Claire Walker alighted the cab and she stared at the gigantic mansion before her. She thought to herself if she could ever live in a place as big in her life. But she just smiled, walking past the men in black suits who guarded certain angles of the mansion. She arrived at the door and rang the doorbell.
She waited a while before the door opened, revealing a maid.
" Miss Claire. Do come in. " The woman said, paving way for her and Claire stepped in. She halted when they arrived at the large living room.
" Miss Josie is waiting for you in her room. " The maid said.
" Thanks. " Claire murmured and the lady turned her back towards her, strolling into the kitchen.
Claire ascended the long stairs and when she arrived at the hallway, she started across the alley, walking past numerous rooms. She finally halted at a door and she placed a gentle knock on it.
" Who is it? " A feminine voice inquired.
" It's Claire, Miss Arrington. " Claire answered, pressing her ear to the door to listen for a response but nothing but silence met her and suddenly, the door opened, revealing a young, beautiful woman who smiled.
" Claire. Please come in. " The woman said and Claire walked into the room.
" How are you? " The woman asked, shutting the door.
" I am fine, miss. " Claire replied.
" I always tell you it's Josie. " The woman said and Claire bites her lip.
" Anyways. I have been waiting. What took you so long? " Josie asked, walking to the mirror and sitting on the chair.
" I am sorry miss-. "
" Josie. " Claire quickly corrected herself.
Josie smiled, picking up the comb on the table as she passed it to Claire who immediately received it as she began to comb Josie's hair.
Claire stared into the mirror, watching Josie whose eyes were closed and she felt as if she was staring at a fine replica of herself.
It's funny enough how her employer, Josie Arrington shared so much resemblance with her, yet they weren't related.
" I noticed the house was silent. Are your parents not around? " Claire asked.
" No. They won't be back until tomorrow. " Josie responded and Claire nodded.
" Claire? " Josie called.
" Yes? " Claire responded as Josie snapped her eyes open.
" Do you ever wonder why we look so much alike? " Josie questioned and Claire moved her mouth to talk but she was lost for words as the question was pretty unexpected.
Yes, she had thought about it. But the only thing Claire frequently wondered of is if she will ever get to live such a luxurious and wealthy life like Josie's just because they looked so much alike.
" Yes. I have but I really don't think there is any significant reason. " Claire finally responded.
" I think there is. " Josie said.
" You do? "
" Yes. " Josie responded.
" I don't know what it is but I just know there is a reason. " Josie said and Claire said nothing, dropping the comb when she finished.
" I should get to my duties. " She added and Josie nodded, walking out of the room.
She began to clean each room in the house, except for Mr and Mrs Arrington's. For some reasons best known to them, they didn't like her as much as Josie does and Claire wondered if it was because she shared the same looks with their daughter, yet she was nothing but an orphan.
It was until late afternoon before Claire finally finished with her chores and she returned to Josie's room.
" I just wanted to inform you that I am leaving. " Claire said and Josie raised her gaze from her laptop which she was working on.
" Oh… wait. " Josie said, standing up and she moved to the wardrobe. She brought out an onion coloured gown.
" What do you think? " Josie asked, showing the dress to Claire.
" I think it's very beautiful. " Claire responded.
" And I am sure it would look very amazing on you. " Josie said.
" What do you mean? " Claire questioned, her brows raised in confusion.
" You are aware I am getting married in two days, right? "
" Yes. " Claire responded.
" Well, I want you… to be my bridesmaid. " Josie said.
" What? No. I… I can't. " Claire said.
" You can. I can think of anyone else to ask. " Josie said and Claire stared at the dress, tongue-tied.
" I can't accept this. It must cost a lot. "
" Yes. It does and I want you to wear it to my wedding as my bridesmaid. "
" But what about your parents? I don't think they would entertain the idea of a commoner like me attending such an important business. "
" I can handle my parents. And you are not a commoner. You are my friend. So the question is… will you be my bridesmaid? " Josie asked and Claire inhaled sharply.
" I will be happy to. " Claire said and Josie smiled, wrapping up the dress and she put it in a bag.
" Here. " She said, advancing it to Claire who slowly received it.
" Thank you so much. " Claire mumbled.
" No, thank you. " Josie said.
" I should get going now. "
" Right. You take care. " Josie said.
" And you too. " Claire said and she left the room and exited the mansion.
She boarded a cab and it soon pulled over at a house.
Claire paid the cab man and alighted the car, shutting the door.
She walked to the door and opened it, stepping in. She moved to the living room and heard footsteps. Claire raised her gaze to see her younger brother juggling down the stairs.
" Hey, Cole. " Claire said, dropping her bag on the table.
