/-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 confused. I don't want to overwhelm you with too much information at once, but…” he was saying when I interrupted.
“You said I died? How?”
The only thing I remembered was falling unconscious. I couldn't have died then, right? It couldn't have been that swift.
“You were rushed here at the brink of death. We had to send requests to about twenty hospitals for a type AB negative while stopping the bleeding. We almost gave up on finding a match until the last hospital gave a positive response. We had you transfused as soon as we could, but you stopped responding,” he answered.
I tried my best to digest everything he related.
“My husband…” I started. “Did he bring me here?”
“No, in fact, none of your family members showed up despite our attempts to reach them until you were declared dead,” he answered, and my heart bled all over again.
“You don't have to worry, we will call them now to inform…”
“No!” I cut him off. “Don't please…”
“Why?” He was genuinely curious but his question reminded me of the heartache I couldn't recover from.
He didn't show up while I was dying but suddenly made time when he found out I was dead.
“I… I just want to be away from them. If they come for my body, I don't know… maybe you can…”
“They won't,” he interrupted and I looked up, immediately. I must have misheard him. “They told me to add you to the list of bodies for cremation.”
“What?!” I half-yelled. “Does Regal know about this?”
“I don't know who Regal is but your husband and immediate family signed the consent form,” he answered.
Even a dagger wound didn't hurt as bad.
“Thank you, Doctor,” I sniffled, wiping my tears. “I needed to hear that.”
His eyes dampened with pity and I looked away.
“How soon can I be discharged,” I asked.
“As soon as we've conducted all the tests to ensure you are fit to go then you can be discharged. Don't worry about the bills, your family already cleared it,” he answered.
Right! Of course, they would.
“There is one more thing you need to know, Mrs Henshaw…”
“Call me Claire please,” I interrupted.
“Alright, Claire. You might not like this, but it was the only way to save your life,” he paused, and my palms became sweaty.
I knew then that whatever it was wouldn't favour me.
“What is it, Doc?”
“We had to take out your uterus,” he informed me, and for a second, I went completely still. “The damage was severe and if we didn't take it out, you were going to bleed to death.”
His explanation didn't make me feel better. I was never going to have kids again. All for what? A man who didn't even want my body?
The tears poured down my cheeks in torrents.
“You can't mean that…” I blurted out, unable to control my sobs. Suddenly, this miracle didn't seem like a miracle at all.
What was I living for if I couldn't have my kids?
“Take it easy on yourself, Claire. Everything will be alright, okay? Don't beat yourself,” he told me.
I just wanted to get out of here. I was sick of being here. Everything was choking me up.
“Can you run your tests now? I… I just want to leave,” I said grimly.
“I'm afraid that will be tomorrow. You need to rest.”
There was no strength left in me to argue with him so I lay back on my bed. A few minutes later, they exited the room.
I gave it an hour then got out of the ward. The plan was simple yet crazy. I was going to get out of this hospital and never return.
I was going to leave New Jersey behind in general to start my life afresh.
It wasn't until I left the hospital that I realised how unrealistic my plan was. How do I start afresh with no money?
Everything I had was back in the Henshaw mansion and I couldn't possibly go back there because my sister was possibly there already.
I didn't put it past her to replace me the very day I was declared dead.
A horn blew immediately, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was in the middle of the streets, stunned to see the car heading towards me.
The tires screeched while I remained rooted on the spot unable to move. The car came to a stop and the driver stomped out of the car in annoyance.
“Do you have a death wish?” He barked. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.
The passenger door opened and a dark-haired man stepped out. His back was facing me at the moment but the aura he exuded captured my attention immediately.
He shut the door and walked to us. My jaw dropped as the lean, muscular load of sexiness strolled toward us. I couldn't even blink as those mysterious grey eyes rested on me.
His facial features were sharp and prominent and he certainly had the stance of one who commanded power.
Did I mention that cologne?
I used to think that Regal had the best collection but apparently, I was wrong.
I couldn't stop my eyes from shamelessly trailing down. He was clad in a black shirt with the first three buttons off. It clung to every inch of his muscles and…
“Miss, I have a meeting in three, and you are blocking our way,” the deep, rich tone had my mind spiralling.
