ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
/-Claire-/“She's losing blood. She needs an urgent transfusion.” I heard the voices from a distance.“She has a rare blood type, sir. The blood bank is out of it…”My brain was not processing anything other than the pain between my legs. Tears pooled in my eyes as I stared at the very man who put me in this condition.His eyes were cold and unfeeling, unsympathetic to my suffering. “If she continues this way, she will bleed to death! Even if we can cut the bleeding, she will still need blood. Is there anyone in the family who can donate blood?” The nurse asked. “No,” came a cold response. A tear slipped past my cheek as I reached for his hand. “Regal…” my voice came out croaky. My throat hurt from the dryness. “Please…”“You heard them, the blood bank doesn't have your blood type,” he stated. “I don't know what you expect me to do.” “Annabelle…”He snatched his hand from me. “Have you lost your mind? Do you want your pregnant sister to donate blood to you? Have you thought abo
/-Claire-/My eyes fluttered open and the light almost blinded me. I let out a wince, suddenly aware of the consistent pounding of my head.“She's awake,” I heard a strange voice say. Where am I?The smell of drugs hit me and I felt the sudden urge to throw up. I blinked to clear my vision and the blurry faces became clearer. They were different from the personnel attending to me back at the mansion. Did Regal change his mind? Did he get Annabelle to donate blood?My heart rate picked up as I pushed myself up. “Easy…” the strange doctor said, and just then, I felt a sharp pain in my vagina. They had this baffled look on their faces as they watched me. “What is going on?” I asked weakly. “A lot, Miss Claire. You are indeed a miracle,” he exclaimed. “I… I don't understand…” I muttered. “You were declared dead an hour ago and your family just left a few minutes ago,” he said.The information sent my head spinning. I died? I looked at him in confusion.“We understand you are conf
A year later…/-Claire-/I couldn't say my life was terrible. I ran three charity organisations which focused on helping neglected children and orphans. I had a foundation for abused women and three restaurants that were fast climbing to fame. You could say I have achieved a lot for myself and now I was working on paying back what I stole.It was a whole ton of money, and I knew it would take a while to clear the debt, t but I was giving it my best. That singular act of compromise haunted me every night in my sleep. After I stole from him, my first instinct was to flee New Jersey before he would use his connections to prevent me from leaving the country.Tonight, I was officially opening my clothing line so I made sure to look my best. The turnover was better than expected. I was honoured that most of the dignitaries I invited had shown up. I've never felt so proud of myself. I managed to achieve so much within a short period of time. With a drink in hand, I leaned on the bannis
/-Claire-/I should have taken his threats seriously. Over the next three weeks, things have slowly begun to change.It started with individuals who had no dealings with our company posting bad reviews about our skin therapy products. I didn't know what to do because the lies were very creative and believable.We thought that was all until investors started pulling out, and we received a lawsuit for Intellectual property theft. Panicking could not even begin to explain my state of mind. The remaining days were filled with sleepless nights. I had a lawsuit on my hands and if I followed up this legal fight, it would drain a lot of money from me. Especially if I lost. Which was very likely considering how stable and trusted Agingwell Corporation was. The craziest thing was that I didn't even know about this company until now. Sure, we had the same goals and very similar products but I didn't think they would pick me out of a hundred others in the same business line.And these attac
Claire.“I want you to be my wife.”His words hit my ears like a missile, making my perceived self-confidence falter. I felt blood drain from my cheeks and I blinked rapidly, still trying so hard, but failing to process his words. Be his wife? I swallowed the huge discomforting lump lodged in my throat.“Miss Peters, are you okay? You suddenly look like you've seen a ghost. No, I feel like I'm the one looking at a ghost.”I didn't need a mirror to know my skin had gone pale. I literally felt the blood seeping out with every labored breath. I watched his lips tilt into a small smile as he interlocked his fingers. His hands formed a steeple on his table, and he laid his jaw on it. His eyes twinkled, more like he was amused or proud of the game he was playing. It was all a game to him, wasn't it? He knew how desperate I was for his help, and he'd stoop as low as asking for my hand in marriage in addition to a whopping 70% profit on all investments.“Have you suddenly lost your ability to
