The Morning After
Gordon had barely stepped out of the room when his phone rang.
He pulled it out, already regretting answering.
“What now?” he said flatly.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Ryan’s voice came through, full of his usual sarcasm. “I just landed. Where are you? We have a meeting in an hour.”
Gordon sighed. “Something came up.”
A pause. Then Ryan’s voice sharpened. “Wait… did you just say ‘something came up’? You? Mr. Schedule-Everything-to-Death? What’s going on?”
Before Gordon could answer, the doorbell rang.
He frowned. Who the hell?
When he opened the door, a petite woman with bright red lipstick stood there, arms crossed like she was ready for battle.
“Where is she?” Naomi demanded, pushing past him.
Gordon blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Claire,” Naomi said, scanning the apartment. “She didn’t pick up my calls, and I tracked her phone here.”
Gordon’s brows lifted. “You tracked her phone?”
Naomi waved him off. “Oh, don’t act all shocked, billionaire boy. Where is she?”
Before he could respond, Ryan’s voice came from the phone still in his hand.
“Who’s that? And why does she sound like she’s about to murder you?”
Gordon exhaled slowly. “Long story.”
Naomi wasn’t waiting for an invitation. “Claire! Claire!” she shouted, pacing around. “Where is she?”
Gordon simply looked upstairs.
She didn’t wait for permission just marched up, throwing open doors like she owned the place.
It didn’t take long to find Claire, still knocked out on the bed.
Naomi groaned, hands on her hips. “Seriously? I knew she was drinking, but damn.”
Gordon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “If you’re done barging into my house, I have work to do.”
Naomi raised an eyebrow. “And I have questions.”
Downstairs
Ethan stepped inside quietly, clutching his tablet like it was a shield.
He had heard the commotion from the hallway and, knowing Gordon, figured it was safer to sit, observe, and pretend he wasn’t there.
So, he quietly lowered himself onto the couch, fingers tapping nervously against the tablet.
He wasn’t about to involve himself in whatever this was.
Then another buzz.
It was Ryan,I’m here Open the damn door.
Gordon quickly went downstairs forgetting Ethan was there to open the door.
Gordon sighed, unlocking it.
Ryan Carter strode in, sharp suit, sharp eyes, and zero patience for nonsense.
He barely stepped inside before raising a brow. “You look like hell.”
Gordon shut the door. “Thanks.”
Before Ryan could grill him further, a voice boomed from upstairs.
“I don’t care if he’s a billionaire! I’ll slap the arrogance out of him if he tries anything funny!”
Ryan’s brows shot up. “What the hell was that? You got a girlfriend now? Wow.”
Gordon rubbed his temples. “Shut up. That’s Claire’s friend.”
Ryan smirked. “Who’s Claire? And wait, you mean to tell me someone is finally putting you in your place?”
Before Gordon could respond, another loud thud echoed from upstairs.
Ryan glanced at the ceiling like he expected it to collapse. “And Claire is…?”
“Still drunk. Sleeping.”
Ryan let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really picked up a whole human disaster, huh?”
Upstairs
Naomi stood over Claire, arms crossed. “I swear, Claire, if you got yourself into some billionaire nonsense, I’m going to scream.”
Claire groaned, pulling the covers over her head. “Shhh… Heaven is loud.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. “You’re in Gordon Wright’s house, you idiot.”
Claire peeked out. “Oh.” Pause. “Wait. Who is he?”
Naomi sighed dramatically. “you don't know Gordon Wright. Billionaire. CEO. Probably the kind of guy who schedules his bathroom breaks.”
Claire blinked. Her head was pounding.
She suddenly sat up, eyes wide.
“Wait. Did I sleep with him?!”
Naomi’s face twisted in disgust. “Ew. No. You just embarrassed yourself in a bar, got picked up by Mr. Rich and Broody, and vomited on him. Congratulations.”
Claire groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. “Kill me.”
“Oh, trust me, if you don’t explain why your phone led me here, I just might.” Naomi crossed her arms. “And what’s this about you owing dangerous people money?”