“I… I…” I stuttered helplessly realizing they were expecting me to say something. I moved aside quickly, “Sorry.”
“Thank you,” he walked back into the car.
The driver shot me a glare and entered the car. I stood there, waiting for them to leave.
The car moved, then reversed for no reason. Or so I thought.
From what I could see, it wasn't the driver's doing because he had that irritated expression on his face.
“Do you need a ride?”
“Yes,” I blurted before I could stop myself. “Desperately.”
“Get in,” came that honey-like tone. I didn't waste time getting into the backseat.
It was so unlike me to trust strangers randomly but I trusted this man. For some crazy reason, I felt an odd sense of security around him.
Aside from that, I just couldn't get enough of his insane beauty.
“Where are you headed?” The driver asked and I cursed myself for responding so rashly.
Even if I did pick a location, I would still be stranded. Not to mention that my core was hurting and it was affecting my movement.
“Miss?”
“Uhm…” I glanced at the grey-eyed man. “I uhm…”
“She's with me. Focus on the road, Tim,” he said.
A smile formed on my lips before I could stop it. When I realized what I was doing, I scolded myself for falling so cheaply for another man after the last one went so badly.
They pulled up at a skyscraper which was otherwise Gray Enterprises. My eye shifted to the man in the car and my jaw dropped lower than it did earlier.
No way I was in the car with Asher Gray. Not only was he the most eligible bachelor in NYC but he ranked number one on Forbes list as the youngest trillionaire.
“Wait here,” he instructed and stepped out of the car. “Get her something to eat, Tim. We're out of refreshments.”
I watched him walk into the company. The driver shot me a look before leaving the car. I was glad that the glasses were tinted and the inside was quite comfortable.
I decided to explore the car while waiting. There were a lot of compartments and even a TV.
I opened the cabinets curiously. The first one I opened contained a suitcase.
I pulled out and opened it. A loud gasp fell off my lips.
Remember when I said I needed money to start a new life?
Well, there were tons of it here.
My logical brain told me to put it back. There was simply no way he would put me in a car with such a huge amount of money and just forget about me.
But survival instincts kicked in and I did the one thing I never thought I would in my life.
Steal.
/-Asher-/
I loved her audacity.
As insane as it sounded, I was amused by the fact that after almost losing her life due to her clumsiness, she went ahead to steal from me after I offered her a ride.
I stood by my office window, watching her sneak out of my car with my suitcase. She looked around frantically before sprinting away.
I took out my phone and called the security men.
“Yes, boss?”
“A sneaky woman is coming towards you with a suitcase…” I glanced at my watch. “Let her pass.”
“Yes, boss.”
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 “Damn paperwork,” I cursed as I signed yet another document. It had been a tiring day with little to look forward to. I eyed the bottle that sat in the bar just opposite my work table. It was tempting, but my damned heart could only take so much. “Fuck the doctors,” I muttered as I stood and walked over to the bar. I picked up the bottle and looked at its label, Domaine De La Romanee Conti. I sighed and dropped the bottle back in the bar. It should be a crime to have this at home when I couldn't even drink to my satisfaction.My phone buzzed, and I walked back to my table. The caller ID read: Jenny. It was the red hair I was with a couple of months ago. For some reason, she wouldn't stop calling. Something about not being able to get me out of her mind. I scoffed. It was always about the money—I gave up on love when I made my first billion. It had become clear that I was never going to find anyone who really loved me. Not that I was interested in love or any woman; at least, un
ASHER I was certain that my gaze lingered on her for a minute longer than necessary. I didn't bother being conscious about it. I didn't care that it was obvious I had been staring. How could I not? The red dress that I had licked up for her looked absolutely amazing. I couldn't help but notice that the color of her lips matched her dress, and it brought out the edge in her eyes. My gaze lingered on her lips for a little bit longer. What the hell are you even doing? I blinked in surprise.The plan was to entertain myself by getting under her nerves, not to imagine devouring her on this very table. My heart instantly picked up pace at the thought. I was more surprised than disgusted that I was even considering the idea in the first place.I observed as she tipped her head back, taking a big gulp of wine from her glass. Even though her hand was sloppy, there was some sort of elegance and grace in her movement. “Really? You'd rather be drunk than have a conversation with me?” I raised
