CLAIRE I released a moan as I bit into the chicken sandwich. My taste buds exploded with delight instantly as I chewed. The only thing that I couldn't regret about this was the good. Asher seemed to have good taste when it came to good food. Not that I was ever going to admit it out loud. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. I couldn't exactly put it into words. I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them, My shoulders flinched slightly when I opened them to find Asher intently staring at me. My cheeks flushed almost immediately. It was too late to regain any sort of composure. He already knew that I was flustered. “I can see you're enjoying your meal. Do you want more?” His lips tilted up into its usual signature smirk. Something about it was beginning to become oddly interesting now. “Don't get too cocky." I scoffed, but the tone of my voice held less spite than I intended. Was his ego beginning to grow on me? Definitely not. Don't be ridicul
ASHER I had no idea what I was doing. The only thing you could come up with is telling her she's moving in with you. Just when I thought you couldn't get any way worse.I watched the light dim from her eyes, and I was going to retract my statement when she placed her small hands against my chest and gave me a push. I didn't budge, of course, but I could spot the rage in her eyes from the way she looked at me. I saw the resentment she had for me in full force, and I wished for it to be something else. "First, you take one year of my life. Then you take away my choices. And then you get to decide where I live too?” She snapped at me. If the height difference wasn't obvious, perhaps she would have attempted to punch me. It didn't make her less capable of it.She did the most unpredictable things; you could never tell what she was going to do next, so maybe that punch was coming. You deserve it. “You shouldn't have thought about that when you stole money from me,” I said. I regretted
/-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