Claire was a bit tipsy in the dimly lit bar. Her eyes fell on the handsome stranger sitting in the corner, and she wanted him. She knew it was the alcohol, but she couldn't care less, especially after finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend.Staggering over to him, she took the empty seat in front of him. "Hey, handsome," she said.He said nothing and just stared at her."Want to have a fun night with me?" she continued.He said nothing, but he started to consider it. It wouldn't hurt to have a one-night stand with the pretty woman in front of him. It might help him take his mind off his father's death and the inheritance issues going on in his family that he was tired of.“My place?” He finally spoke“Yes” She replied and they left the bar together to his place.As she stirred awake the next morning, the presence of a stranger beside her flooded her with regret and embarrassment. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, dressing swiftly to avoid disturbing him, the
Surprised, Claire was at a loss for words. “What did you say?”“It’s only for three months, and you'll be well-paid. I know you need money for yourself and your mum’s heart surgery.”“You looked into me. If you’re making this ridiculous request because we spent the night together—”“No, it’s not,” he cuts her off. “And if you’re worried, I can assure you it’ll never happen again. I just happen to need a wife, and you need money.”She couldn’t believe her ears. How could he be so brazen? She stands up and adjusts her skirt. “I’ll take my leave.”“You have three hours to respond before I find someone else,” she heard him say as she stomped out of his office.Claire went back to her workspace and tried to suppress tears; she wasn’t sure why they were coming. She would never accept something like that, ever. “He doesn’t even respect me, so why should I marry him? He could have at least offered in a decent way,” she thought to herself.Her phone started ringing, and she looked at it to see
Claire got through the first week of work and marriage somehow; both were difficult, but at least her manager talks, while it’s just pure silence with her so-called husband. He’s annoying, so annoying that she wants to avoid him at all costs. Her only companion in the house is the housekeeper, Mrs. Hampton, a middle-aged woman who mainly cooks for them.She was having random conversations with Mrs. Hampton in the kitchen when her phone rang. It was an unsaved number. She picked up, and a familiar voice spoke through the phone.“Claire, right?”“Who is this?”“Come on, it’s your mother-in-law. We haven’t had time to chat or see each other ever since that day.”“Oh, Mrs. Steele. How are you doing?”"I’m good. Since it’s the weekend, why don’t we go shopping together and get to know each other?” It’s not like she could just turn her down, so she said yes. She told Mrs. Hampton about who just called, and her countenance changed, but she said nothing and just told her to be careful.Claire
They arrived home, and Mrs. Hampton came out to welcome them and help with the stuff. Claire seemed brighter than usual and followed Alexander closely as he entered.He stopped and turned around abruptly, facing Claire who was right behind him. “Why did you go there?”“What? To the store?”“Did you go there to win her favor?”“No, no, I went there because she called me.”“Are you that stupid? I told you to avoid them. Ignore them completely like they don’t exist! Is it that hard?”“Did you just call me stupid? And what about you? You married me because you had no other option, and how was I supposed to know they’re such bad people? You don’t tell me anything!”“I never said I was in love with you when I asked you to marry me, did I?” He took a step closer. “I’m not who you think I am in the slightest. I’m not even close to him. I married you because I needed you, and you accepted because you needed money, so don’t try to get smart with me. You’re nothing but a poor girl I picked up an
They left home together about an hour later. The driver stopped in front of a huge clothing store after a long drive. Alexander gestured for her to come down, and he led the way inside. The workers inside seemed to be familiar with him, but they all had shocked expressions on their faces when they saw a woman beside him.Light murmurs soon filled the air. The boss appeared and greeted them. He was a short man in his mid-fifties or so it seemed, bald, and wearing dark glasses.“A new secretary, perhaps?” He said after greeting Alexander and glanced over at Claire.“No, Mr. Smith. She’s my wife,” Alexander replied.“Your wife?!” He exclaimed surprisingly. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. It’s just that I’ve never seen him with a woman before, so the last thing on my mind was that you might be his wife.”Claire smiled. “It’s fine.”“Get her ready for the masked party tonight.”It was a party for the elite in society where they come to have fun and build connections. Alexander got the invitation this
Silence filled the room, and everyone's attention was on them with shocked expressions. Perhaps it was because he hadn't announced his marriage, or because nobody imagined he would ever get married."Your wife?" Charlotte said as she walked up to them."Yes, my wife.""Well, you didn't tell me you were married." Charlotte continued."You didn't ask."He faced Claire, who was as surprised as everyone else. "Let's go home," Claire said nothing and sucked in her breath when she felt his hand wrap around her waist, and they both walked out of the party.Charlotte scoffed as she watched both of them leave, but the smirk on her face soon gave way to anger as she was fuming inside.*There was total silence between both of them in the car on their way home, with occasional sighs from Claire, as if she had a lot to say but decided to keep it to herself. When they arrived home, Mrs. Hamptons came out to welcome them and noticed the palpable tension in the air.Alexander went in first, and Clai
