heels clicking against the floor. “Will you please calm down and tell me what’s going on?” he demanded, his tone growing sharper. “First, Roy kidnaps Claire, and I’m sure the police are already on his trail. It’s only a matter of time before they catch him,” she said, her voice trembling with frustration. “Roy did what? That dude is insane! He’s going to ruin all our plans at this point,” Charles exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “Our plans are already ruined,” Charlotte said flatly. “What do you mean?” he asked, his face pale. She stopped pacing and turned to face him.
Vanessa received Claire’s message while in the middle of coordinating with the police. Relief washed over her briefly as she realized Claire was still alive, but her heart sank when she saw the name in the message: Roy. Without hesitation, she rushed into the command center, showing the new message to the lead investigator. “We need this number traced immediately,” she demanded, her voice firm but filled with urgency. The team sprang into action, setting up a trace on the number while simultaneously digging into Roy’s background. As she paced the room, Vanessa’s phone buzzed with a call from one of the higher-ups overseeing Roy’s case. “I thought he was securely behind bars,” Vanessa said, her voice laced with frustration. “That’s what the records show,” the official responded. “We have no information on how he could be out there, roaming freely.” Vanessa gritted her teeth, her mind racing. “We need to find him fast. If it’s actually Roy, then she’s in serious danger. I’m s
Vanessa hesitated, taking a deep breath as she walked toward Alex’s bed. The weight of the news she had to deliver hung heavily in the air. She could see the panic starting to settle in Alex’s eyes as he looked up at her, desperate for answers. “Mr Steele…” Vanessa began, her voice tight with emotion. “Your wife is missing.” “What do you mean my wife is missing? How can she be missing? What even happened?” Alex quickly replied, his voice rising with panic. Mrs. Smith could barely hold her balance at the news that her daughter was missing. “Was it when you called me to ask if I’d heard from Claire?” she managed to say, her voice trembling, the tears already threatening to spill. “Yes, ma’am,” Vanessa replied, dropping her head, unable to meet their eyes. “It’s been two days. You said she was fine. I asked you what happened, and you said everything was fine. Where is my daughter?” Mrs. Smith’s voice cracked, a mixture of confusion and despair seeping through. Alex was still
Alex charged toward the scream as fast as he could. There was a small shelter they had overlooked down the hill, and Alex quickly charged at it, flinging the door open. He was met with the sight of Roy holding Claire down, his pants halfway off. Alex’s body was weak, his injuries still fresh, but the sight of Claire in danger ignited something within him. He forced himself to move, landing a punch on Roy, but it lacked the full force of his usual strength. Roy growled in anger, about to retaliate, but then he sensed the presence of others around him. Realizing he was no longer alone, he shoved Alex aside and made a break for the door. With all the strength he could muster, Alex rushed toward Claire, lifting her into his arms. He held her tightly, running his hands down her hair to calm her down. She clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” Alex whispered, his voice soothing but strained as he held her tighter. He didn’t know how much more of this he co
Alex unfolded the letter with Claire by his side, their shoulders touching as they leaned over the words. His hand tightened slightly on the paper as he read aloud: “I don’t expect forgiveness, nor do I deserve it. What I did, everything I did, was wrong. I’ve spent months reflecting on my actions and the pain I caused both of you. You didn’t deserve any of it. All I can offer now is an apology, but I know words can never undo the harm. Please know I’m truly sorry. —Charles.” A heavy silence settled over them. Claire stared at the letter, her expression unreadable. "What do you think this means?" Alex asked, his voice low, almost hesitant. “After refusing to see me for months” Claire let out a slow breath. "I don’t know. Maybe it’s his way of closing a chapter, or maybe it’s guilt finally catching up to him. Either way, it doesn’t change what he’s done." Alex studied her face for a moment. "Do you think he means it?" She shrugged. "Maybe he does. Maybe it’s just words.
