Claire walked into the Coskun building with her chin up. She was feeling well again and it was time to get back to work. After all, what was she supposed to do at home all day other than feel annoyed and make her think about things.
Yes, last night she had met the family of the man her mother had chosen and Abigail was right, the man her mother wanted to match her with was indeed handsome and even had a good temperament. He was polite and approachable. And his parents also seemed very polite. So, in conclusion, Claire would probably try and obey her mother's orders even if she did so half-heartedly. Claire took the elevator and came out on the floor she was supposed to be on. The office was still quiet when she arrived as there were still fifteen minutes until the start time. She sat down in her cubicle, putting her bag in its usual place. When she saw the mug that she hadn't used in days, she was tempted to brew some coffee but then decided against it. No, she was still recovering, so she had to maintain her diet. Even if she doesn't do it perfectly. Claire turned on her computer, preparing to start a busy day after days away from it. "Are you well?" Bella, who had just arrived, greeted Claire with a worried look. "Your face still looks pale, Claire. Are you sure it's okay to work? Why don't you use your leave?" She asked successively. Claire only responded by lifting the corner of her mouth and nodding. "How about dinner last night? Did everything go well?" Bella asked curiously. Last night, after work Bella was going to visit Claire at her house but Bella was informed that Claire returned to her mother's house to attend a family dinner and told her about the arranged marriage plan that had been arranged by her mother briefly. "Smoothly. He's a kind and polite man." Claire answered honestly. "Then, your relationship with..." Bella was about to mention a name, but before it came out of her mouth, the figure was seen walking through their room. Claire also looked in the same direction but instead of feeling longing, she felt anger stabbing her. Seeing Antony who walked with straight steps without once turning his gaze towards her made her hurt. So, did their story end here? What that man said before, the sweet deeds he did, were all just talk? That man had already declared his withdrawal before even knowing what and who his opponent was. "Who am I in a relationship with?" Claire asked curtly. She looked at Bella with a sharp gaze that instantly made Bella shut her mouth. "Is there any work I haven't finished?" Claire tried to turn her attention back to work. "All your work has already been handled by us. So there's not too much for you to do." Bella said again. Shortly after, some employees of their division came in and asked how she was doing. "You should treat me to a meal since I got some of your work done." Her teammate said teasingly. "What do you want? Steak? Pasta? Which restaurant?" Claire challenged, which was answered by her friend's laughter. Time passed as if nothing had happened. Claire went to lunch with Bella and she tried to leave the office earlier than her bosses. In her remaining free time, Claire tries to reexamine her relationship with Antony. How quickly she was made to fall in love and how quickly her heart was broken by Antony. Really, Claire felt that she was very unlucky. Or was this exactly what Antony had planned from the start? He was just challenging her, and after last night, he felt victorious because he knew she was willing to bend the knee before him. Yes, Claire now looks like nothing more than a slut. But luckily, she hasn't yet given herself to Antony. It was already five minutes to ten. Claire quickly put her things into the bag. She quickly printed out something from her printer, signed it and then folded it quickly. Before the end of her working hours, she was already walking towards her boss's room. "Come in." Shelly ordered from inside. "Yes, Claire?" the woman asked in surprise. "I'd like to hand this over." Claire said as she handed the folded letter to her superior. "What is this?" asked Shelly in shock. She opened the letter and gasped when she saw what it contained. "Why?" she asked, looking at Claire in surprise. "I just want to rest." Claire replied softly. "But you can apply for a leave of absence, Claire. why would you have to resign?" Shelly asked, not understanding. Claire only raised the corner of her mouth. "I plan to be a housewife after I get married, so there's no difference in doing this today or later." Claire