/-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
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