Claire squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s a long story.”
Naomi huffed. “I have time.”
Downstairs
Gordon sat on the couch, rubbing his temples.
Ryan leaned back, way too entertained.
“So… let me get this straight. You found a drunk woman in a bar, recognized her, and instead of dropping her at a hotel, you brought her here?”
Gordon shot him a glare. “She passed out before I could ask where she lived.”
Ryan smirked. “Right. And this has nothing to do with the fact that she’s your enemy’s daughter?”
Gordon’s jaw tightened. “She doesn’t remember me.”
Ryan’s smirk widened. “Ouch. That must sting.”
Gordon ignored him. His mind was already working through something else.
Claire was in trouble. Real trouble.
He saw an opportunity.
He needed a wife.
And Claire was perfect for the role.
He stood up, adjusting his cufflinks. "I'm going to make her an offer she can't refuse."
Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what exactly are you planning?”
Gordon smirked. “A contract marriage.”
Ryan whistled. “Damn. That’s cold even for you.”
Gordon ignored him and strode upstairs.
Claire had just thrown on a fresh shirt when he knocked once before stepping inside.
She looked up, still groggy. “What now?”
Gordon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “We need to talk.”
Claire frowned. “About what?”
His lips curled into a smirk.
“Your life is a mess, and I have a proposition.”
Claire's stomach twisted. "What kind of proposition?"
Gordon’s voice was smooth, deliberate.
“Marriage.”
The room fell dead silent.
Naomi blinked. “Oh, hell no.”
Claire just stared. “Come again?”
Gordon slipped his hands into his pockets. “You need money. I need a wife. It’s simple.”
Claire let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah, no. I think I would rather take my chances with the loan sharks.”
Gordon smirked. “Funny. Because ei
ther way, your life won’t be yours anymore.”
Claire’s stomach twisted.
She had no idea what kind of game Gordon was playing, but one thing was clear
This was only the beginning.
Pressure from HomeClaire sat on her bed, gripping her phone tightly as her mother’s voice filled her ear.“So, how’s the business going, sweetheart?”Her stomach twisted. She forced a smile, even though her mother couldn’t see her. “Oh, you know… busy as always.”“That’s wonderful! You’re finally making good sales?”Claire hesitated. “Y-yeah. Slowly but surely.”Her mother hummed in approval. “That’s good to hear. Your father will be so proud when he gets back.”Claire’s grip on the phone tightened. “Dad’s coming back?”“Yes, in three months. He’s expecting to see how far you’ve come. You know how he is, he'll want details. Real progress.”Claire’s mouth went dry.If her father found out she was drowning in debt, barely surviving, he would drag her back home and force her into the family business.“Claire? Are you still there?”She forced a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. That’s great. I’ll… I’ll be ready.”“Good. I know you’ll make us proud. Love you, sweetheart.”The call ended.And Claire sat
A Public SpectacleClaire should have known Gordon wouldn’t just let their engagement announcement happen quietly.She stood in front of the grand mirror in one of the endless rooms of his mansion, staring at her reflection in disbelief.The dress was breathtakingly expensive silk hugging her curves perfectly but she barely noticed.Because Gordon Hayes had just informed her that in one hour, they would be publicly announcing their engagement.And she had zero say in the matter."A Press Conference? Are You Insane?"Naomi nearly choked on air when Claire called her.“A press conference?” Naomi whisper-yelled. “Are you insane?”“What choice do I have?” Claire hissed, adjusting an earring. “Besides, it’s just a contract.”Naomi scoffed. “Oh, honey. You think you’re in control, but I know men like him. They never play fair.”Claire sighed. “I’ll be fine. It’s just two years.”She hesitated before adding, “I just found out Gordon once worked for my dad’s company.”Naomi muttered something
A Dinner Gone WrongRichard Donovan had buried his secrets for years.And now, with Claire’s engagement plastered across every news outlet, those secrets were crawling back to the surface.Victoria stared at him, pulse quickening. “Richard, what’s going on?”He exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.On the screen, a news article still glowed.‘Billionaire Gordon Hayes Announces Surprise Engagement to Claire Donovan.’Richard’s jaw tightened. “Gordon Hayes… I should have finished him off when I had the chance.”Victoria’s breath hitched. “What?”His expression darkened. “That boy wasn’t just any employee, Victoria. He was ambitious. Too ambitious. I saw it early on and knew he would be a problem.”“You fired him,” Victoria said, her voice unsteady.Richard let out a bitter chuckle. “I did more than that.” His jaw clenched. “I made sure he never got another opportunity in this country.”A chill ran through Victoria. “You blacklisted him?”Richard scoffed. “It was nece