answered as she was. She was not lying. In fact, if her mother forced her to marry the man of her choice in the near future then surely Claire would have to come to the city where her husband lived? "You want to get married? To whom?" Shelly asked again, surprised. "Someone." Her answer was ambiguous. "I'll send you a special invitation later." Claire replied again. "I will only work until today. I can't work until my replacement is in place. As for the fine, I will pay it." Claire said firmly. Shelly could only look at Claire silently. "I will discuss this with the HR department. You should rethink your resignation." she coaxed again. But Claire had already thought about it very well. She wanted to end it all. She didn't want to see Antony at all costs. She wanted to stay away. If possible, she wanted to disappear. But he kept it all in his head. She didn't want to mention it to Shelly or anyone else. Saying it would only embarrass herself. "I can only say thank you for all the opportunities you have given me." She said earnestly. "I'll take my leave, ma'am." Claire said again as she retreated. Shelly could only nod her head. Claire returned to her cubicle only to turn off her computer and take her bag. Bella, who had also finished her work, seemed to be waiting for her to leave the office together. "You brought a car?" Bella asked curiously. Claire shook her head. "I'll take a taxi." She replied as she walked out of her cubicle towards the elevator. "After work, where are you going?" Bella asked again, curious. "Do you want to have dinner together?" she asked again. Claire shook her head. "I have no appetite." She said flatly. "Did you bring a car?" He asked back. Bella nodded her head. "How about hanging out?" She invited. "Hanging out? Where?" asked Bella enthusiastically. "Anywhere, I'm just too lazy to go home." Claire replied just as the elevator doors opened. "Why, are you fighting with your mom again? Or with gladwin?" Claire chuckled at that. She forgot that Bella had been her best friend. "Both." Claire replied with a chuckle. "Alright, I understand." Bella said with her head nodding like a doll. They walked to the parking lot where Bella's car was. "The online taxi is ready to take Miss Hampton wherever you want to go." She said in an exaggerated style. Claire could only laugh as she fastened her seatbelt. "Next Saturday." That remark made Claire only look at her mother and sister with a pitiable look. "Yes, next Saturday. Tomorrow my wife, children and I will return to our city. Next Friday we'll come here with the rest of the family to propose to Claire. "Mom, but it's too fast." Claire whispered, more like a whimper. "Too fast what do you mean? You're more than old enough to get married Claire, stop making excuses." Julie hissed sharply. Claire looked at her two older brothers who were ignoring her. "We will prepare everything, Sir. You just need to tell us how many families are coming. So that we can prepare everything better." Mrs. Julie answered in the affirmative. "You can rest easy, ma'am. We won't be bringing many people. We will only bring fifteen people at most." Mr. Grint said again. Julie nodded her head enthusiastically. Unlike Claire who could only squeeze her fingers anxiously. The memory simply entered his mind. One week, that was all the time she had left. In the end, she would be bound to the man she didn't love. Or maybe she didn't love him yet. Without Bella knowing, Claire wiped away her tears that had fallen and were swept away by the afternoon breeze.Antony was quite surprised that afternoon when suddenly his finance manager walked into his room and asked for a waiver of the penalty fee for leaving one of his employees without prior notice."She has done a lot for our company, sir. I'm just asking for leniency on the penalty for the offense she committed." Shelly said straight to the point."Who resigned? What was the reason?" Antony asked inquisitively."Miss Hampton. The reason is health." Shelly said which was more like a thunderbolt in Antony's ears."Claire?" he asked incredulously. Shelly instantly nodded her head. "She resigned? Today?" he asked again. Shelly nodded her head again. "Where is she?" Antony asked as he got up and looked for her."She went home a while ago, sir." Shelly said again.Antony looked back at Shelly with his piercing gaze. He wanted to be angry at the woman who was older than him. But Antony knew that it wasn't his fault because Claire's resignation was entirely Antony's fault."Alright, you can go."