They stood in tense silence, their words still hanging heavy in the air, neither willing to break the stalemate. Finally, Alex scoffed lightly, dragging a hand down his face, breaking the tension between them. “What are we doing?” he muttered, his voice weary. “Yeah,” Claire echoed softly, “what are we doing?” Alex stepped closer, his movements slow, and carefully pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist, but her arms stayed stiff at her sides. “I know you were scared,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I swear to you, it will never happen again.” “You promise?” she whispered, her voice laced with doubt. “Yes,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “I promise. And I’m sorry about what I said earlier about your ex. That wasn’t fair. None of this is your fault.” Claire’s shoulders softened as her anger gave way to exhaustion. Slowly, she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his waist. Alex exhaled deeply i
The sound of the hospital door opening snapped them both out of their reverie. They sprang to their feet in an instant, their eyes fixed on the doctor who stepped into the room, his expression unreadable. Alex’s heart hammered in his chest as he took a step forward, Claire beside him, her hand gripping his. The doctor looked between them, clearing his throat before speaking. "She's stable now, but we’ll need to monitor her closely. The impact was serious, but we've done everything we can for now." The relief that flooded through Alex was almost overwhelming, but his eyes never left the doctor. "Is she going to be okay? Will she make it through?" The doctor nodded slowly, his gaze softening. "It’s too soon to say for certain, but we’re hopeful. She’s a fighter." Claire let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and Alex tightened his grip on her hand and that made her realize they were holding hands. She quickly let go of his hand and Alex looked back confused a
Claire wasted no time getting back into her car and driving straight to Alex’s office. It took her a little over thirty minutes to arrive, and she rushed inside without a second thought. When she reached his office, it was empty. Letting out a scream of frustration, she ran her hands through her hair, feeling her composure slipping away. Desperation clawed at her as she fished her phone out of her bag and dialed Vanessa’s number. The line barely rang before Vanessa picked up. “Where is Alex?” Claire demanded without preamble. “Mr. Steele left work right after the meeting concluded about an hour ago,” Vanessa replied calmly. “An hour ago?” Claire repeated. “Yes. Is everything okay?” “He’s not picking his calls. Is there any other way I can reach him?” Vanessa hesitated. “I’ve been trying to pass on some information to him too, but I can’t reach him either. He hasn’t responded to anything.” Claire closed her eyes, frustration boiling over. There was no way to get ahold of h
Claire couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Roy’s mother standing at her doorstep, her face twisted with anger. “What are you doing here?” Claire asked in a sharp voice. “What am I doing here?” Roy’s mother shot back, her tone laced with venom. “My son died because of you. If you hadn’t left him, if only you’d taken him back, he’d still be alive right now!” Claire let out a bitter scoff, folding her arms defensively. “Don’t kid yourself. Your son died because he didn’t know when to back down. That’s not my fault, it was his choice to walk that path.” “You little wench!” Roy’s mother snarled, stepping forward and grabbing the front of Claire’s shirt with trembling hands. “How dare you talk about my son like that?” Claire’s mother became worried as the raised voices reached her. She quickly rose from her seat and began making her way to the door to know what is going on. Claire didn’t flinch under Roy’s mother’s grip. Her voice was low but firm as she asked, “Do you know w
It had been days since the investigation was officially launched, and tension had only grown thicker. The turning point came when an anonymous source submitted damning evidence to the authorities, call logs, text messages, and voicemails between Charlotte and Roy. The material was meticulous, exposing every detail of their plan: from luring Alex to the restaurant to orchestrating the photo and even identifying the person who had taken it. The board had convened once again to address the new developments. Alex walked into the office that morning, accompanied by Claire. She had insisted on coming, though she knew she wouldn’t be allowed into the conference room. Instead, she lingered outside, her nerves fraying as she waited for the meeting to begin. As she paced the hallway, she felt the air shift. When she looked up, Charlotte was walking toward her with her usual confident stride, though her face betrayed the slightest hint of stress. “I see you’re still with him, even after
Alex brought out his phone and placed it on the table before hitting the play button on the recording. The room fell silent as Alex’s voice filled the air, followed by Charlotte’s damning words. Gasps erupted from the board members, their shock evident as they exchanged wide-eyed glances. Charles, visibly flustered, slammed his hand on the table. “This is a desperate attempt to save yourself, Alex! That recording is fake, fabricated to sabotage me because you’re losing your place in the company!” Alex smirked, taking a deliberate step forward, his confidence radiating. “Oh, is that what you think I’m doing, Charles?” He leaned on the table, locking eyes with him. “Funny, because Charlotte would’ve thrown you under the bus if I had reconsidered her little offer.” With a tap on his phone, Alex resumed the recording, letting the incriminating part play. “I might just reconsider if you rethink your decision and choose me instead. We can turn our scandal into a love story.” T
The next day, Claire woke up earlier than usual, determined to make breakfast for Alex. She served him a plate of eggs and toast, but he barely touched it, eating absently while his mind wandered to the impending board meeting. “I could come with you, you know,” Claire offered hesitantly, watching him down the last sip of his coffee. He gave her a soft smile and shook his head. “I appreciate it, but it’s better if you stay here. I’ll handle it.” Claire didn’t press further, though she hated the thought of him facing everything alone. At the office, Alex walked through the building, catching the curious glances of employees who were clearly aware of the ongoing scandal. He ignored them, his focus set on the day ahead. Once in his office, he placed his phone on the desk and called Claire, her voice the only thing that could steady his nerves. “I’m already in,” he told her. “I’ll update you after the meeting.” “Just breathe, Alex. You’ll get through this,” Claire sai
Charles leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as the board members nodded one after the other, each voicing their agreement. The private meeting had gone exactly as he’d planned. The chaos surrounding Alex’s personal life had provided the perfect opportunity to strike, and now the board was on his side. “It’s settled then,” Charles said, his voice calm but laced with triumph. “We’ll convene tomorrow to finalize the motion. The longer we wait, the more damage this scandal will cause.” One of the senior board members cleared his throat. “We’re only doing this for the sake of the company. Alex has been a good CEO, but we can’t afford to let sentimentality ruin us.” “Exactly,” Charles replied smoothly. “This is about protecting the company and its future. Nothing personal.” After the meeting, Charles stepped out of the conference room, where Charlotte was waiting for him in the hallway. She was leaning casually against the wall, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.