**********************Liam's POV***************************"Still brooding" Sadie asked, her voice laced with amusement.The clink of crystal against marble echoed in the house as I poured myself a glass of whisky, my eyes never leaving Sadie, who stood by the window staring down at the city lights below."You look like a man who just watched the love of his life, slip away from him." She said glancing at me.My jaw tightened. "You wouldn't understand," I said.My teeth clenched together."Oh, I understand perfectly." She said moving closer to my side."You let Claire go; you treated her like trash, and now she's with your brother, who, by the way, has a habit of taking what belongs to you." She said. Her tone is a mixture of anger and mockery."He doesn't love her," I said as my expression darkened."Doesn't matter at the moment." She said, taking my glass of whisky and sipping slowly."He's parading her around like a trophy. Hosting engagement party, making headlines and you... Y
************************Claire's POV************************"Fake!""Gold digger""Pick a man, any man."I froze, not because I was weak, but because I didn't understand what was going on; why would reporters say that? What's their business with my life decisions?I'd just stepped outside the company, heading home, when I saw flashing cameras. At first, I thought it was another mundane tabloid day. But then came the barrage of insults. People had gathered, strangers armed with opinions and plastic potties.It was a coordinated ambush, I trembled as I tried to shield my face. The plastic potties clanged on the pavement around me, a ridiculous yet deeply wounding attack.And then, I heard a familiar voice."Enough."There he was _ Mack, he strode into the chaos, eye blazing, fits clenched. The crowd resisted. Cameras clicked faster, more feverishly now that Mack was here."If any of you throw that at her again, be ready to face multi-million charges against you." He said as he growled.
A few Days Later.**********************Claire's POV**************************The office was calm; the afternoon sun poured in through the tall window; Mack was away with Kelvin, getting their plans together to take Liam out of the company.I flipped through the files on the desk, with calculated ease.I have been going through the list of investors and their shares so far since I joined the company.The door opened as Cynthia stepped in_ my assistant."Good day, ma'am." She said as she smiled politely at me."Good day, Cynthia," I said."Miss Aliana is here to see you.""Aliana? Let her in." I said. I didn't expect her to come looking for me.The door opened. I didn't look up."Give me a second," I said, my voice calm and calculated.The clinked shut, and her heels tapped across the polished marble floor gently."Claire?" A familiar voice that I know so well, called out to me." I looked up finally.There she was, Aliana Moore. Back then, in college, people alwa
***********************Aliana's POV*************************I stood outside of the big company with a smirk on my face as I tucked my designer tote perfectly under my arm.I approached the building; my heels echoed across the polished floor of the cooperate tower; each click a quick announcement: I've arrived.The interior of the office was impressive. All glass, chrome and controlled coolness. It smelled faintly of rich leather, espresso and ambition.I liked it.The receptionist barely looked up as I approached."Aliana Mo Guysore, starting today," I said smoothly as I flashed my worker's ID."Third floor, Analysis Division. Office 5C. Miss. Claire Moore will be your supervisor." She said, without looking up.Not very welcoming, I thought, but I let it slide. I knew how to charm people once they looked directly at me.The elevator doors opened again as I stepped into my new office environment, sleek desks, and busy clicks on the keyboards. Everyone moved with that driven caffeinat
***********************Aliana's POV**********************By noon, I had the meeting room under control. Everything was perfectly arranged; I triple-checked everything. The desk was sleek; the numbers were solid. I added a new strategy plan I would use to impress Mack.I printed out the hard copies needed, uploaded the slides to the shared drive,e, and sent a confirmation email to the exec assistant with a proud little note."Ready to present," I said to myself.As I grabbed a coffee from the lounge, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflective glass _ Aliana is in Control. Smart. Strategic. Beautiful. Unstoppable.The conference room was already half full when I stepped in ten minutes before the meeting. Executives, assistants and a few department heads. Mack was sitting at the head of the table, focused on his system. Mack's mother, elegant and unreadable in a pale grey suit,t sat across Mack.Liam was on the other side of the table, chatting with someone, his eyes flicked on me
*************************Aliana's POV***********************The elevator chimed softly as it reached the 28th floor.I stepped out quietly, my second day at work; I'm going to make a difference today to clear my name and impress Mack.I wore my fitted beige blouse, tucked into a designer pencil skirt, my hair sleek and styled. I held my bag tight as I forced my nerves into submission.I just found out this morning that I was moved from the Analysis sector to be a PR consultant.And Claire.She is still my supervisor.I