Antony glanced at the clock on his wrist again. It was already eleven o'clock at night, but there was no sign of Claire's return.He reached for his cell phone again and tried to call Claire again. Unfortunately, if before, he dialed Claire's number and got a connection tone, now, his phone was directly connected to the operator."Damn it!" he growled in annoyance.Now where should he look for Claire at this late hour? Could she be staying at Richard's house? Maybe when Antony called Claire was still on her way home and now the girl must have arrived.Antony wanted to get back in touch with her sister, but he realized it wasn't the right time so he decided to call it quits.Antony banged his forehead on the steering wheel, hoping that it would suddenly refresh his brain and give him a brilliant idea. But it was clear his actions were futile.With mixed feelings, Antony finally started the engine of the car and drove home. Maybe Claire was angry with him today-not likely, but she defin
Claire enjoyed the cool mountain air in the morning with a cup of coffee in her hand. She felt like she was filming a commercial this morning—the beautiful natural scenery, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, and her relaxed stance, one hand resting on the terrace railing of her room.Yes, after successfully getting away from Antony, Claire had asked the taxi driver to be her personal driver until she reached her destination. First, she asked the driver to stop by a clothing store that sold complete outfits, including undergarments. Then, she asked him to take her to a 24-hour convenience store to buy some food. Finally, she requested that the driver take her to a lodge she had found online.And now, here she was, spending the night—and possibly a few more—in a camping-themed lodge, having chosen a luxury room, tempted by the offer of a hot water Jacuzzi.Since last night, Claire had switched her phone to airplane mode, making it impossible to receive any messages or calls, and she
Antony was in a panic. The fitting session that he should have been excited about was now souring his mood. After trying to contact Claire's family, Antony hadn't received any good news. None of Claire's relatives, including Gladwin, knew where she had gone."Aren't you worried about her?" Antony asked Gladwin over the phone as he drove to the boutique his parents had chosen for him.Fortunately, he was driving alone, as his parents and Flavia were in the Altezza, while Gian was driving his own family's car."She was in good health when she left, so I'm not too worried," Gladwin replied casually. "Besides, she's a grown woman—she knows what she's doing. So, yeah..." Claire's twin continued, his tone ambiguous."What if something happens to her on the way?" Antony asked, clearly anxious.Silence. Antony assumed Gladwin might be considering or imagining the worst that could happen to his twin, but then Gladwin replied calmly, "What's the worst that could happen to her? Even if I reporte
"Aren't you going back to the city?" Gladwin asked as they enjoyed lunch on the porch of Claire's rented room."Why?" Claire replied flatly."Aren't you bothered by how much money you're spending every night on this room?" her twin asked, mouth full. Claire just shrugged in response. "I know you're loaded, but that doesn't mean you should waste your money like this. Instead of spending it on lodging, why not donate some to your poor, struggling student of a brother?" he said, grinning.Claire raised an eyebrow, looking at Gladwin with a mocking gaze. "Don't forget your share of the inheritance is way bigger than mine," she replied, making Gladwin laugh.After lunch, Claire finally decided to check out. Gladwin, who had driven over in his own car, tempted his twin with a brief trip to a strawberry-picking farm. Naturally, Claire was thrilled at the idea.It was late afternoon by the time they reached Gladwin's private residence—an apartment in the heart of the city, quite a distance fr
"I guess I should go," Gladwin joked to his twin. He quickly grabbed the car keys and his wallet before stepping out of his own apartment. "You two need to make up; stop pulling each other's hair like alley cats," he added before really leaving the two lovebirds.Antony walked in just as Gladwin left the apartment, while Claire stood frozen in place. "How could you...?" the girl asked, confused.Antony shrugged. "Gladwin seems suspicious," he said flatly. He took off his jacket and carelessly tossed it on the bar table before walking over to Claire. "As a twin told that her sister is missing, she's acting way too calm and relaxed. Unlike Richard, who is the complete opposite, though he also said that Gladwin definitely knows you're gone," Antony said as he moved closer to Claire.The girl then sank onto the sofa, tilting her head back to look at Antony, who was staring back at her."Then I thought of something," the man said with a grin on his face. "I asked someone to follow Gladwin