Alexander got into his car immediately and started following the map to her live location that she shared. He made sure to call the police while on his way there in case he didn't make it fast enough.He raced as fast as he could and soon arrived at the end of the map. He followed the directions on his phone, but it stopped, and she wasn't there; it was just her phone on the floor behind a trash can.He heaved a frustrated sigh, worry evident all over his face. He quickly started looking around and soon heard her screams coming from a corner. He raced over there and found Claire.A man had her hair fisted in his hand while the others stood around laughing. She spat on his face, and he raised his hand to slap her when a hard blow landed on his left cheek.Alexander's taekwondo classes, which he took while growing up, had come in handy a few times, but this was definitely one of the times he was grateful he took those classes because he was ready to take on these bastards. He looked ove
The next day arrived, and Claire got ready to meet Charlotte. She knew when Alexander left the house, and he didn’t even bother to check in on her.She was on her way out when she ran into Mrs. Hamptons, who immediately rushed up to her. “Mr. Steele says you’re not to go anywhere today, ma’am.”Claire gave a small smile. “I’m fine, Mrs. Hamptons. I’m just meeting up with a friend at the café nearby.”“If you insist on going out, then I’ll have to go with you,” Mrs. Hamptons replied.“I’ll save you the trouble. I won’t be long at all, and it’s broad daylight. I’ll be fine, I promise.”“If you’re not back in an hour, I’ll call you, and if I can’t get through, I’ll have no choice but to inform Mr. Steele.”“Alright. I’ll take my leave now,” Claire said and left.The café where Claire and Charlotte arranged to meet was near the Steele mansion. She didn’t need to take a taxi, so she strolled over, and when she arrived, Charlotte was already waiting.“Hi Claire,” Charlotte said first as Cla
Their luggage was unpacked, and they were led to their room. Claire looked around, expecting to find another room, but to her surprise, it was a single suite with one bed. “Did you book just one room?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at Alex. “Don’t you think it’d be strange for a couple on their honeymoon to book two separate rooms? What if news gets out? What do you think people would say?” he replied with a smirk, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You could’ve gotten separate beds, then,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “That would’ve been even stranger,” he said, shrugging. “Don’t worry, I won’t jump you... unless, of course, you’re worried you’ll jump me.” Claire scoffed, rolling her eyes. “In your dreams.” “"Good, then we have nothing to worry about," Alex said casually. "I’ll shower first." He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. Claire’s eyes widened before she quickly looked away. “It’s not like it’s the first time you’re s
The wedding ceremony finally wrapped up on a surprisingly good note. The atmosphere shifted from tension to relief as Claire and Alex exchanged their vows. They were officially husband and wife, and no one least of all Mrs. Steele could undo that now. As the guests mingled and congratulated the couple, Alex's face remained calm, but there was a certain fire in his eyes. After the reception, Alex wasted no time in confronting his stepmother. They were in a private room, away from the wedding guests. Mrs. Steele stood by the window, her back straight and her arms crossed. Alex's gaze was sharp, his voice cold as he addressed her. "You thought you could disrupt my wedding, didn’t you?" he said, his words slow but deliberate. She turned to face him, her expression one of feigned innocence. "I only did what I thought was right for you. You deserve better than that girl." Alex burst into laughter “One would think you care about me so much if they heard you but I know exactly wha
Loud murmurs erupted, a wave of disbelief and curiosity sweeping through the crowd. Claire’s heart sank, her grip tightening on Alex’s hand. He turned slightly, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with the source of the disruption. Gasps rippled through the crowd as Mrs. Steele took her place at the front, the weight of her presence enough to silence the murmurs. Claire felt her stomach drop, her hand trembling slightly in Alex’s grasp. The sneers on Charlotte and Charles’s faces deepened, satisfaction evident in their expressions as they watched the scene unfold. “I know this might come as a shock to many,” Mrs. Steele began, her voice firm yet carrying an undertone of unease. “But as a mother, my duty is to protect my son at all costs.” Alex’s jaw tightened, the veins in his neck prominent as he glared at his mother. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his tone low but dangerous. Mrs. Steele ignored his anger, pulling out her phone. “I didn’t get this recording unti
