Thank you for reading. This the end, my dear lovely readers. Thank you for supporting me even though I took long to finish the book. I was mostly exhausted, hence the slow pace. I'll take some days off before I think of my next book but it will be a standalone book. Maybe in the future, I can write about Oliver's sisters but right now, I think I need a break from the Fords, lol. Thank you so much for your support! I love you!
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
Claire pursed her lips into a thin line and ignored Oliver’s remark. She returned her attention to the files in her hands and continued going through them. A thought suddenly occurred to Oliver. He glanced at Felix Brooks and proposed, “Since the meeting is over, how about I treat your team to lunch?” It was the only way he could interact with Claire since she was adamant about ignoring his existence. Felix whose forehead had beads of sweat sighed in relief when the billionaire didn’t take offence at his employee’s rudeness. He grinned and answered with enthusiasm, “It would be an honour, Mr Ford.” They began to get to their feet when Claire suddenly received a call. “What?!” Claire’s calm demeanour suddenly changed when she answered her call. She seemed to go into panic mode as she dashed out of the conference room. Seeing this, Oliver’s eyebrows furrowed. Curious, he followed after Claire, his eyebrows creasing at the speed of her feet. She had already disappeared from the
Claire had been asking around the company if anyone had seen her daughter, going through every department and checking the restrooms. When she thought about losing her child, the fear she felt was out of this world. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach twisted violently as she searched all over the company. She was on the verge of losing it because everyone claimed not to have seen any lost child. It was only when she asked the receptionist on the ground floor that she heaved a sigh of relief when she answered. “Oh, a little girl in pink? I saw her a few minutes ago,” The receptionist responded, however, it was her next words that made Claire’s knees weak. “The CEO took her with him. I saw them enter the private elevator,” the receptionist added. Claire’s heart sank to her feet as fear twisted her stomach. Why would Oliver take her daughter? Did he know...? Without wasting time, she rushed toward one of the elevators and went back to the conference room. The violent