could handle this I thought to myself.I could stay invincible, prove my worth, and eventually climb above a woman whose world I destroyed.As I approached the glass-walled conference room, I saw Claire standing at the head of the table, calmly sipping from a porcelain coffee mug. Her outfit was simple_ black tailored suit, silk ivory blouse_ but it streamed authority."Oh, Good, you made it right on time," Claire said as she looked up."Yep, I'm right on time." "Good
**********************Claire's POV**************************I signed as I pressed the elevator button, exhaustion tugging at the corner of my eyes. The past few weeks had been ruthless_ but necessary.I had Aliana dangling by the thread, Liam spinning in circles, and the board meetings carefully tilting in Mack's favour.I should've felt triumphant but a strange chill followed me all day. The subtle glance from my driver. The odd metallic sound when I started the car this morning. I'd brushed it off. Until now.I reached the underground parking lot, my heels clicking against the cold concrete floor. My black sports coupe _ Mack recently got for me sat where I left it, sleek and untouched _ so it seemed.I had to drive myself home today since Kelvin was out of town with Mack.I slid into the driver's seat, dropped my bag on the passenger seat and turned on the ignition."Screech. Clunk."The car jolted unnaturally to the right. The steering wheel resisted my grip as a warning light fl
**********************Claire's POV**************************The elevator doors opened with a metallic hiss, and I stepped into the penthouse_ where we'd been staying since we got engaged. My heels clicked like a warning against the marble floor. The quiet hit_ heat me first_ a silence too still, too deliberate. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled my coat off, I scanned the darkened living space. Then, i saw it_ a single lamp on, casting a golden glow across the open room.And the text. Still there.*A dinner with your ex?*I swallowed hard, my throat felt like it was closing in.My pulse thudded in my ears, as I set my pulse down. The silence stretched, taut like a piano wire about to snap. I didn't see his car, didn't hear a crick from the door_ but there he was. I could feel it."Took, your time." A voice from the shadow said.I froze as I swallowed hard.Mack came into view from the hallway, no jacket, shirt sleeves rolled up, and hands casually in his pockets_, but his eyes
*******************Claire's POV************************The te Sion in the air was palpable, even hours after the masted intruder had slipped through the second-story window like a ghost. Security personnel swept the grounds again, barking into radios, frustration mounted on every face. Whoever it was, he'd disappeared without a trace. There were no fingerprints and no scents for the dogs. I sat at the edge of the grand staircase, wrapped in a thick robe, my eyes hollow as replaying the scene on a loop."I didn't hear him Mack," I whispered as he knelt beside me."How the hell did he get past all of them?" I asked rhetorically."I have no idea, I swear. I'm not letting this happen again." He said as he took my hand, rough, steady against my cold fingers. "He was going to take advantage of me and.....he shot at you," I said as my eyes met his for the first time in an hour."He didn't. That counts as something." He said as his jaw tightened."I'm here and you're still here. Now, I'm g
**************************Claire's POV*******************I stood at the centre of my room in Mack's first house_ the first house he brought me to. The events that had occurred for the past few days were playing in my head like a projector didisplayedlides.I couldn't shake off the uneasiness in my stomach.I paced around the room, lost in my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat everytime I remember that it was just Liam. There's someone out there who wants me that I'm not totally not aware of.My phone vibrated at the coffee table by the side of the table.I ran to take it because I had been expecting a call from Mack."Claire_ " He called out to me. I didn't realise how much I missed him till now."Mack?" I replied."Are you okay? Are you hurt in any way?_" He asked. His tone was calm and shaky with concern."Mack_ I'm good. I wasn't hurt in any way." I said.I heard him exhale deeply on the other side."Kelvin had been doing a great job," I said. I felt a pang of regret as I was to b
*********************Claire's POV***************************"Claire!" I jumped at the sound of a voice. The hum of air from the air conditioning was the only sound in my office with the rhythmic tapping from my keyboard. I hadn't expected anyone. Mack was not yet in town. "Jesus, Kelvin, you scared me," I said as I pinned in my chair."Sorry." He said as he walked in. His eyes scanned the ceiling."What's wrong?" I asked as I frowned."Nothing _ just." He said as he stepped at the back of my desk."You ever feel like you're being watched? He asked as he looked up."Paranoid much?" I chuckled.Kelvin didn't laugh, he reached up and tilted one of the ceiling tiles."What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked."There's something here." He said as he pulled down a tiny black object."Hidden camera." He said.I froze as I stood up."What?_ How?" "Wireless", he said as he turned it over in his hands."Someone has been watching you." He continued."Who would that be?" I asked.
