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
Claire entered to see them sitting and was surprised as to why they were there. “Is there anything I can help you with?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened to your pretty face?” Diana rushed up to her and tried to touch her face, but Claire brushed her hand away with a look of disdain. Diana took a step back, looking hurt, and continued, “Claire, don’t be like that. We came to apologize for the other day.” “I don’t remember asking for an apology, so you can leave now,” Claire replied coldly, crossing her arms. “I see Alexander’s rudeness has rubbed off on you because this is no way to treat your husband’s family when we only came to make peace,” Celine chipped in. Claire chuckled, shaking her head. “Make peace? You tried to make me a thief, and now you randomly come in and try to make peace? What a joke. You’d better let me know what you’re here for because I’m sure my husband wouldn’t appreciate your visit.” “If you’re going to be like this, I guess we can get
Claire skipped work for about four more days until her bruises were fully healed. She called in sick, and her manager didn’t even put up a fight. It must have had something to do with Alexander. Breakfast was silent as usual with him this morning as they both sat at the ends of the table, opposite each other. Only the clanks of forks touching plates of toast and bacon could be heard. Claire cleared her throat noisily before she started,“I’m going to work today.” Alexander stopped eating and contemplated for a bit before saying anything, his expression thoughtful. “Stay home one more week,” he finally broke his silence in a firm tone. Claire sighed heavily, her hands clenching into fists. “I’ve been doing nothing but talking to the walls for almost a week now. I can’t do it anymore. I want to go to work.” “You have Mrs. Hamptons to take care of whatever you need, so I don’t understand what your complaint is exactly,” Alexander replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I got tha
Alexander and Claire arrived at the office together. His car windows were tinted, so they got into the parking lot easily without anyone seeing them. As soon as he parked, Claire looked around to make sure the coast was clear before she stepped out and tried running into the building without looking back.She had never had to pass through the underground parking lot route before, so she didn’t know you needed special access to use the elevator she got into. She tried pressing the floor she was going to, but access kept getting denied.Frustrated, she stormed back to the car. “The elevator is broken,” she said to Alexander, who was just getting out of the car.“No, it’s not. It’s just not open to anybody.” He replied sharply.“By anybody... are you talking about me?!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at herself.He said nothing and just passed by her, continuing to walk. He got into the elevator before he said anything. “Are you going to get in, or are you just going to stand there?”S
Claire had barely settled down at her desk when her team manager called her over. She rushed up to him, and he just scanned her in silence before saying anything. “For someone who called in sick for a whole week, you look absolutely fine,” he finally said. “I’ve been taking good care of myself so I could recover quickly,” Claire replied. “Don’t think I’ll let this slide just because the CEO’s office informed us,” he continued “The CEO’s office?” Claire asked, surprised. Alex never told her anything about this, and now that she thought about it, she never called in sick herself, which meant he had done everything for her. “Yes. So tell me, are you hooking up with the CEO, or did he pimp you out to an investor?” Claire couldn’t believe her ears. How dare he casually accuse her of something like that? “Nothing of the sort happened,” Claire replied firmly. “You think I don’t know how this works? Why else would the CEO’s office get involved in your matters if you weren’t hooki
"And what is that supposed to mean? Not like I care anyway," Claire quickly chipped in."Can’t you see? We were supposed to help each other, or maybe even more." He trailed his finger across her face and over her lips. "We can be so much more."Claire wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she had certainly had enough of him. "Let me go already.""When I told you to pick your sides carefully, it wasn’t a joke. He doesn’t even treat you that well, so why are you hell-bent on protecting him?""I don’t know what you’re talking about because I love my husband, and whatever it is between the two of you, I don’t want to get involved.""You got involved when you married him. If you hadn’t married him when you did, the company would have been mine and mine alone.""I don’t care about your bullshit. Just let go of me now." She struggled to get out of his grip but it remained strong."Divorce him Claire. I’ll pay as much as you want." He said in a low tone while staring directly into her eyes.
