"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,
Claire received a call from the hospital about her mum on her way back home, so she instructed the cab driver to take her there. When she arrived, she found her mum’s belongings fully packed. All that was needed was her signature, and her mum would be ready to go home. After months of being in the hospital, she was finally being discharged. Claire signed the papers excitedly, but then it crossed her mind that she was now married, and her mum didn’t know about it. She couldn’t even tell her because they would soon end the marriage. She made sure to keep a smile on her face as she signed all the papers, and her mum was free to go. She gathered her mum’s belongings, and they walked side by side out of the hospital. “I can’t believe I made it out of here alive,” her mum said the moment they stepped out, a tear of joy trickling down her cheek. “I’m so glad you made it out alive,” Claire said, pulling her mum into a hug. “Oh,” her mum exclaimed as if she remembered something. Cl
"Charlotte?" Claire and her mum said simultaneously, their voices filled with surprise."Claire? Are you... wait a minute." Charlotte squinted, a slow realization dawning on her face. "You're Mrs. Smith's troublemaker daughter! How did I not realize that earlier?"Claire's jaw clenched, her expression tightening with irritation, but she forced herself to remain silent. Her mum, however, stood up eagerly, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Oh, my goodness! It's been years!" She rushed forward, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Charlotte, the daughter of the family from the last house where she had worked as a maid.“It's been so long, Charlotte! I almost didn’t recognize you," Claire’s mum exclaimed, her face lighting up as she rushed forward and pulled Charlotte into a tight hug.Charlotte stiffened for a moment and rolled her eyes. "Fancy meeting you here... I almost didn’t recognize you either," she said, pulling back and giving Claire's mum a quick up-and-down glance. A sm
Claire almost choked on her food when she saw his text. She managed to flash a smile and quickly told her mum she needed to use the restroom. Once there, she called Alexander, and he picked up almost immediately. "Why didn’t you answer your phone?" His voice sounded tense over the line. "How do you know I’m at Rico’s Diner? Did Charlotte tell you?" "You still haven’t answered my question. Why didn’t you pick up your phone?" "Well, maybe because I can decide not to. How the hell is that your business?" "You're always so eager to argue, and it seems you've forgotten I have your live location. I see you ran into Charlotte at the diner. Are you worried she'll tell me who you were with?" "I'm with my mum, in case you're wondering. I wouldn’t go on a date, at least not while we're still married." "I see her surgery went well. Good." "Well, now that you know, I’m hanging up." Here’s the corrected version of your text: "So, that means you’re staying out tonight?" "Isn’t t
Tess proceeded to share how she was Alexander’s former secretary and had tried various tricks and tips to get him into bed with her so she could marry him. However, all her attempts failed, and in the end, she was dismissed from her position and given another role within the company. She was still grateful because he could have fired her completely. "I guess he still has a bit of humanity in him," Claire thought to herself after hearing Tess’s story. "That’s how I know he’ll never look at you, even if you try," Tess concluded with a bright smile. This made Claire wonder what her fate with him would be and made her more determined to keep her job at all costs. Her contract would soon be over, and there was no hope of Alexander ever having a change of heart toward her, not that she wanted him to, or so she thought. On their way back to the office, Claire received a call from Alexander, asking her to come up to his office. She excused herself from Tess and took another elevator to
When they arrived home, everything was already packed for their overnight stay in Paris. Claire barely had time to shower and change her clothes due to Alexander’s rush. Once they finally got into the car, she had a quick conversation with her mum over the phone, explaining that she was on a work trip and would be back tomorrow. "If you're worried about leaving your mum by herself, I can send Mrs. Hamptons to stay with her," Alexander said, noticing the worried look on Claire's face. "That would be a great idea if my mum knew I was married to a billionaire, but she doesn’t. So, let's keep it at that. Nice idea, though." They soon arrived at the airport and were warmly ushered to the lounge. It didn’t take long before they were transported by car to the departure terminal, where they would board Alexander’s private jet. Despite knowing how wealthy he was, Claire never failed to be amazed every time. Claire looked around in awe as they settled into the private jet. The interior
Claire was flustered, both from the mistake and from how close Alexander was almost naked. "They look the same, that's why I made a mistake," she muttered, trying to slip past him to retrieve her own luggage. But Alexander blocked her way, leaning in even closer.Her breath hitched from how close he was.“What’s wrong? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me like this,” he teased in a playful voice enjoying her reaction.Claire gulped while looking everywhere except his face. "Yes, it's not the first time, but please make it the last," she replied, trying to maintain her composure.Alexander’s lips curved into a smirk. “I’ll see what I can do,”She quickly rushed past him, grabbed her luggage, and went back to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm her loudly beating heart.She got into the shower, singing as she washed to distract herself from thinking about Alexander’s broad chest and toned abs. She dressed quickly, wanting to
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.