***********************Claire's POV***************************Liam: I saw you this morning; you looked tired. Didn't you sleep? Or was it difficult to sleep? I could help with that.**** Why do you keep ignoring me?**** Don't pretend like what we had was nothing.**** I hate being ignored. You'll talk to me eventually.**My phone buzzed with messages from Liam. As if the messages weren't enough. My phone keeps vibrating from his calls.I stood in front of the espresso machine as I willed the hiss of steamed milk to drown out my buzzing phone_ it vibrated against the stainless steel counter, relentless and insistent. Liam. Again.I didn't need to check the screen. I already knew.The barista glanced at me with a polite concern but just offered a tight smile. I grabbed my cappuccino and left the phone where it lay briskly back to my desk on the 12th floor. It was only 8:42am. I have five unread messages from Liam.I closed my laptop; nausea climbed in my throat. I'd blocked his numbe
***********************"POV: Sadie************************* Liam was in the conference room again. Alone. Back to the door. Lights dim. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets like he’s trying to hold himself together from the inside out. "Liam." He doesn’t turn around. "I’m not in the mood, Sadie." He said. "Too bad," I said as I shut the door behind me. It clicks with finality. "I don’t care what mood you’re in. This conversation is long overdue." I said. He exhaled, slow. Controlled. Like I haven’t just dropped a grenade in the room. "You gonna lecture me again?" He asked. "Only if you keep pretending Claire isn’t Mack’s wife." His jaw flexed. Boom. "Sadie, don’t." He said. His voice was hard. "Don’t what? Say her name? Call you out? Remind you that you’re practically drooling over someone who shares a mortgage and a king-size bed with your brother?" I asked. My voice was firm. "I said don’t." He replied. "You think I’m scared of you, Liam?" I asked. He
************************Claire's POV************************ The events of the past few months lingered in my mind as I walked through the garden. The Roses were in full bloom. Their scent wasn't sweet and heavy in the autumn air. But I couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in my stomach, as I drifted to what Liam said to me at my wedding reception. I had no idea what his intentions were or how far his obsession had grown. A tall figure appeared on the other side of the garden; the figure was framed by the ivy-covered stone walls, and my heart skipped a beat. His presence was magetic_ too magnetic for my own good. "Claire." Liam's voice was smooth. But here was an edge to it. Something strained. He stepped closer, his gaze intense, though his face remained impassive. "Liam," I said as I forced a smile. "What are you doing here?" I asked " I wanted to talk to you." He said quietly as he glanced up briefly over his shoulder as if to ensure, no one watched. "Talk? About what? I ask
********************Claire's POV*************************"You married her for the company." Mack's father said coldly, as he stood beneath the towering chandelier in the Mack's Penthouse living room."And you think dressing it up in flowers and a string quartet changes that?" He asked.I stood beside Mack, our fingers interlocked. I tried to keep my expression neutral. But, inside my stomach churned.Mack's jaw tightened."This isn't your business Father. The board approved the merger. The wedding happened. It's done.""Not if I say otherwise." His father snapped. "You forget the byelaws. The marriage must be genuine. The board only agreed on the clause because they'd assumed you will go with it.I stepped forward. "So what? You want us to perform for you? Prove that we're in love like some really contestants?"Mack's father smirked. "If you're truly in love. You won't mind showing it. Publicly consistent.With that he turned to his heels. My gaze locked with Mack's._____That afte
*****************************Claire's POV*******************I stirred before the sun did, my body hummed with memories of the night before. My limbs ached in the most delicious way, a quite reminder of how Mack had touched me, claimed me _ how I had given myself to him, not just as his wife, but as his equal, his lover and his home.The sheets were a mess. Rose petals clung to my skin, crushed and scattered like the remains of a celebration.My wedding dress lay draped over the chair in the corner, and Mack's shirt was still halfway to the floor, buttons hung by threads.I turned my head slowly.Mack was beside me, half covered by the sheet, one arm thrown over his forehead, lips parted in sleep. The faintest smile curled his mouth, like he was still dreaming about me.His hair was tossled in that perfect way_ wild and soft, as i ran my fingers through it all night.I couldn't help but watch him. My husband. The word still felt foreign. But warm. Safe.Real. My fingers trailed acros
*****************************Claire's POV******************The night air cooled against my skin as I stepped onto the balcony; the distant sounds of the party still echoed faintly behind me. Below the garden lights shimmered like fallen stars. It felt _ surreal. I was no longer just Claire. I was Claire Allister. A wife. I glanced down at the ring on my finger. Elegant, subtle, perfectly mine. Mack had chosen it himself.The door behind creaked softly, then clicked shut."There you're." Mack's voice was warm, steady. He walked up beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You disappeared on me." "Just needed some air. Tonight's been _ intense." I said.He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to my temple."Liam?" He asked"Henry too". I replied."I know." He signed."I hate that they tried to taint it." He said. I turned in his arm, as I faced him fully."They didn't. We didn't let them."His hands cupped my cheeks. "You were incredible back there. You handled both of th