" Did you get something? I am starving. " Cole said, peeking into the bag and his brows narrowed when he saw the dress.
" Don't touch that. " Claire said and Cole withdrew his hand.
" Where did you get this? " He asked but Claire ignored him, walking into the kitchen.
She moved to the fridge and opened it but there was nothing in it except for two apples, a cereal and a pack of pasta.
Claire closed it back and she went to the living room.
" You are not going to tell me how you got that dress? It looks expensive. " Cole said.
" It is. " Claire mumbled, grabbing the bag.
" There are two apples and a cereal in the kitchen, Cole. You can eat that now and microwave the past for dinner. " Claire said.
" What about you? " Cole asked.
" Don't worry about me. I have to leave soon. I am going to take a shower. " Claire said, going up the stairs.
She arrived at her room and dropped the bag on the table as she immediately went to the bathroom. In no time, Claire was done and she got dressed in jeans and a top. She grabbed her bag and phone, exiting the room.
" Cole, I am leaving. " Claire called from the living room.
" Stay indoors and lock the door. Don't open the door for anyone. " She added.
" Yeah. I know. I am not a kid. " Cole said, walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal.
" Yes, you are. You are only 12. " Claire said and he frowned.
Claire smiled as she walked to him.
" Take care. Bye. " She said, kissing his forehead and she ruffled his hair.
" Stop doing that! " Cole said and Claire chuckled, exiting the house.
She hailed a cab and it soon pulled over at a bar.
Well, yes. She has two jobs. She was a cleaner by the day and a bartender by night.
Claire moved across the people and she went to the counter. She sighted a guy coming her way and she immediately turned her back to him.
" I see you already, Claire. " The voice said and she bit her lower lip.
Claire turned on her heel to see the one man so she much detests and it was no other than the famous and rich Mason Rogers. He smirked, leaning a hand on the counter.
" Are you avoiding me? " Mason asked.
" What do you want? " Claire asked, ignoring his question.
" Well, you know. The usual. Bring it over to my table. " He said, walking away and Claire glared at his back.
She sighed, picking out a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup. She placed it on a tray and walked over to his table.
Claire leaned down, placing the drink and glass cup on the table and she turned to leave.
" Hey. Hey. Why are you in such haste? " Mason asked and Claire turned to him.
" You haven't poured my drink yet. " He added and Claire sighed, dropping the tray.
She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and opened it. Claire decanted some of the liquid in the glass cup and she dropped the bottle.
" Satisfied? " She asked.
" Why don't you sit with me for a while, huh? "
" I am working. " Claire said.
" I am sure your boss wouldn't mind. "
" Because you are rich? "
" Yes. And I can take care of you. You won't have to work in this place. Just sit down and let's have a drink. You and me. " Mason said.
" I don't need you taking care of me. I can do that myself. Now if you will excuse me, I have to return to my work. " Claire said, grabbing the tray and she turned to leave.
" You can keep playing hard to get but you will come around just like the rest because you are all the same. All nothing but a fucking whore. " Mason said and Claire halted abruptly on her tracks and she turned to him.
" What did you just call me? " Claire snapped, her eyes blaring in anger.
" Oh, you heard me. " He said and Claire scoffed.
" I bet you just go about calling every other woman who refuses to sleep with you a whore, isn't it? "
" No. No one refuses me. And that's what so fucking annoying. "
" Oh, yeah? Did that hurt your ego? How about this? " Claire asked and she grabbed the glass cup of whiskey, splashing it all over his face.
" What the fuck!? " Mason yelled, standing to his feet and he fluttered his eye lids rapidly, staring surprisingly at Claire who stared back at him with no ounce of remorse.
And everyone around watched in nothing but shock.
" Claire! " A voice snapped and she turned to see her boss.
" What the hell did you just do?! " The man yelled, moving closer to the scene.
" I just taught an asshole a lesson! " Claire said, turning to Mason who scoffed unbelievably at her remark.
" And before you fire me… " She paused, turning her gaze to her boss.
" I quit! " Claire blurted out, slamming the glass cup on the table as she walked away.
Claire grabbed her bag and walked out of the bar, having people stare in bewilderment at her.
She hailed a cab and in no time, she arrived home.
Claire gently shut the door to the house and she walked up the stairs. She gently opened the door to her brother's room and she saw him fast asleep.
Claire pulled a smile and she closed the door. She walked to her room and moved her feet to the bed.
She picked up the frame on the table and stared at the middle aged man and woman in.
Why did you guys have to leave so soon? Claire asked, tears gathering up her eyes.