"So, you're going back to the office this Monday, right?" Antony coaxed, gazing intently at Claire. Claire shook her head in response. "Why?" he asked, confused."I don't want to be ignored anymore," Claire said in a whiny tone.Instantly, Antony tensed up. "Honey, you know that's not true. Didn't I just tell you that I didn't mean to ignore you?" he replied.Claire chuckled. She cupped Antony's face with both hands, which still bore a pouty expression. Deliberately, she pressed his cheeks together, causing his lips to pucker out, making Claire laugh even more."Besides, if you resign like that, you'll have to pay a penalty. Don't you care about your money?" Antony continued to try to persuade her, but Claire pulled her hands away and shrugged indifferently."I just need to pay it; it won't be that much," she said flatly. "Besides, what's the point of having a boyfriend who owns the company if I still have to pay the penalty with my own money?""What will you do after you quit? Don't
Claire turned her phone back on after Antony left, and, of course, she wasn't surprised to see numerous missed calls and messages from her mother's number.Antony had reminded her that until their engagement day arrived, they had to act as if Claire was still on good terms with the man her mother had chosen, even though Claire didn't actually have any contact with him. Both Gladwin and Antony even requested that Claire act enthusiastically about her engagement with Joshua Grint. Crafty as ever, Antony had even asked Claire to change his name to Joshua, so it wouldn't seem suspicious.After replying to her mother's messages, Claire immediately turned her phone back off. She'd promised her mother she would come over tomorrow afternoon to help prepare the dress they'd be wearing for the engagement next Saturday.And now, here she was. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself to lie to her mother—the woman who had given birth to her and raised her."Well, you finally showed up. Where hav
The two teenagers turned their heads simultaneously towards the aisle as they saw an ominous aura spread around them. Moreover, people were now looking in the same direction. Where the woman Flavia and Abigail had not expected to see had just appeared."Why is that woman there?" Abigail whispered to her best friend.Flavia who had been engrossed in her digital camera and taking pictures was now holding it languidly. "I don't know." She replied innocently. She looked back at the photo produced by her hand, choosing to ignore Abigail and her suspicions."Shall we go closer to them?" Abigail asked in a challenged tone.Flavia raised her head again and looked at her best friend with a furrowed brow. As Abigail started to take a step, Flavia held her back by holding Abigail's arm tightly and shaking her head."No, Abby." She said.Instead, she pulled her best friend's hand to walk away from the reception room and left the hall by walking in the hotel's garden area to take some photos as a
"Full?" asked Claire with a furrowed brow.Antony deliberately re-emphasized his lower body so that Claire was wide-eyed. "You know what I mean, right?" Antony whispered in the girl's ear that inevitably made Claire shudder in horror.The man's lips teased her, starting to caress the side of her face so that she unconsciously looked up and gave him the opportunity to explore the slender recesses of her neck."Can I ask for my rights now?" he asked in a pleading tone.Claire shook her head."Why again now?" Antony asked in a whining tone."Your body stinks," Claire said as she wrinkled her nose. "Go take a shower." She ordered as she turned Antony around and pushed him into her room until he reached her bathroom.Antony wanted to resist, but seeing his wife's glare, he finally went in.What's wrong with his wife. Why is it so hard to conquer her? Instead of spending time kissing hot and wet, Claire pushed him into the shower. Antony had hoped they would move on to the next stage that h
"Those two women were the answer to my mother's prayers," she said, anger flaring in her voice.Antony was taken aback. "No, darling. Your mother's prayers will never be answered like that.""Alright, they did come with certain intentions. But can't you see me? To me, they are nobody. In my eyes, in my heart, in my mind, there is only Claire, Claire, and Claire. There's no other woman." Antony coaxed her in a soothing tone.Claire couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Don't sweet-talk me," she replied with a hint of amusement.Antony shook his head. He stepped closer to his wife. Claire still had her arms crossed over her chest, and to maintain some distance from him, she leaned her body back."I'm not sweet-talking you, darling. I'm speaking the truth. If only there were experts who could read my mind and heart, you could ask them. I'm sure they would tell you the truth. And if they lied, I would bribe them to say what I want them to say," Antony said again.Claire rolled her eyes. Ant
"Those two women were the answer to my mother's prayers," she said, anger flaring in her voice.Antony was taken aback. "No, darling. Your mother's prayers will never be answered like that.""Alright, they did come with certain intentions. But can't you see me? To me, they are nobody. In my eyes, in my heart, in my mind, there is only Claire, Claire, and Claire. There's no other woman." Antony coaxed her in a soothing tone.Claire couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Don't sweet-talk me," she replied with a hint of amusement.Antony shook his head. He stepped closer to his wife. Claire still had her arms crossed over her chest, and to maintain some distance from him, she leaned her body back."I'm not sweet-talking you, darling. I'm speaking the truth. If only there were experts who could read my mind and heart, you could ask them. I'm sure they would tell you the truth. And if they lied, I would bribe them to say what I want them to say," Antony said again.Claire rolled her eyes. Ant