Alexander stormed out of his office and strode to the elevator, fury etched on his face. He was seething with anger after what the head of security had told him. He tapped his foot impatiently in the elevator as it descended to the 14th floor. The moment the elevator stopped, he wasted no time getting out and storming into the fire exit. His eyes quickly landed on Charles’s hand wrapped around her wrist, and he clenched his jaw at the sight. Without hesitation, he charged at Charles, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against the wall. "How dare you put your hands on my wife!" His eyes burned with fury. "I didn’t know you loved your wife this much, brother," Charles said with a smirk on his face. “You better shut that mouth of yours, or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use it for a while." "Okay, okay. I was just having a friendly conversation with her. Right?" Charles said, tilting his head to the side to face Claire, who stood behind them, clutching her wrist. "Yeah,
It was already late when Alex returned home. He slipped off his jacket and flung it over the sofa before sinking into it with a deep sigh. His body ached with exhaustion, and he assumed Claire had already gone to bed until he heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. A frown creased through his brows seeing It was too late for Mrs. Hamptons to still be around.Alex got up and took careful steps towards the kitchen quietly. The sight that greeted him was Claire wearing a short red nightgown that clung to her figure. Her hair was slightly tousled, and her lips glistened as she drank from a glass of water.She noticed him and smiled. "Hey, you're back."For a moment, Alex couldn't speak. He just stood there, staring, his lips parted as though he'd forgotten how to breathe.She looked so effortlessly stunning it was almost painful."Alex?" Her voice snapped him out of his daze."Uh, yeah. I just got back," he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably."I was worried, so I staye
The news spread quickly on social media: Charlotte Briggs was not Alexander Steele’s real wife. As expected, her father’s company, which was finally getting back on track, took a huge hit. Charlotte was furious as she scrolled through post after post mocking her. People accused her of trying to take what wasn’t hers, calling her a liar for pretending to be Alexander’s wife. Some even said she deserved everything that was happening for staying quiet when the rumors started. Her anger boiled over when she read one comment: “The great Charlotte Briggs lost to a nobody. How embarrassing!”“Ugh!” she screamed, grabbing her phone and throwing it against the wall. It shattered with a loud crash. At that moment, her father stormed into the room. Charlotte jumped to her feet, quickly fixing her short dress and trying to compose herself. “Dad… I…” she began, forcing a nervous laugh, but her father’s furious glare stopped her in her tracks. He cut her off with a sharp slap across her fa
When they entered Alex’s office, Charlotte was already there with her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she tapped her heel impatiently on the polished floor.The moment Alex stepped inside, she sprang to her feet and marched toward him, shoving her phone in his face. "Have you seen this? I told you she’s not worth all the time and effort you’re wasting on her! Just divorce her already!"Alex glanced at the image on her phone, “Where did you get those pictures?” He asked in a low tone and a dismissive expression on his face.“Does it matter?” Charlotte snapped. “What matters is that she’s not faithful to you. Look at this! Another man is kissing her it’s right here, plain as day!”Claire entered the room just then. She tilted her head slightly “Judging from the urgency in your voice, Charlotte, I’m guessing you didn’t know the full story behind this.”Charlotte’s face twisted in anger. “How dare you still act all coy and sly after this?! You’ve been caught red-handed!”Claire cros
The room went silent as the weight of Alex words sank in. Loud gasps soon filled everywhere at the realization of what was happening. It was as if everyone processed their thoughts at the same time. The manager paled, taking a step back. "Sir, I—I didn’t know—" “You didn’t know?” Alex interrupted, his voice cold now. “So you thought it was okay to assault a colleague? Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” “Sir, I—” “Save it. I don’t want to hear another word from you.” Alex turned to his secretary. “Call HR. I want this man out of this building immediately.” “Yes, sir,” the secretary replied, already pulling out her phone. Alex turned back to Claire, gently taking her hand away from her cheek to assess the damage. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. She nodded, though her eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “You won’t have to deal with him again. I’ll make sure of it,” Alex said firmly. He placed a comforting hand