She sniffed, lying face up on the bed. She shut her eyes, pressing the frame to her chest and soon Claire drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Claire was up and dressed for work at the Arrington's.Claire joggled down the stairs to meet Cole already dressed up for school. " Here. Take this. " She said, advancing some dollars to him and Cole received it. " You got back earlier than before last night. " Cole said." Huh? " " I heard you come in. It wasn't even 10pm yet. What happened? " Cole asked and Claire bit her lip. " It's nothing. " She said. " Come on. You don't want to get to school late. " Claire said and Cole sighed. " Why am I asking? You never tell me anything anyways. " He said, walking out of the house. Claire sighed, following and she locked the door. She hailed a cab and dropped her brother off. Then she headed to her work place. Claire alighted the cab and exhaled softly staring at the mansion. She felt each day she looked at it. It just seemed much more beautiful and bigger. She looked around and noticed none of the guards were around. She walked to the door and rang the doorbell. She w
Jason stepped into a room and he locked the door behind. He turned to Claire who was tied to a chair with a sellotape pressed to her mouthClaire stared at Mr Arrington and she watched him grab a bottle of whiskey, decanting it into a glass cup.He drank the content in one gulp and exhaled. " Claire Walker. " Jason muttered, leaning against the table." You know I never could understand what my daughter saw in you. But you just might be useful after all. " Jason said. He walked towards her and he peeled off the sellotape from her mouth. " Please… I didn't do anything to your daughter. I swear. " Claire cried. " Oh, I know. My daughter committed suicide, Claire. Of course you have nothing to do with it. " Jason said." I have a proposition for you. As you know, my daughter was supposed to get married in two days. " " Yes." Claire whispered. " I was supposed to be her bridesmaid. " She added, gazing down as tears slipped her cheek." What do you think about being the bride instead?
Claire stared into the mirror, watching the maids make her up.It's finally the day of her wedding–Josie's wedding. Since the past two days, Claire's life has changed drastically. All her life, she has always wished to live in a mansion. Wear nice, expensive clothes, Bath in a tub, walk in nice shoes to nice places. Live a luxurious life. And somehow in the blink of an eye. She has all of that. And hell, she was now about to get married to one of the most successful and young business men in Washington.But none of the changes in her life made Claire happy. Not the clothes, not even the title as the CEO of a huge company. Cause this wasn't how she wished for these things to happen. She wanted to achieve these things by herself and make herself and her younger brother happy. She never wanted to live a lie and that was exactly what she was doing now. The thought of it all alone brought tears to Claire's eyes and she blinked them back.A knock came on the door and the door opened, rev
Panic was written all over Claire’s face as she kept staring at him, at a loss of words. Knowing the kind of person Mason was, Claire knew that she was in big trouble. Quickly, Claire grabbed her gown and walked away. Unfortunately, Mason went after Claire. “Hey, stop, I need to talk to you,” Mason whispered in Claire’s ears when he was close enough to her.“There’s nothing to talk about so stop following me,” Claire replied, unwillingly to give Mason an audience and without stopping.“I'm sorry, pardon my bad manners, It's just that you seemed quite familiar to me. I'm Mason, a close friend of Ryan and a family friend of the Golds,” said Mason, extending his hand to Claire for a handshake.Claire looked down at Mason’s hands, and then back at him, trying her best to hide her hate towards him. Eventually, she decided it would be suspicious to not take the handshake on a first meeting with him so she took his handshake and shook him firmly.“I'm Josie, it's nice to meet you,” Claire
Ryan looked at Bethany, surprised by her suggestion. Ryan had known Bethany for a while and had never seen her dance so it was shocking when she suggested they do so.Unsure of Bethsny’s dancing skills and unwillingness to engage in any activity that would make him look less cool, Ryan decided to ask for clarity on what he heard her ask before he gave her a reply.“Did you just ask for a dance?” Ryan asked.“Yes, I did. Is there anything wrong with that?” Bethany replied. Ryan paused, he had heard correctly so he had to give her a reply now. Ryan could turn her down if he wanted but he felt it would be good if the groom and bride were dancing with different people so he decided to accept her request.“You sure you're up to it? I'm a really good dancer?” said Ryan taking Bethany’s hand and standing up.“Oh. Show me then,” Bethany replied.“My pleasure, try to keep up,” said Ryan.They went to the dancefloor and Claire couldn't believe what she was seeing. The same girl she had danced
Claire couldn't believe her ears. These guys were unbelievable, they were willing to lose such an amount on just an ordinary dance.It was bizarre even for people of such caliber so she was taken aback by Ryan’s response. If this was how they spent carelessly, Claire began to wonder how exactly rich people stayed rich.“No, that wouldn't get enough people interested. I say we go bigger, let’s do five hundred thousand instead,” Ryan replied.Mason smiled mischievously again and Claire wondered why. To him, It seemed he was going to win.However, Claire was getting tired and wasn't sure how long she would last if she continued dancing at such a high level.“I accept your challenge. However, I'm bored of this song. Ask the DJ to change it, and also set up everything before we dance. You're trending so we should get the minimum required number of viewers within seconds,” Mason said.“On it, said Ryan,” walking away to where the DJ was and explaining everything to him. The DJ was surprised
