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"Uncle Jake. Remember how you owe me?" Thalia said with her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm here to collect."Oliver, Jake and Liam were left to babysit the kids while their women went out to relax. The men chose to let the kids play in the playroom while they caught up on a few soccer games that they had missed during the week. However, Thalia saw this as an opportunity to collect her debt from one Jake Norton. He was seated in the living area, invested in a soccer game when she confronted him. Jake's eyes widened. He didn't expect the little one to interrupt him when the game was just getting good. His favorite team were leading and he wanted to see how it would end. He chuckled and replied, "You want to collect now? Let's wait until the game is over, ok?""Are you trying to run away from paying your debt, Uncle Jake? A real man sticks to his words," Thalia remarked in her adorable voice. Jake sighed. He said, "Ok, you win, sweetheart. So, tell me. What do you want me to do f
Years came and went... After a warm shower, Oliver stood behind his wife to help her wear the necklace that was engraved with their children's names. "So, you know what today is?" He asked as he placed the necklace around her neck. "How could I forget?" Claire arched an eyebrow. "You've been talking about it for months.""Yes... because I've been preparing a vacation for us for when this day comes. I can't believe it's been eight years already," Oliver remarked. When he was done putting the necklace around Claire's neck, he placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck before saying, "You've made me the happiest man on earth, Angel."Claire sighed before leaning back into Oliver. She remarked, "Time flies."Everything was going well for everyone. Oliver Ford had taken over as chairman of the Ford Corporation after his father, Henry Ford, retired. With Oliver's leadership, the company was taken to greater heights and it expanded to more foreign countries. As for his marriage with Cl
Buzz!! [If you want to see your boyfriend, go to the Ford Paradise Hotel.] Claire Hamilton squinted her eyes as she glanced at the lit screen of her phone, reading the message she had just received from a strange number. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what it could be about. Her boyfriend, Oliver Ford, had not contacted her that day despite it being their eighth anniversary. After trying to call him several times, she finally gave up when his phone directed her to voice mail for the umpteenth time. Now looking at the message she just received, Claire’s stomach did a flip. ‘Could Oliver have planned a surprise and texted me with an unknown number?’ Claire couldn't help but fantasize with anticipation. She hurried to get ready for the appointment. With her heart leaping with excitement, she took her time to look good for the night. Since she had been with her boyfriend for eight years now, she assumed he was going to propose to her today. She wore a short shimmery dress tha
Claire was frozen in her spot. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth was open, making her throat run dry. She didn’t expect to hear the news of her boyfriend dating someone else that night… heck, she didn’t even know he had someone else! She foolishly thought he had called her over to surprise her… This was indeed a surprise but not the type she was expecting. Her heart began to pound as Jessica hooked her arm around Oliver’s arm and exclaimed, “Oliver, look! It’s Claire! Let’s go say hi.” When they walked up to Claire, Jessica said, "Hi, Claire. Nice to meet you here." Then she unhooked her arm from Oliver’s and told him, “Dear, I know you and Claire have something to say… I’ll take care of the guests. See you soon." After those words, Jessica turned her back to Oliver and glanced at Claire, giving her a contemptuous and defiant look. Claire furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what that was about. Jessica was acting like she was already a winner. However, she couldn’t dwell on it becaus
"It's over between us." Claire awoke from her nightmare once again, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. Even though it had been days since the breakup, she couldn’t believe Oliver asked to end their relationship of eight years. He used to love her… at least that’s what he showed her. How could he suddenly change his mind for no reason? Making up her mind to see him and ask if he was serious, she left for the Ford Corporation. She had to see him and maybe make him see reason. How could they throw away eight years of love and commitment they invested in each other? Was a break-up that easy? Was that his plan all along? Was he bidding his time just to use her and then discard her like she was trash? Despite her heart twisting in unbearable pain, she went to the Ford Corporation. However, the security guard stopped Claire at the door. “You’re not allowed entry, Miss,” he said seriously. “I’ve been ordered not to let you in.” A stab of pain shot through Claire. “Step aside! I
“Sir, we’ve got a problem. Someone took a photo of Miss Hamilton and Miss Hart arguing in the lobby. Everyone thinks Miss Hamilton was blackmailing Miss Hart and took her money.” Thomas Hudson, Oliver’s assistant, rushed into his office, showing him the tablet. “What did you say? Claire blackmailed Jessica for money?” Oliver growled, glaring at Thomas. His eyes dropped to the tablet and his stomach churned as the headlines caught his attention. [DESPERATE CEO’S EX DEMANDS CASH FROM HIS RUMOURED FIANCEE] [HOW DESPERATE CAN CLAIRE HAMILTON BE?] Following those headlines were long articles about the incident. The pictures attached showed how Claire held the cheque in her hands and others showed her leaving. Flames of fury danced through Oliver’s eyes and he hissed, “Who did this?” “T-the reporter is anonymous, Sir-” “Have all this nonsense taken down within five minutes. I don’t want to see anyone talking about Claire and dragging her name all over the internet,” Oliver instruct
SIX YEARS LATER…. “Mommy, will we live here now?” At the Brentwood City airport, a woman clad in a navy feminine professional suit got down from the plane. Not only was she stunningly beautiful but she also oozed a powerful aura that gave the impression that she wasn't the type to be trifled with. The woman exuded elegance and grace, confidence radiating in her every step as her pointed high heels clicked on the floor. In one hand, she held a designer bag and a small hand was clutching the other. A little girl who was a spitting image of her was walking by her side, looking around the place with curiosity and excitement sparkling in her large hazel-green eyes. Her rosy cheeks and a sweet smile lit up the surroundings. The beautiful mother and daughter were turning heads as they walked through the airport, their presence commanding the attention of passersby. The woman looked down at her daughter and smiled sweetly. She remarked in a doting voice, “No, sweetie. There’s something M
Oliver’s eyes widened slightly, his heart thundering against his ribcage as he glanced at the beauty in front of him. It was really her… Claire Hamilton. The girl who left and took his heart with her. Her silky raven hair was let down, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall and she was in a navy feminine suit, looking professional. She looked a bit different from how she looked in the past but it was her… His first and only love. ‘Claire is the she-devil? She’s the renowned Lawyer that everyone is talking about?’ He mused internally, trying to recover from the shock. After six years, he didn't expect them to meet like this. He had pictured a more sentimental reunion where he would pull her into his arms and hold her tight. “Everyone, leave. I want to speak to Miss Hamilton alone,” Oliver ordered, his voice hoarse from the emotions that were rushing through him. He wanted to talk to her… ask her the many questions that were reeling in his mind. However, the polite smile