Antony stopped his car outside Claire's house and unlocked the gate with the spare key he had kept for a long time.Claire's car hadn't moved from its spot. It was still there since the last time Antony visited his fiancée's home, before Claire's family took her back.Who knows? Maybe Claire could hear the gate opening or maybe not. But one thing was clear: his wife did not welcome him at all because Claire's house felt eerily silent.Was Gladwin playing a trick on him? Who knows if Claire was really back at her house.He opened the front door and stepped inside, greeting her. Once again, there was no response. When Antony noticed Claire's bedroom door slightly ajar, he walked in.Claire wasn't there. All that was left was the small suitcase she had brought from the hotel room."Claire, sweetheart," Antony called out again, but still, there was no answer.Could it be that Claire left again after dropping off her suitcase and saw Gladwin leave? he wondered to himself.Antony continued
Quickly, Anastasia ran after Antony. She called his name repeatedly, but Antony chose to ignore her until her stiletto heels finally brought her close to him. She immediately reached out and grabbed Antony's arm, but he harshly brushed her off."Antony, listen to me. Please. I'm really sorry. I apologize," she said in a whiny tone.The woman tried to grab Antony's hand again, but he pushed her away once more, causing her to fall and kneel on the cold marble floor.Not wanting to give up, Anastasia wrapped her arms around Antony's legs, forcing him to stop."I'm truly sorry," she pleaded again, her voice desperate. She begged for the man's compassion, finally realizing that everything Antony had said in the room earlier was no joke. "I... I..." She couldn't find the words. "I'm sorry, please forgive me," she begged, tears starting to wet her face.Antony looked down at her with a sharp gaze. "Do you realize that what you're doing has crossed the line?" he asked in his cold tone.Anasta
Antony arrived at a luxurious five-star hotel located not too far from his family's hotel. As soon as he parked his car, he headed straight to the room Letizia had mentioned when he contacted his cousin earlier.Inside the lavish room rented by his ex-wife sat Antony's mother, Brianna Quirino, alongside her husband, Mr. Arthur. Meanwhile, Letizia stood with her hip leaning against the bar chair, her arms crossed over her chest.Don't ask where her children and husband were. Antony guessed that his sister-in-law was waiting for them somewhere.The three family members displayed different expressions, surely with different thoughts filled with questions that might mirror what was in Antony's own mind.On the other side of the room, right above the sofa facing away from the window, two women sat side by side. One was Anastasia, a woman he had pretended to date for work purposes. The other was his ex-wife, the woman he once loved deeply, who had given him a beautiful and devoted daughter.
But then Claire tried to clear her mind. She refused to believe that her mother could be so cruel to her; if that were the case, Claire might end up resenting her mother for the rest of her life.Disloyal? She didn't care about that word.Her face was already free of makeup, and her hair had been released from the beautiful tiara she had worn earlier. Now, the makeup artists helped Claire start to unbutton the lovely gown she had worn, which had so many buttons down the back.Once everything was removed, Claire opened her suitcase, searching for clothes. She decided to clean herself up in the bathroom that was in the dressing room.Feeling refreshed after showering and washing her hair, Claire put on the clothes she had chosen: a pair of jeans and a loose shirt instead of the dress Antony had picked out for her to wear on their honeymoon, which they were supposed to take right after the reception she was now reluctant to attend.No, she wouldn't just surrender herself to her husband a
The events proceeded according to the instructions from the host.Happy? Of course, Claire was happy. Especially seeing Bella's silly antics, who didn't hesitate to liven up the event alongside Gladwin and some of his office friends invited to the wedding, which surprised them as well.After all, Claire's absence from the office had already been quite shocking, and now they were suddenly presented with news of a wedding they had never seen any signs of."I had my suspicions when our big boss showed up at my wedding, and it turns out he was after the cheese in the sandwich," Chand whispered when his friend arrived with his wife. Claire could only smile in response to that accusatory remark.A snippet of the song that Adaline was singing on stage made Claire and Antony hold hands tightly, hoping that no obstacles would disturb them in the future.Guests began to dwindle. Amidst welcoming guests, they also took several photo sessions—not just with colleagues but also to capture moments w