Claire felt nervous sitting beside Ryan in the backseat. She didn't know the kind of person he was. Even though their wedding was arranged, she thought he was still going to demand sex.It wouldn't be out of place if he demanded it anyway. After all, it was their wedding night, and it was clear she had no choice but to accept.The driver was driving very fast, and their bodies brushed each other several times, making her shiver. It was like he would grab her any moment from now, and the stench of beer on him wasn't helping matters.Earlier, Mason and she had won the dance, and Ryan hadn't been pleased about it. After Ryan lost, he whispered in Claire’s ear that a woman is supposed to help her husband and not bring him down.Claire had been terrified and unable to utter a word when he began to laugh suddenly. Still, she couldn't tell whether he was offended or not.Many rumors had been spread about Ryan, and the entire city knew he didn't value women. Today, she was beginning a new lif
Claire woke up the next morning in a mansion. Although she had experienced wealth at its highest level in the last few days, once she opened my eyes that morning and saw the mansion in broad daylight, It was like she had gotten an immediate superior awareness.The mansion epitomized beauty, showing the inhabitants lived the best possible life. The bed alone was half the size of her former apartment, and the guest room given to her was bigger than the entirety of it.The walls were decorated with fine furniture, which probably cost thousands. Claire stood up to observe the rest of the room, and she wondered why the room needed a wardrobe when it was built with the idea of accommodating guests.Most people moving in would probably have their luggage with them, which was supposed to be more than enough.If this was a room meant for the guests that came to this house, Claire found herself wondering how large the size of the family members would be.This was a bit much for just about anyon
Come on!” Mason growled as he slammed into the lady from the back repeatedly while she moaned. “Yes, baby,” she screamed in response. Mason was in a hotel room and having fun with another one of his many chicks when his phone rang.At first, Mason ignored the call, but when it persisted, he decided to check it out. Mason put the lady on him to ride him herself and checked the phone.It was a call from the person he had hired to find out as much as she could about Josie, and it seemed that he now had an update for him. Mason reluctantly shifted the woman off him, and he went to the verandah to answer the call as he never let anyone listen to his conversations, no matter how close they were to him.“Hello, this better be good. You're interrupting my fun time, and I don't like this,” Mason said arrogantly.“Well, if you want, I could always call back when you are done with your trysts,” the man replied, unwilling to accept any nonsense from him.Mason was not happy about this, and he
The laughter filled the room as she and the old lady discussed extensively. It was not a short discussion, resulting from her trying to be as lovely and caring as possible.One thing led to another, and they began discussing the Television shows she enjoyed watching in Josie’s house.It was not surprising that they had access to the same kind of movies, but it was shocking that the staff of the Gold’s could manage to find enough time to watch a movie.Knowing a little about Ryan and about how the workers feared him, it was shocking that they had the guts to dare to use their working hours for some fun.Although she had clarified that she got some favors over the others, it was still hard to imagine that Ryan would let such a thing go on under his roof.Nevertheless, the woman knew more about the movie than Claire herself, and it hurt her to know that.Josie had been the one to fall in love with the movie at first, and it was because of her that Claire had even gotten to find out about
After a long ride, they got to the restaurant, and both got out. It was a restaurant known for privacy, so there was no risk of getting the information out to the public and being in the media's crosshairs.It was a safe restaurant used by the rich for their affairs, and it was known to keep whatever happened in it a secret.Sitting across from Bethany made Ryan feel different. It made him feel a different kind of peace. Although he did not like her and had no interest in her, It was nice to stay with someone he considered a friend in a nice restaurant like that one.Bethany was beaming with smiles and forcing him to do the same. Mason had advised him to go for dinner with Bethany as he felt he needed the female company of a person who wanted him.Ryan had been stubborn to accept this Idea, but in the end, he had been forced to eventually go for it as he realized that it was useless being tough and all.Although he was married, it was not the kind of marriage anyone would want or hope
