LOGINClaire's POV Henry? I had been able to deduce that he had been the one who had spoken, but how exactly had he known about that? "If it was a cage," my husband began. "Then it is one I walked into willingly, and it is one I am willing to walk into over and over again."My hands ran gently on his. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice tender while searching just to be certain I wasn't hurt. "I'm okay." I answered, watching as he tilted his head back. "Are you certain?" he asked again, his voice low. "I'm okay." I repeated, loving how the crest that had formed earlier on his forehead dissipated with a sigh following."Claire, darling," Mother moseyed across. "Jerald must have been the one who made you late. I missed you. How are you feeling?" She gauged my expression for the slightest form of discomfort. Mother was in a gown similar to mine and had insisted she wanted one as mine because I was the daughter she always wanted but never had. "Fine, Mother, my husband didn't make me lat
Jerald's POV "Why are you still pouting?" My wife kissed me gently on the arm as she questioned. "Oh, please don't be petty," she added when I tilted my head at her, shrugging her hands off. Lydia loved my wife. I had stood by as they laughed when all of a sudden I had faded to the background; they didn't even acknowledge the fact that I existed anymore because while they had been chatting, they both couldn't see me, which was shocking because I was there. They had both abandoned me and taken to themselves. So here I stood, trying so hard to let my grievance out to my wife in a way that she would have. "If you are pissed, you have to speak. I am not in your mind to know what it is you have an issue with." She shrugged. I turned to take a look at her. At that face that had betrayed me, choosing someone else over me when I would never do that to her. "You forgot that I existed when you were talking to Lydia and... " She erupted into cackles before she ran her eyes around the ro
Claire's POV "Fuck," I let out just in time for when Dainty slammed the brakes in front of the penthouse. We both stepped out in a rush, bursting into cackles repeatedly at how it seemed we were both on heat all the fucking time. I yelped out when my husband scooped me off the ground like I weighed almost nothing while we made our way into the elevator. He stopped before we got in to turn to Dainty. "You are not laid off, just because my wife decided to placate me and block my head out, but next time...." I bit into my lips knowing what I had planned was out in the open, but I couldn't care, so I leaned closer, covering his lips before he could say something else. I caught Dainty sighing in relief before we got into the elevator. Jerald slipped his tongue into my mouth, letting me suck on it while I had a hand on his buttons, trying to peel off the layers of clothes that were preventing me from getting access to my man. We fought to gain dominance while he kissed me as my fin
Jerald's POV"No phones, remember?" Father tapped my arm when I pulled the phone, wanting to peek at it. We have been working for hours, and all I wanted to do was take a break, but I knew that I couldn't. I didn't have the opportunity to slack off, at least not now. Max was handling Machlina just right, and so it was only reasonable that I handle Drandy without any disturbance, so I tucked my phone back into my pocket, letting it sit there. "How is it possible that the shares are falling and no one is selling? Why would no one panic and sell?" I thought that was what most people did when something like this happened. They would sell because they feared what would happen if they didn't, but now everyone was holding onto their shares. I had my reasons to believe that it was because the vote was just days away, but still I thought they would be tempted. "The vote is close, son. No one would want to sell; they will be able to bear whatever losses, at least for now, with the hope t
Claire's POV I sat with Elena, holding my hands tightly while we stared at Kiara, who happened to be lying on the couch. All I was tempted to know was what she had been doing there."Are you okay?" Elena asked, placing a hot mug of hot chocolate in-between my palms, which I slurped down my throat. Mother had stepped out to talk to the crowd, and she had done so fearlessly. She had dared anyone to throw a single egg at her, and that person would be slammed with a lawsuit. She had also threatened them, letting them know she wasn't scared to face them headlong and she wasn't going to take any nonsense as well. The crowd seemed to have quieted, and even one of them had managed to speak up against how those who were around had been doing so because they were paid. She had promised her an invitation to the masked party, which was to be sent by a guard, and perfect fits to go alongside it. So I sat wondering how different this would have turned out if Kiara had not stepped in. If this
Claire's POV I sat with Elena, holding my hands tightly while we stared at Kiara, who happened to be lying on the couch. All I was tempted to know was what she had been doing there."Are you okay?" Elena asked, placing a hot mug of hot chocolate in-between my palms, which I slurped down my throat. Mother had stepped out to talk to the crowd, and she had done so fearlessly. She had dared anyone to throw a single egg at her, and that person would be slammed with a lawsuit. She had also threatened them, letting them know she wasn't scared to face them headlong and she wasn't going to take any nonsense as well. The crowd seemed to have quieted, and even one of them had managed to speak up against how those who were around had been doing so because they were paid. She had promised her an invitation to the masked party, which was to be sent by a guard, and perfect fits to go alongside it. So I sat wondering how different this would have turned out if Kiara had not stepped in. If this