Prince Charming Saves the Day Claire slowly opened her eyes, the bright hospital lights making her squint. Her head throbbed, and her body ached in places she didn’t even know could hurt. For a moment, she was confused.Why was she here?Then it all came rushing back.The restaurant. The crazy woman. The attack.She groaned and turned her head, only to find Gordon sitting beside her bed, legs crossed, casually scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t in a hospital room.“Look who’s finally awake,” he said, glancing at her.Claire blinked at him. “What… what happened?”Gordon smirked. “Well, my dear fiancée, the entire country is talking about how I heroically saved you from a mad woman. ‘Prince Charming rescues his bride.’”Claire frowned. “What?”He turned his phone toward her, showing her a news article. Sure enough, there was a picture of him carrying her out of the restaurant, looking like some kind of knight in shining armour. The headlines were ridiculous."Billionaire Gordon
Contract Ryan leaned back on the plush sofa in Gordon’s office, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Horses. We need horses.”Naomi, sitting across from him, folded her arms. “For what exactly?”“For the wedding, obviously.” Ryan looked at her like she had no imagination. “Picture this Claire arrives on a white horse, looking elegant and royal. Gordon waits for her at the altar, all stoic and brooding. The media will eat it up.”Naomi rolled her eyes. “Oh please, this isn’t a fairytale. It’s a contract marriage, remember?”Ryan’s smirk widened. “Exactly! And since it’s fake, we might as well make it over the top. Fireworks, doves flying in the background”Naomi grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You’re ridiculous.”Gordon, who had been half-listening while working on his laptop, finally looked up. “Horses… not a bad idea.”Naomi’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”Gordon nodded. “Let’s make it a memorable wedding.”Ryan clapped his hands together. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Wedding Day Claire stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her stomach twisted in knots.She looked… beautiful. The dress was a masterpiece of delicate lace, a flowing train, and just enough sparkle to catch the light. Naomi had made sure of that.“I still can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” Naomi muttered, standing behind her with her arms crossed.Claire sighed, adjusting the veil. “Trust me, neither can I.”Naomi narrowed her eyes. “You know it’s not too late to run.”Claire let out a dry laugh. “And do what? Go back home and face my dad’s wrath? No, thanks.”Speaking of her father… Claire’s stomach soured at the thought of him sitting proudly at the front of the church. Not because he believed in her happiness. No. He saw this wedding as a business opportunity a merger, an alliance that could pull his company back from the edge.That was the only reason he suddenly supported her decision.He thought Gordon loved her.To him, love was strong enough to break any
The Wedding NightThe reception hall was a dream, decorated with extravagant floral arrangements, golden chandeliers, and the soft hum of a live orchestra playing in the background.To everyone watching, it was the perfect fairytale wedding.To Claire, it was one big scam.She sat beside Gordon at the grand table, plastering on a sweet, loving smile every time someone approached to congratulate them. Gordon, the master of deception, played his part flawlessly, brushing a hand over hers, whispering things into her ear that made the guests swoon.If only they knew he was threatening her to smile more.“Keep grinning, darling,” Gordon murmured, his lips barely moving. “Unless you want the media to think you regret marrying me.”Claire pinched his hand under the table.Gordon simply smirked and raised his champagne glass.The first dance arrived sooner than Claire hoped.The music slowed, and a soft, romantic melody filled the hall. The guests clapped as Gordon led her to the dance floor,