Claire held her breath and signed out of exhaustion. She knew she had no other choice but to carry out the task.After all, her brother's life was on stage here. He had already given her an ultimatum through a messageClaire now had limited time to get what he needed across to him. It was wild how demanding he was of her, but knowing fully what he had achieved, she had decided she would do it as he pleased.The earlier she could get her brother out of the crosshairs of a madman like Josie’s father, the better for herself and him.Claire took a deep breath; she was just about to get out of bed and try to get the picture of the document when she heard a faint knock on the door.Immediately, she panicked and asked who it was. A frail voice replied, and she saw that it was his,, the head of the household domestic servants.Claire was relieved and asked her to come in. The door opened, and the woman wished in with a food tray.It was just then that Claire realized that she hadn't taken any
“Yeah, but don't be so proud of yourself; you weren't great in the game either. After all, if not for the large sums of money you had access to, we both know you wouldn't have as many girls as you did at the time,” Ryan responded.Mason laughed, and so did Ryan. The point was simple. Although it was the truth, no one cared. As long as he managed to get the girls he wanted to do what he wanted, nothing else mastered a man like Mason.A few girls claimed to love him genuinely, but Mason never took any of them seriously as he felt they were only lying and wanted to keep him all to themselves.It was one of the disadvantages of that lifestyle and, ultimately, why Ryan stopped. It was because no matter how sincere the girl might look, there was always the risk that she was after you for the gold.Ryan’s reputation did not help, so it was the same in my adult years. Eventually, he returned to that lifestyle when I saw that the few girls he tried out disappointed himAnd then, when he couldn
Ryan was not happy about this because he felt his pride was slightly damaged, but he took it in as Mason was a perfect friend of his and he was also an essential personality, and asides from all that, he was also here to see him and keep him company.“Welcome, man, have your seat,” Ryan said.“Thanks, Buddy,” Mason replied.“So, how has it been?” Ryan asked when they had both sat down.Mason sighed and took off his suit in his usual fashion. Mason wore a suit every day, and yet he was never ready to keep it on.As soon as he got the chance to get the suit off, he would always take it off without hesitation. It was his ritual, and naturally, Ryan was already used to it by now.“It's been a wild man. Last week, I met a mad lady by the name of Rebecca. She is everything young in a lady and more. Rebecca is so hot and crazy in the bedroom,” Mason said, causing the two to laugh.Ryan smiled and shook his head; only Mason would feel that was an appropriate answer.Mason was always praising
“Calm down, why are you yelling? I'm the one who should be angry here, and I'm not even angry, but still, you're feeling tense. Is there a reason why you are acting up?” I asked.“No, I'm okay. I don't even know what you are talking about. I don't feel tense or bad,” he replied; there was anger in his voice, and she could hear it.“You need to calm down. I don't know what you're going through, but you have to stay strong. You can't lose yourself for any reason. If you do, what will become of you when you regain freedom?” Claire asked, trying to be subtle with him.It was not who she wanted to be. She was too far away from him to make him hate her when it was unnecessary.It was one thing to lose access to him and another to lose her love in his eyes when she looked into them, and she hoped she would.“I don't know. I'm sorry, I guess,” he replied dryly.“Do you know you're being bad right now, “ Claire asked angrily.“That's enough. If you have any other thing to say to him, then you
Knowing the kind of man that he was, Claire knew he could want that, and with his last reply, she had already established the fact that he had a motive against their family.So many questions began going through her my. Why was he after the Golds? Was it for wealth or satisfaction?The idea that a family who was not as powerful as the Golds was trying to play rocks with them amazed her.It made her wonder why Josie was sent to marry Ruan in the first place if it was for a motive, and she was curious as to whether Josie was aware of the evil plan he was preparing or not. It wasn't too far-fetched to think such a thing. After all, she had been suicidal for a reason, as a forced marriage didn't even seem enough to be a reason anymore.“This is getting far more serious than I thought. Are you sure no cameras are waiting to get me in trouble the moment I get into that room?” Claire asked.“That's a good question. Let your mind be at rest; I made sure I took care of everything beforehand s
Josie could not believe her ears; it was not that he said that he had not called because of her brother that bothered him; it was the fact that he was trying to send her on an errand after all that she had already done for him.These wealthy people could not have enough; they were never satisfied no matter what they made you sacrifice for them.“I can't believe you're asking me something like this. After all, I have done, it still isn't enough for you. Tell me something; if you did not want to tell me about this mission, would you have called to tell me about my brother's bruise?” Claire asked, knowing the answer to that question.“You see, I'm a businessman. If you know earned anything about business with that degree, you acquired as pathetic or was. If you at least paid attention to classes, you would know that customers love to return to their manufacturers for more when the deal is good. In that sense, I can not leave you alone in peace as you crave. Do not expect or hope for it;