/-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
CLAIRE I was back here, back to feeling like my whole world was shattering before my eyes. I would have done anything and everything to escape the pain that I felt in the confines of my chest. I didn't want to be back here. Maybe inviting Liah to stay here was a big mistake. A mistake that I was already regretting. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I raised my gaze to look at the clock. It was already five in the morning and I had barely gotten any sleep. I turned my head towards the side. I was taunted by Asher's empty bedside. There was nobody to warm me up. I couldn't smell him. My eyes watered with tears. The ache in my chest intensified. Maybe I should have believed him. He had done everything to prove that he loved me. And even when I thought he wouldn't stay. He did. So why wasn't I open enough to listen to his explanation? I got down from my bed. I considered looking for him in the guest room. I would tell how sorry I was. How I couldn't sleep alone. My hands were su
CLAIRE I noticed how tense Asher was when he returned. I wanted to say it was because he had no choice to be in the company of Liah but my guts kept telling me that something was wrong. “Are you okay?” I murmured as he approached me. I noticed how Liah walked closely behind him. He held my hand, I couldn't help but notice that he looked a little pale. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was utterly exhausted. I don't think that I had the stomach for more drama.“Thanks for letting your husband drive me around. How generous of you?” Liah smirked at me. I felt a slight tug in my chest coupled with the suspicion that was nibbling within me from the inside out. I remained silent. I had no idea what to reply to what she had just said.“I guess it's time for dinner?” She looked at me expectantly and I nodded in response. I waited until she disappeared into the house before I directed my gaze back at Asher. “I know this isn't your idea but you seem too quiet. Did something happen?” I looked
ASHERI watched as Liah pushed another bite of her croissant into her mouth, a smug smile spreading across her face. She was trying to get under my skin, to take me down memory lane and make me remember the past. But I wasn't having it."You know, Asher," she said, her voice husky, "I'll never forget that night we spent together at the beach. Do you remember it?"I raised an eyebrow, my expression neutral. "I'm married now, Liah. I don't dwell on the past."Liah's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Oh, I'm sure Claire wouldn't mind if you reminisced about old times," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers. "Actually, Liah, Claire is the reason I'm not interested in revisiting the past. She's the one I'm committed to, and I don't have time for games like this."Liah's eyes narrowed, a flash of anger sparking in their depths. But she kept her cool, her smile never wavering. "You're really devote
ASHERAs soon as Liah left the room, Claire turned to me with a strange look on her face. "You should drive her," she said, her voice calm.I stared at her in confusion, wondering if she had finally lost her mind. "What? Why would I do that?" I asked, incredulous.Claire's expression didn't change, but I could sense a hint of something beneath the surface. "Just do it," she said, her voice firm.I shook my head, feeling a surge of frustration. "No way," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not going to drive her around just because you're saying it. I refuse to be in the same space with her for that long. Her presence irritates me, freaks me out. I hate being around her, and I'm not going to do it just because you’re asking me to."I couldn't believe Claire was even suggesting this. Didn't she know how much I despised Liah? Didn't she know how much Liah's presence affected me? I thought Claire knew better than that."Liah is toxic, Claire," I said, trying to reason with her. "She's poisonous,
CLAIREI woke up to the warmth of Asher's gaze on me. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Good morning," I said, my voice husky from sleep.Asher's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back at me. "You're beautiful in the mornings," he said, his voice low and husky. "Your hair is a mess, and your eyes are still sleepy, but you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as Asher's words washed over me. I loved moments like these, just the two of us, basking in the warmth of our love.Just as we were having our own little moment, the door to our room burst open, and Liah strode in, a look of determination on her face."Oh..." she said, her voice trailing off as she took in the sight of Asher and me in bed together.I sat up, startled, pulling the covers up to my chest as Liah's sudden entrance caught me off guard. Asher and I were both naked under the sheets, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I tried to cover myself.Asher's face
CLAIRE Liah's smile faltered for a moment, and I saw a flash of surprise in her eyes. But then, she pretended to be surprised. "Oh, Asher, I had no idea that Claire allowing me to stay was the only reason you were tolerating my presence," she said, her voice dripping with innocence.Asher's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Don't play dumb, Liah. You know exactly why I'm letting you stay. And it's not because I want to revisit the past with you."Liah smiled sweetly, her eyes locked on Asher's. "Oh, Asher, there's no harm in bringing up the past," she said, her voice light and airy. "After all, it's just conversation. And I'm sure Claire doesn't mind. Do you, Claire?" She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with challenge.I met Liah's gaze, my expression cold and unyielding. "No, I don't mind at all," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I love hearing about your past with Asher. It's not like it's making me feel uncomfortable at all."“Oh, Claire,” she chuckled. “You’re ab
CLAIRE Sitting there listening to Liah's suggestive comments, I could feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. It was like a pot of water, slowly coming to a boil, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my cool.Inside, I was a mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I knew that Asher had made it clear that he wanted me, that I was the one he was interested in. But on the other hand, Liah's comments were like a constant drumbeat, eroding my confidence and making me feel like I was just a temporary distraction for Asher.I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and stabbing, like a knife to the heart. I knew it was irrational, that I had no reason to feel like this because Asher had made his intentions towards me extremely clear. But I couldn't help it. I tried to push the thoughts away, to tell myself that I was being ridiculous, to remind myself that Asher had chosen me, not Liah. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced. And as I sat there, watching Lia
CLAIRE Sitting there listening to Liah's suggestive comments, I could feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. It was like a pot of water, slowly coming to a boil, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my cool.Inside, I was a mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I knew that Asher had made it clear that he wanted me, that I was the one he was interested in. But on the other hand, Liah's comments were like a constant drumbeat, eroding my confidence and making me feel like I was just a temporary distraction for Asher.I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and stabbing, like a knife to the heart. I knew it was irrational, that I had no reason to feel like this because Asher had made his intentions towards me extremely clear. But I couldn't help it. I tried to push the thoughts away, to tell myself that I was being ridiculous, to remind myself that Asher had chosen me, not Liah. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced. And as I sat there, watching Li
CLAIRE“Stop staring at me like that, princess. I told you not to test me. Asher growled slightly as I splashed him some water from the people. I could see the smile that he was trying so desperately to hide. I don't know how long we were here. I only knew that my chest felt lighter and lighter. It's been up to an hour since we had been emotional. I closed my eyes and sighed. And now here we were, playing around in the pool like we weren't vulnerable with each other a couple of minutes ago. There was a slight flutter in the pit of my stomach when I remembered Asher telling me how much he needed me and he wanted me to stay. If only he knew that it was the other way round. If only he knew that he was the one obviously doing me a favor by staying. I watched as he swam towards the end of the pool. I inhaled deeply as he disappeared under the water. I was settled at the end of the pool, watching. With only the tip of my legs buried inside the pool. A breath of relief escaped me when he r