AsherI looked at my watch. It has been hours since she left but I couldn't get my mind off our little encounter. As much as I had pretended to be in control, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing or even saying. It felt as if my words and actions were guarded by a primal need to own her. I scoffed. I had tracked her all these while and immediately I had the opportunity, I had pounced on it like a hungry wolf.I swiveled my chair, wondering what she must have thought of me to throw a marriage proposal at her. What was more shocking was her reaction. She went pale, almost as if she had received bad news. Most ladies would have jumped on the opportunity to marry me—most would jump into my bed if they had the chance. But she was different. I didn't know there was a woman who didn't care about my status or money. I had to change that somehow. I stood up from my chair and headed home.It was a short thirty minute dr
ClaireI stepped out of the car, slightly pulling my jacket closer and wishing it could generate more warmth than it already did. I let out a deep, calming breath through my lips. Things weren't going exactly the way I planned, so the least I could hope for was to be in charge of the outcome. Two days earlier I didn't even have a boyfriend, but here I was about to sign away my life to a man for one year. The end determines the means, I told myself. I just needed to ensure that he broke up with me before one year and I'd be free and would have also made tons of profits.I reached his waiting room and was greeted by his secretary. She was a petite woman who looked like she was in her mid thirties. Blonde, hazel eyes and a voice that was so high-pitched, I checked if there were any broken glasses. After a little while, her telephone rang and she smiled and gestured to me to enter. With a broad smile, I entered Asher's office. A man sat on a chair across from him. Their gazes both glued o
ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
ASHER'S P.O.VEverything happened in a blur. My father tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t interested in what he had to say. How could he take Regal as his son? Even after what he did to Claire. My Claire. Speaking of Claire, she must be waiting for me. She’s probably worried about me. I didn’t mean to leave her with Regal and Annabelle, the people who hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing their faces. If I stayed there any longer, I might have done something I’d regret. I excused myself. My father agreed with a nod, and I left the room. “Claire,” I called as I approached the living room. I received no answer in return. My eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn’t she saying anything? If it was any other scenario, I’d think she didn't hear me, but she was with the people who caused her harm, of course she’d want to leave. She’d rush towards me, and I’d be more than happy to welcome her into my arms. I quickened my pace, still calling for her, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
CLAIRE“Unbearing?” I blinked. “Then your sister swooped in,” he kept pushing me down the street, until we arrived beside a car. With one hand on my waist, he pushed me towards the door, releasing his other hand from my arm and grabbing the knob of the back door. “Get in,” he demanded.I shook my head. “Get in, Claire. I don’t want to be violent towards you,” he advised. “You’re very important to me, I don’t want to do anything to hurt our child”.“Our child,” I was taken aback. “Get in,” he demanded, rasing his tone,not intending to correct himself any time soon.Did he really think he could ruin my life, kill our baby turn when his life doesn’t turn out the way he plans, he swoops on and tries to clam what’s not his.“Get in,” he pushed on my waist and I drop onto the seat. I lift my head up to find Liah sitting at the further end, her body resting against the car door, wearing all black. “What are you doing here?” I question. She didn’t say a thing. I turn to face Regald who
CLAIRE I was amused, to say the least. I watched Regal stumble over words. Annabelle turned away from me, spinning her head towards Regal and grabbing his arm when he revealed her name. Her eyes grew wide, trying to silence him. He tore his arm away from her and began speaking, but she talked over him, causing chaos. I picked up a glass of wine from the table, raising it to my lips. I didn’t drink any, I just needed something to keep me busy and stop me from speaking. The air is thick with tension as Regal leans forward, his voice tight with frustration. Regal had everyone’s eyes on him, and he suddenly burst, words spewing out of his lips uncontrollably, “You all think I’m some heartless bastard for what I did, but you don’t understand, It wasn’t just me. Annabelle and I—she was the reason. She made me see that bringing a child into a relationship that was already dead was a mistake. We made the decision together.”I stiffen, gripping my wine glass, my knuckles turning white.