The Morning After & A New BeginningThe moment Naomi’s eyes fluttered open, she froze.Oh, hell no.She wasn’t even alone.Ryan’s bare chest rose and fell beside her, his face peaceful, his lips slightly parted like he didn’t just ruin her entire life last night.Her eyes widened in horror. No. No. NO.She did not just sleep with Ryan, the most annoying man on the planet.Before she could think, she whacked his arm. Hard.“OW! What the hell?!” Ryan jolted awake, rubbing his arm.“Get out!” Naomi hissed, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. “Now!”Ryan stretched lazily, completely unbothered.“Damn, at least let me wake up first. I had a long night, you know… thanks to you.” He shot her a cocky smirk.Naomi glared. “I will murder you if you don’t leave this bed in the next three seconds.”Ryan chuckled, sitting up. “Relax, sweetheart. No need to be shy. I mean…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping, “you were pretty bold last night.”Naomi grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him
"Alright." Gordon answered. He was not an amateur when it came to washing dishes, he had washed them for a period of time, when he was in his 20s. "Allow me help you with the dishes. You already prepared dinner." Gordon muttered after a second thought, feeling considerate.Claire looked up at him with surprise, he was volunteering to help her do the dishes. He didn't have to. "You do not have to. You have been busy all day." Claire responded."Then let's do it together. I'll provide assistance while you wash." Gordon said, giving no room for objections as he headed directly into the kitchen.Claire tried to stop him, but he seemed adamant on helping, so she went inside and allowed him help her. The day ended with Gordon and Claire doing the dishes, freshening up for a bath and going to sleep. ........................."Ma'am, there are a few people downstairs wanting to see you." A maid muttered from outside Claire's door. Claire sat up on the bed when she received the news, like
"You did not ask Mira." Gordon responded. "I'm done with lunch. Unfortunately I have work, so I'll be on my way now." Gordon added and left from there. Ethan felt satisfaction from watching Mira's appearance change from happiness, to sadness and misery. He quickly followed behind Gordon not wanting to be left alone with a witch. Mira stood there as she watched Gordon leave from there. A foreign feeling creeped up her chest, hatred? Envy? Sadness?She had not felt what it was like to be sad for a while and now she could feel sadness? The man she spent all her Life waiting for, was married to someone else? This could not be happening. Definitely not under her nose right now. This could not be happening. While Mira was pondering, her assistant who had been busy in a meeting, apparently filling in for Mira, who was suppose to be there was back."Ma'am. The list of applicants for the fashion design is out." Mira hummed and nodded, she gestured her assistant and headed out with her tr
Just recently he had gotten information that she was in Paris and now, he finds her in UK like she had not been gone for a few years. The woman named Mira frowned at the time in which he used to address her. Her eyes gazed from his eyes to his body and then it stopped on his fingers briefly before landing on his face again. "Is UK off limits for me? Why are you surprised to see me here?" Mira asked, a playful grin on her lips. "Hello Miss Mira." Ethan found the perfect time to intercept and say something. Mira turned towards Ethan, who she had noticed but choose to ignore. "Hi Ethan." Mira responded, the least but excited to speak to him.Just like Richard, Ethan had been responsible for she not getting Gordon's contact on time. Blocking her from meeting him at every country they were both in at the same time. He also did things like, avoiding her, refusing to give her inside information about Gordon and all that. "I am busy. I'll have to take my leave now Mira." Gordon muttered
"I do not know if you have seen it, but have been sending proposals for a month now. Although, I have gotten no response." Richard said, hinting at the fact that his proposals were ignored on purpose by Ethan and Gordon. "I usually don't check the emails. My assistant checks them and tells me about the important and productive ones. When it's futile, he doesn't tell me about it." Gordon muttered, allocating all the blames to Ethan.In fact, Ethan had informed him of Richard's countless business proposals and he had gone through all of them but at the end of the day he found them to be unprofitable for him.Richard grit his teeth. That Ethan is proving to be a thorn in his flesh, if he kept this act up, he would soon beat him up or get him killed. "Well then. We are on the lucky side, I have sent the email directly to your personal messages. If you could go through them and give me your response, that would be good." Richard said. Gordon hummed but then he gestured towards the wall