AsherI looked at the beauty seated opposite me. The ambience in the restaurant accentuated the look in her eyes. It appeared like her eyes might snap shut at any moment. If it did... I didn't want to think of what would happen then. I cleared my throat and clapped, signaling to the waiter who stood at the entrance to the kitchen. The fine lines etched in his face were now a little rough. His eyes had turned red—probably because of the sleep I had deprived him of. He fought the urge to let out a yawn as he walked over to me.He leaned in and asked, “How can I help you, Mr. Asher?" Although his words suggested that he wanted to be of service to me, his demeanor and the slight lilt in his voice suggested a repressed annoyance. But he knew better than to voice his discontent; it could as well cost him his richest customer. “The bills,” I said in a snarky manner. “Just a moment, sir.”I turned away from him and looked at the only person who had ever managed to capture my attention for m
CLAIREAsher had this way of making me feel like the only person in the world. It was the little things—the way his hand hovered near mine like he was ready to catch me at any second or the way he smiled like he knew a secret no one else did. It was comforting, almost addictive, and I found myself wanting it more and more.When we left the coffee shop, the city seemed alive in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the buzz of morning activities—people moving around, talking, going about their days. Or maybe it was Asher walking next to me, his hand brushing against mine every so often, sending little sparks of electricity through my skin.“Where to first?” I asked, glancing up at him.“You’ll see,” he said with a sly grin.Of course, he didn’t tell me. Asher loved a good surprise, and while it usually annoyed me, today I decided to let him take the lead.We ended up at a small flower market tucked into a corner of the city that I had never explored. Stalls lined the cobblestone s
CLAIRERegal was becoming a thorn in the flesh. I couldn't think of any way to get him to stop bothering Asher and I. The more that I tried to get him to stay away. The more he would keep coming back to prove a point and I was getting extremely tired of entertaining his antics. How could I not see that he has been such a pain when I married him. I closed my eyes and sighed.I shivered when Asher ran a finger over my bare arm tenderly. My gaze met his. Somehow, he had been awake and I didn't even know it. He had a way of taking his time to observe me before I became aware.“Whatever is bothering you. It's best you tell me so that I can take care of it,” he said softly. But then I still couldn't find the courage to bring up Asher. Bringing him up is going to ruin the mood completely and I wasn't so sure that I could have that. Regal had already caused so much tension between us. I wasn't going to let him ruin the morning too. “Nothing. Just thinking about the pile of work that I had
CLAIREI toweled off quickly, feeling the residual heat from the bath clinging to my skin. Asher's gaze lingered on me with a mixture of affection and intensity, which had me fighting a blush that I knew was already creeping up my neck. He wrapped his towel around his waist, his eyes never leaving mine. Back in the bedroom, I watched as Asher moved with ease, the muscles in his back flexing as he reached for clothes. For a moment, I just stood there, taking him in—the effortless confidence in his movements, the way the faint light caught on his skin. I found myself unable to look away."You're staring," he said without turning, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice, as if he had been watching me and not the other way around."You're too smug for your own good," I shot back, rolling my eyes to hide the flush creeping up my neck. "Maybe put on a shirt before your ego inflates."He turned around, one eyebrow raised. "So you admit you were enjoying the view?""Maybe I was just adm
CLAIRE“So what's in it for her?” Asher asked after a few seconds of silence.“That's the thing,” I told him, “I have no idea, and I can't seem to figure it out.” “That's very strange...and suspicious. Liah wanting to help someone for no reason? That's practically impossible, to be honest. The Liah I know wouldn't be caught dead doing someone a favor without getting a single thing in return.” He went back to massaging my scalp. It was more of him running his fingers absentmindedly through my hair while he spoke than it was a massage. "Well, I don't think it's for no reason. She kind of said she might be doing this for you when I asked what she would get out of it.” “Oh, that definitely sounds more believable. So what exactly did she ask for?”My body tensed up a little bit as I thought of answering his question, and he seemed to notice. “Anything wrong? You seen tense. What did Liah tell you?” He placed a hand on my shoulder gently, and I started to feel slightly relaxed. Then I r