CLAIRE Dinner. I dreaded it. We'd barely arrived home before Gregory began to interfere with our privacy again. We've barely settled back in and here we were at dinner, surrounded by the very people that I have sworn to avoid. But considering the miracle that had happened to Asher and I. It was almost impossible for anything to bother me. Not even Regal and Annabelle's presence was enough. I Blake my eyes and sighed. I was beginning to feel tired. It was always easy to feel so tired and worn out from the stress. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I leaned my head against Asher's shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Just a sliver of time to get it back together. “Are you alright?” Regal said and my eyes opened as my gaze met his. I wasn't even irritated, the hate that I felt for him that I had carried for him for years began to wear off. Not entirely. Buy maybe enough to fixate on what he had done to me years ago. His eyes were full of concern as he looked a
CLAIRE I was glad she didn’t make mention of the pastAsher exhaled a laugh. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”Dr. Patel went over a few more details. “We’ll schedule you for your next ultrasound around 20 weeks,” she said. “That’s when we can check for anatomy details—and if you want, find out the sex.”I exchanged a glance with Asher. “I think we want to wait,” she said.Dr. Patel smiled. “That’s great. Any questions for me?”I hesitated, then asked, “What are the chances of anything going wrong because of what i went through in the past?”Dr. Patel softened. “I understand the worry, but at this point, your risk of a miscarriage or any issue at all has dropped significantly. I’d say just enjoy the moment.”I squeezed Asher’s hand, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.We left her office with glee. My eyes still glanced around until the got glued to this particular lady who looked a lot like Liah. She turned and I could see her fully.I halted and so did Asher, alth
CLAIRE The fluorescent lights glowed softly above as Asher and I. The air carried the faint familiar scent of disinfectant and that of hope. It ached to think about the possibility of not having a child but there was still I change i could have one. I took a deep breath, her fingers instantly tightening around Asher’s hand as we walked toward the receptionist’s desk. He moved his thumb gently against mine and when we arrived in front of the desk, I looked over at him and smiled. “Good morning,” the receptionist greeted, her fingers clicking across the keyboard. “You must be Claire Henshaw?”“Claire Henshaw,” I was slow to respond, turning away from Asher and facing the nurse. The surname still haunted me, like a roof over my head, something I couldn’t get rid off. Asher’s face said no less, his jaws clenched and his fingers folding as their slowly pulled away from my shoulder. The knots tightened and the tension grew. I could recall sitting here as well with an unresponsive Regal
CLAIRE My body trembled slightly as I wretched into the toilet. Whatever was left of my dinner last night escaped my body as I threw up. Some strands of hair clung to my forehead because of the sweat that broke out and even if I didn't want to admit it. My body was heavy with exhaustion. I felt the breeze on my neck as my hair was being raised up gently. I could sense Asher behind me as he rubbed tender circles against my back. The movement was comforting. Everything about it was comforting. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted. Everything was exhausting. With my exhaustion, I also sensed fear. No matter how much I tried to force my mind not to linger on it, it was there regardless. As much as there was fear, there was hope. Or maybe I was afraid to hope. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as I placed my hand gently against my belly. It couldn't be. There was no way that it was possible. It certainly wouldn't be possible. But each time I tried to deny it, my hope
CLAIREWe made our way to the car and he helped me in. “I can walk,” I laughed lightly. He was treated me gently, way more than usual, like a fragile egg that was at risk of shattering. He looked amused, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”. He stood between the door and I. “Is it because the doctor said I might ne pregnant?” I joked bit he took it more than just a joke. His straightened his face, his lips stretching into a thin line. He stepped closer and I blinked, staring at him confused. “I love you with or without the pregnancy,” he said in a stern tone. “A child won’t make me love you more or less, I love you just the way you are, you’re an amazing woman and I can’t imagine my life without you”. I blinked. “Understand?” He asked. I nodded, “I know, you’ve told me”. “Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, slamming thr door shut then walking towards his side of the car. He got in, placed his hand on the steering wheel, reached for his key, inserted it and started th