/-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 “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
CLAIREThe good news is, it wasn't Regal.The bad news is, it was even worse.The moment I opened the door and saw Annabelle standing there, her perfectly styled blonde waves catching the sunlight, I knew my day had taken a turn for the worse."Hi, Claire!" She chirped, her voice disgustingly sweet, like honey laced with arsenic. It was the kind of greeting you couldn’t outright ignore, no matter how much you wanted to. I forced my expression into something resembling neutral, though every instinct screamed to shut the door in her face."What are you doing here?" I asked, unable to keep the sharp edge out of my voice. My fingers gripped the door tighter.Annabelle, in all her unbothered glory, waltzed past me as though she owned the place, her designer heels clicking against the floor with a rhythm I already despised. She took a deliberate glance around the living room, her sharp gaze sizing up everything in sight."Nice place," she said, running a perfectly manicured finger along the
CLAIREAsher held my hand the whole ride back home. We didn't even bother telling anyone goodbye. They didn't even know that we had left. Not to be a vindictive bitch, but I didn't care what anyone thought about me now. I wasn't bothered about what Gregory thought about me. I was simply relieved that I got the opportunity to get out of that place.Being around Regal and Annabelle made me choke with so many sensitive memories that there was a high possibility that I might explode on the spot. “You're tired,” Asher said the moment he got into the house. He crouched and undid the buckles of my shoes, and I automatically slipped out of the shoes. My legs felt relieved almost instantly. A small laugh escaped me when he automatically hoisted me up into his arms, bridal style. “What are you doing?” I asked, breathless with laughter. There was no need to ask any questions. I trusted him, but that didn't mean that I wasn't curious; I was curious to know what he was planning to do. “Just gi
CLAIREThe room was shrouded in silence for a brief second, and I couldn't stop myself from wondering if it was because of me or because of the tension that traveled through the air. I didn't regret my outburst.I guess this would count as the first time that I had the luxury of putting Annabelle in her place without thinking of consequences. I took my time chewing into the chicken tenders. They were juicy and delicious. The only privilege of being in Gregory's company was that at least we had access to delicious food. That was the only thing that I was going to give him credit for. I was still trying to wrap my head and my mind around it. Asher and Regal were family. It dawned on me that there was a high possibility that I was going to be seeing more of Regal. Just when I hoped that I was done with him. “So tell us, Regal. Simply for curiosity sake. How did you two separate considering the fact that the both of you were once married?" Liah asked. I could see her lips curled up in
CLAIREThe drive to Asher’s father’s house felt way too short, like the universe was speeding things up just to mess with us. The closer we got, the heavier the air seemed to get. I glanced over at Asher. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale, and every so often, I could see his jaw tighten and then relax, like he was trying—and failing woefully—to keep it together.Neither of us had said much since we got in the car, and the silence was almost worse than any awkward small talk we could’ve tried. The tension between us wasn’t the kind you could ignore. It just sat there, heavy and obvious, like a third passenger we couldn’t throw out of the car.Outside, the scenery blurred past, but I barely noticed. My stomach was in knots, and my hands were clenched in my lap, fiddling with the edge of my sleeve just to give myself something to do.“You okay over there?” I asked cautiously, though I already knew the answer.“Absolutely not,” he muttered. “Going to see my dad i
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