CLAIREThe proximity between us evaporated as he clutched my face tenderly in his hands. My breathing heightened. I was still trying to recover from the heat of his kiss. I was drowning in the heat that threatened to consume me. My hands were on fire as soon as I realized they were still placed across his torso. It was impossible to concentrate. “I've been waiting for you all day. I thought you were going to take forever to get back home. Get back home to me,” his voice drifted into a whisper as he placed his head against mine.I closed my eyes. My heart was threatening to give way from my body. I couldn't breathe, but it was a good kind of discomfort. “I've been thinking about you all day too. I-” I paused as my eyes watered with tears. I was terrified that Asher was going to see me in a more vulnerable state than he has ever seen me in his life. I wondered if it was the right time to be vulnerable with him. I closed my eyes. I needed to breathe. I need to pause every negative thou
CLAIREIt was a good thing that I had a very firm practice of keeping my temper on a leash. The sight of Liah seated comfortably on the chair from across made me want to lung out in frustration. I was exhausted from feeling so many intense emotions in a day. Everything about her irritated me, right from the sight of her perfect legs to the cold, sassy smile on her face. My headache intensified and I inhaled deeply to at least regain composure because my anger was already beginning to rise to the surface. “I'm not sure I'm going to need your forgiveness for anything. I'm also certain that you're imposing on my private time. So if you're done spewing your BS. You can as well leave my office,” I said. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for sounding unbothered.I could have almost sworn that I saw irritation flash through her eyes, and when I looked again, the same smug smile still remained on her face.When she remained on the chair, making no attempt to move, I raised an eyebrow a
CLAIREI couldn't stop thinking about the look in Asher's eyes. Every inch of my body awakened each time my mind went to it. It was impossible to do anything else. Every inch of my body awakened each time I thought about how he confessed that he couldn't keep his hands off me. I knew that the both of us were on a tough path, but at least it was another sign to stay hopeful.I closed my eye and got out of the car almost immediately. I needed to stop thinking about Asher for the time being. I wasn't going to be able to attend to all that I had to today if I kept on thinking about his bare torso.As I headed closer to my office, dread engulfed me. This was certainly not the day where I had the mental capacity to tolerate Asher. I closed my eyes and sighed, and I breathed with relief when I spotted no one waiting for me by the door. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was indeed a great relief. “Good morning, miss. I've been expecting you,” Ella smiled at me. I wasn't really in the best of
CLAIREMy eyes fluttered open as I sensed Asher's warmth. I wanted to believe that JH was a figment of imagination, and it could easily be my mind conjuring up things since I craved his presence so much. I closed my eyes, sighed, and turned to face Asher’s empty bedside. His scent became stronger. My eyes flew open, and my lips parted open in surprise as my eyes caught his. I don't know how long he's been awake. My cheeks flushed with color as I thought about how long he might have been watching me. He was here, and somehow I wanted to believe that it was a figment of my imagination. After what happened yesterday, I was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before he let me know that he wanted nothing to do with me. “Hi,” he said quietly.I closed my eyes. Somehow the words were stuck on the tip of my tongue. Somehow I couldn't even come up with the right thing to say. My heart was soaring wildly within the confines of my chest. Hope. I felt it a lot of times to recogni
CLAIRERegal’s words haunted me. The taunting look in his eyes was something that I wasn't sure that I would be able to forget. I was certain that the universe had sent him to haunt me. I was more than certain that was the case.I closed my head and sighed. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was right. I couldn't keep running from the truth forever. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the lump that was beginning to form at the back of my throat. The more I tried to focus, The more the anxiety swept up the remaining thread of composure that I had left. Wasn't he supposed to be in prison? Wasn't he supposed to be facing law charges. Regardless of whether he was supposed to be in prison or not, it didn't divulge from the fact that I was supposed to tell Asher the truth.I wanted to go to bed and preferably not wake up the next morning, but I couldn't keep running away forever. “Hey,” my attention reverted back to the present moment as As