Claire had no choice but to quickly get ready and head over to the location Roy had given her. Her mind raced with fear and anger as she drove there. When she arrived, she immediately sat by the window seat, the exact seat they had shared on their first date. The memories of that night felt like a lifetime ago, and yet, the discomfort of this moment seemed to overshadow it all. She sat there for what felt like an age, the silence of the café only adding to her anxiety. Ten minutes passed before he finally walked in. Roy looked disheveled, tattered even, his clothes wrinkled and his face unshaven. His eyes, though, held that same unsettling gleam of someone who thought they still had power over her. He made his way over to the table, and when he sat down across from her, his lips curled into a grin that made Claire's stomach churn. "You look exceptionally beautiful, sweetheart," Roy said with that same creepy smoothness in his voice. He reached his hand toward her face, but Clair
Claire couldn’t believe her ears as Roy casually demanded such an absurd amount of money. She scoffed, incredulous at his audacity, but Roy didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He took a slow sip of his coffee, completely unfazed by her reaction. “You must be out of your fucking mind to even ask me for such a ridiculous amount of money,” Claire snapped, her patience wearing thin. Roy smirked, unfazed. “Ridiculous amount of money? You’re married to Alexander Steele for crying out loud. That’s more like shopping money for you.” Claire’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Now I see exactly why you’re here. You want to milk me dry because you believe I now have all the money in the world. But sorry to disappoint you, rich people are even more stingy than poor ones. That’s how they keep their wealth.” “I’m not interested in any argument you have to make,” Roy said, standing up and taking one last sip of his coffee. “You have two weeks to get the money ready, or those pictures will be flyi
Alex trudged home after a grueling day at work. The pressure from the board weighed heavily on him, as he had to submit both a physical and mental assessment to prove he was still fit to lead the company. The stress was overwhelming, and his mind was exhausted from thinking about what the future holds. As he entered the house, he noticed that Claire wasn’t home. Normally, he would have been concerned, but tonight, he was extremely tired. He simply shrugged it off and made his way to their bedroom, his body yearning for rest. He lay down, but sleep didn’t come easily. His mind raced with thoughts of the board’s demands and his past troubles. Before long, he found himself slipping into another nightmare, one that jolted him awake, gasping for breath. His heart was pounding as he sat up in bed, disoriented by the vivid images in his dream. Sighing in frustration, he decided to get a glass of water to clear his head. As he walked downstairs, he tried to shake off the unease creeping
Claire arrived at the location with her heart racing, already furious before she even saw him. When she spotted Roy standing in front of a hotel, her temper flared. She stormed up to him, fists clenched, her voice low but intense. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Roy gave her a crooked grin, his tone casual as though he hadn’t just dragged her into this mess. “I was hoping we could spend some time together, like the good old days, you know?” Claire’s eyes narrowed, disbelief flashing across her face. “You must be out of your fucking mind to think I’ll follow you into a hotel.” Roy’s smirk didn’t fade. “Then you leave me no choice but to post the pictures.” Claire’s face hardened. “Go ahead. You can forget your fucking money then.” She said coldly making Roy turn around to face her sharply. “What?” “Yes post it you good for nothing bastard” Roy scoffed stepping closer he then leaned in a little, his grin widening. “You’re still as sharp as ever. That turns me th
Alex arrived home with a bereaved heart, still hoping whatever he heard wasn’t true. Coupled with the challenges he was facing at work about his ability to be the CEO of the company and Charles not backing down it was almost too much to bear. Claire was waiting for him when he arrived. She quickly ran up to him and asked about his day at work, to which he responded with a simple, “Fine.” Claire didn’t know how to proceed and just stood there looking around until Alex broke the silence again. “Do you have something to say?” he asked, his tone even but weary. “Actually, yes, but the timing might be bad,” Claire said, fidgeting with her hands. “It’s fine. You can tell me,” Alex said, though the tension in his voice betrayed his words. Claire hesitated, then blurted out, “So I was thinking if I can get the money I’m going to get bad when our contract ends since I’m going to get it anyway, because I really need it now.” Alex froze, his hand gripping his phone as he stu
Claire woke up the next morning to find Alex already gone for work. The house was quiet, and she decided to take the day to relax, hoping to ease the tension that had been building up inside her. She had barely settled on the couch with a cup of tea when her phone buzzed. Seeing Roy’s name on the screen made her stomach churn. Reluctantly, she picked up, bracing herself for another round of his demands. “Meet me at the park near 8th Street,” he barked, his tone as condescending as ever. Claire clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin. “Listen, Roy,” she snapped, her voice cold and steady. “If you want your money, you’d better reconsider how you talk to me.” There was silence on the line for a moment before Roy chuckled darkly. “It seems you’ve forgotten, Claire,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “I could destroy your life in a heartbeat.” Claire’s grip on the phone tightened. Her fear simmered beneath the surface, but she refused to let it show. “And maybe yo
As Charles walked in, Claire's frantic cries for help reached his ears. He wasted no time, rushing to her side. Without hesitation, he charged at Roy, yanking him off Claire and landing a punch that echoed through the room. Roy staggered, but he fought back, trying to throw punches of his own. Charles wasn’t giving up, though, landing blow after blow, keeping Roy restrained long enough for Claire to dial the police. But Claire, her hands shaking uncontrollably, fumbled with the phone, unable to steady her nerves enough to properly get the help she needed. The struggle between Roy and Charles raged on, and in a sudden surge of strength, Roy broke free, pushing Charles aside and scrambling to his feet. Before Charles could regain his composure, Roy bolted for the door. Charles was quick to pursue, but by the time he reached the threshold, Roy was already gone, disappearing into the night. Charles hurried back to Claire, who was still trembling, her eyes wide with shock. He crouc
Alex wasted no time storming across the room and yanking them apart, his fury boiling over. Without hesitation, he landed a hard punch across Charles’s face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?” Alex growled, his voice thunderous. Charles barely had time to react before Alex climbed on top of him, raining blows down with unrelenting force. Claire stood frozen, her mind unable to process the chaos unfolding before her. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. “Stop, please!” But Alex was deaf to her cries, his anger driving him forward until his punches slowed, his knuckles raw and his breathing ragged. Finally, Alex stopped and grabbed Charles by the collar, yanking him upright. His eyes were cold, his grip unyielding. Charles chuckled darkly, spitting blood onto the floor. “You’re such a fool,” he muttered, his voice low and taunting. “I wonder how I didn’t see that earlier.” “Get t
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.