The next morning, Alex checked Claire’s room and found it empty, which immediately set off alarm bells in his mind. Worried, he picked up his phone and called her. A familiar ringtone sounded from downstairs, and he rushed down to find her already dressed for work and sipping a cup of milk at the kitchen counter. "Why are you calling me?" she asked, glancing at him over her cup. "You weren’t in your room," Alex replied, still slightly out of breath. "I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get ready for work early," she replied with a tired smile. Alex walked over to her, with concern across his face. "Are you sure you want to go to work today? You don’t have to push yourself." "Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine," Claire assured him, though the bags under her eyes told a different story. "I promise." Alex wasn’t convinced in the slightest. "Claire, after everything that happened yesterday, maybe you should take the day off. Rest. You know, process things." She shook her hea
Claire couldn’t stop replaying what happened earlier in her mind during the ride home with Alex. She sighed occasionally, which set the tension in the car and it made Alex curious about what might be going on. Alex cleared his throat noisily to ease the tension that settled between them “I see you’ve got a new intern on your team,” Alex said, attempting to break the silence. “What’s he like?” “Oh, yeah, he’s... cool, I guess,” Claire replied dryly in a short and distant tone. Alex frowned at her dry response. “Any problems with him so far? You can tell me.” He pushed even further. “No problem,” she said quickly, brushing off the question. Alex’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. “You don’t talk to me about your day. Why is that? Do you feel uncomfortable with me?” Claire turned to look at him with a mix of frustration and exhaustion on her face. “It’s not that I feel uncomfortable,” she said after a pause. “It’s just that everything I say would probably soun
The rest of the week went by in a blur, with Claire and Alex continuing their routine of going to work and returning together without raising any suspicions at the office. Claire's manager didn't make her work life any easier with his constant snarky remarks, often delivered with a smirk that made her blood boil. His passive-aggressive comments about her work ethic and position in the company ate away at her patience daily, but she held her tongue. She didn't want to cause any issues for herself or Alex. The last thing she needed was for him to feel obligated to intervene on her behalf, which could only stir up more drama.It was during one of these tense workdays that the announcement of a new intern was made. Claire was in the middle of proofreading a report when her manager strolled in, barely glancing up from his clipboard."Smith," he said with an indifferent tone."You'll be supervising the new intern. His desk is being set up next to yours."Claire looked up, caught off guard.
Tess was on her way home when her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. She hesitated, then answered and she was surprised to hear an older woman’s voice on the other end, asking her to meet at a nearby cafe. The woman claimed she had some information about Claire that Tess "would want to know." Tess wanted to ignore but her curiosity piqued, so she agreed to meet her and made her way over.When she arrived at the cafe, she immediately spotted Mrs. Steele sitting by the window. Tess recognized her instantly, having seen her around the company for years. She walked over cautiously, and Mrs. Steele looked up, her expression cold and direct.“You’re” Mrs Steele said and flashed a smile. She gestured to the seat in front of her “Please have a seat”Tess was totally confused as to what was happening but she took her away slowly with the visible confusion on her face.“Judging from your face, you definitely wasn’t expecting to see me here”“Yes ma’am. I thought I’ve heard the voi
Claire gave a polite bow to Alex. “We’ll continue our conversation later, sir,” she murmured, before quickly stepping out of the elevator.“Why are you on this floor?” Alex asked, turning to Tess, who looked startled.“Uh, yes, I just had some files to drop off for you,” Tess stammered.“You can leave them with my secretary and get back to work,” Alex said curtly.“Yes, sir,” Tess replied, hurrying over to the secretary’s desk to drop the files before scurrying away. Claire turned to follow, but Alex’s voice stopped her in her tracks.“Miss Smith, we’re not done with our conversation.”Claire bit her lip, a hint of irritation crossing her face as she turned to meet his gaze. Alex’s expression was unreadable as he stepped into his office, leaving her no choice but to follow him closely.“What were you thinking?” Claire demanded as she closed the door behind her. “She clearly saw you holding my wrist. And we were together in an elevator only you have access to. Then you went and made it