The day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation, but Claire woke up feeling an odd mix of nerves and uncertainty. She hadn’t seen Alex since the day of the fitting, his sudden departure after that phone call leaving her with more questions than answers. As the morning unfolded, Claire sat quietly while the stylist worked on her hair and makeup. The intricate beading of her gown shimmered under the soft light, but her face betrayed her true emotions. When she was helped into her wedding dress, the room filled with murmurs of admiration. "You look stunning," her mother said, her voice filled with pride. But Claire’s expression didn’t match the occasion. Her lips formed a soft, polite smile, but her eyes told a different story. Anyone watching might have expected her to be glowing, brimming with excitement at marrying the infamous Alexander Steele, but instead, a veil of apprehension hung over her. The attendant adjusted the
It had been a hectic week for Claire, filled with endless tasks and a whirlwind of wedding preparations. The constant running around left her drained, and the fact that she didn’t have a single friend to lean on made it all the more challenging. The guest list was the first hurdle. Claire didn’t really have anyone she wanted to invite, her social circle was practically nonexistent. But her mother, on the other hand, had no shortage of names to add. Her list was surprisingly long, filled with rich people she had worked for over the years. Some were kind, while others had treated her poorly, but that didn’t matter to her mother. She was determined to show the world that her daughter was marrying the infamous billionaire—the man coveted by so many. Claire couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness as she reviewed the list her mother handed her. She wanted this to be a quiet affair, something simple and meaningful. But with every new addition to the guest list, it was clear that he
Charlotte dragged her feet out of the house, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she tried to hold herself together. The anger and humiliation boiled within her. Alex had humiliated her in front of everyone, and the weight of it crushed her spirit. She vowed to make him regret crossing her.She ended up at a dimly lit bar, slumping against the counter. The whiskey burned as it slid down her throat, numbing the ache in her chest. She poured herself drink after drink, hoping to drown the thoughts of how thoroughly Alex had outmaneuvered her. Eventually, her head spun, and she fumbled for her phone, her fingers unsteady as she dialed Charles’ number. The screen flickered with his name before it rang, and she slurred out a request for him to pick her up. Her voice was a mess of frustration and bitterness. Charles hesitated when he saw her name on the screen. He wasn’t expecting a call from her, but when he heard the desperation in her voice, he dropped everything. He r
Alex’s face lit up at her words, and he quickly stepped inside. He took a moment to look around, finally taking in the surroundings he had never had the chance to properly observe before.“There’s already some speculation going around that we’re not really married,” Alex began, pacing the living room as he spoke. “So, we’ll have to do a wedding ceremony. Your mum’s been pushing for it too, and it might help settle some doubts.” Claire raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned back on the sofa. “But wouldn’t that make the divorce process harder? It was supposed to be a clean cut, remember?” Alex froze for a moment, the word “divorce” hitting him harder than he expected. Right. The divorce. He’d completely forgotten they were supposed to part ways in a month. “Well,” he said, trying to sound casual, “I guess we’ll have to extend our contract.” Claire tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Extend the contract?” she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. “Ye
Charlotte and her father was already seated in Alex's office when they arrived, his anticipation evident as he rose to greet him when Alex stepped into the room. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice betraying his eagerness. "They accepted our terms," Alex said, his tone measured, "but they added a condition." Charlotte's father frowned slightly. "What condition?" "My approval is needed for the deal to go forward." "So," her father pressed, "did you approve?" Alex scoffed, leaning back against his desk. "Not yet," he replied, picking up the file from his desk. He casually scrawled his signature across the bottom, then lifted the file to display it. "It’s approved now." Charlotte’s father barely had a moment to feel relief before Alex strode toward the shredding machine. He held the signed document above it, his movements deliberate. "What are you doing?" Charlotte asked, her voice rising with alarm as she stepped toward him. Alex's gaze never wavered. "Negoti
Charles scoffed, leaning against the doorway, his smirk widening when he saw Claire’s bright expression falter the moment her eyes landed on him. “Were you hoping it was someone else? Someone with the same last name as me, perhaps?” he teased, his tone dripping with mockery. Claire rolled her eyes, already irritated. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, come on,” he said, stepping inside uninvited. “Is that how you greet a guest?” “I don’t think an uninvited guest like you deserves any courtesy,” Claire shot back, crossing her arms. “So, I’ll ask again—what are you doing here?” Charles chuckled, clearly amused by her defiance. “What did I tell you about picking a side?” he began, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Now look at you, sent back to your house while he’s out there with the girl he told you not to worry about. Going on interviews, attending events... all smiles and charm.” Claire’s jaw tightened, but her expression remained impassive. “I’ll ask again,” she