"Mum supported me but Dad never supported me choices. He promised to never let me achieve my goals and I promised him that I would achieve them." Claire explained, nostalgia in her gaze. If there was someone she was grateful for it was her mum but eventually, her mum slowly started to become like her dad. She started complaining about everything and their relationship had fallen off too. Gordon stared at Claire without saying a word. He didn't know how to console a person. He had tried in the past but it proved futile and so he had given up. He could understand how Claire felt because sometimes in his life, he had been in her shoes as well. Claire sniffed and wiped her face with her hands before looking at Gordon with a smile. "I have gotten over it. I'm so sorry for making you watch me cry. I got over it a long time ago.""I strive to be better and work harder everyday." Claire added, cheering herself up. The atmosphere being filled with silence was something due didn't enjoy. G
"Earlier today, you mentioned you were working? What were you working on for hours?" Gordon asked, starting a conversation. At the same time, he was also curious about what work Claire could possibly had worked on all day that had kept her busy. He was aware of the fact that she ran a fashion line which had been barely established before but it had totally crumbled when she was in debt. Excitement gleamed in Claire's eyes at his question. Except Noami, no one had an interest in what she did, go she began talking excitedly forgetting about her worries and thoughts."I was busy designing a dress. Making a sketch that it. " "Remember I had worked in the fashion line previously but my business had previously declined." She muttered, her voice strained.Gordon nodded, there was nothing he didn't know about her. "I saw an opportunity online to get a job or get investments to start a new fashion business and work with big brands.""The condition is designing a unique, out of this world
"Do not call me brother in law, please. You can call me Ryan, you are just like a little sister to me." Ryan muttered, his gaze affectionate.A blush crept on Claire's face, as an only child she had never experienced what it felt like to have an older or younger sibling. She had been alone most of her life. Getting the title of a sister, made her very emotional and happy. "Thank you." Claire muttered. "Would you like anything? I'll send the maid to get them before I go back to work." Claire added, trying to be a good host. When Ryan shook his head, she nodded and turned towards Gordon who equally shook his head. He was emitting a certain coldness but Claire brushed it off. "Alright then. Bye." She waved at Ryan and he added upstairs. Claire spent the morning and noon making designs, drawing patterns. Multiple sheets of papers were squeezed and thrown all over the floor. She had refused to eat lunch till she completed her design, she had no inspiration for this dress but inspira
"If it is very urgent then please contact his secretary. Your affairs are none of my concerns and I'll keep it that way." Claire said, her hands clutching tightly onto the table. Richard's expression morphed into fiery on the other end of the phone. Although he and his did not have a good relationship, the least she could do was help him but she was doing the opposite."Claire. You have always been a stubborn child right from child hood, you may be upset with me and refusing to cooperate but I really need to speak to your husband.""It is quite urgent. Be a sweet girl for daddy and do as daddy says." Richard added, biting on his lips and hoping Claire would not say no. Claire said helplessly, she had promised herself that the affairs between her dad and husband would be none of her business. She knew her dad would make use of the fact that she was married to Gordon to try and get something from him. She really did not want to put him under pressure. "No Dad.""You only call me you
Naomi's frowned deepened at the endearment. She was not a fan of endearments, yet he kept trying to provoke her by calling her different names. "Fuck off." Naomi muttered.She continued walking without looking back at Ryan.Ryan laughed, finding Naomi's words cute and funny. "Give me a minute, I really just want to talk to you." He said, his voice holding a bit of pleading to it. Naomi stop walking at his words. She stepped back a bit, turned to face him with her hands crossed around her chest. "Speak fast. I have somewhere to get to.""That was not the case when I saw you relaxing on the chair." Ryan teased. Naomi's eyes blazed in response to his words but she ignored him and refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting to his words. "What are you doing here? Are you by chance stalking me?" Naomi muttered, her gaze running from the top of his head to his toes. Ryan was wearing a three piece suit, the kinds that were wore when there was an important meeting to be attended to