~RICHARD'S POV~The door clicked shut behind Claire, and I collapsed back against my desk like a man who had just survived a natural disaster. Which, in a way, I had.My hands were shaking. Actually fucking shaking like I was some teenager who had just had his first sexual meeting. I stared at them in disgust, then dragged them through my hair, trying to get my breathing under control.What the hell had just happened?I had walked into my own conference room, my sanctuary, my place of absolute control—and she had destroyed me in under ten minutes. Reduced me to a panting, desperate mess with nothing but a red dress and that voice that used to whisper dirty things in my ear at two in the morning.This was impossible. Claire—my Claire—had been a gentle, submissive woman who blushed when I so much as kissed her in public. She had never been aggressive, never taken control, never looked at me like I was something she wanted to devour.The woman who had just left my office was a stran
~CLAIRE'S POV~The elevator doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the executive floor of Blackwood Industries—a place I had once been banned from visiting because Richard said it would "distract" him. How times had changed.I walked into the hallway with marble floors, wearing my bright red power suit that fitted perfectly and high heels that clicked on the floor, signaling my stubbornness. I held the Hayes International portfolio in my well-groomed hands; it was my key to enter Richard's private space.His secretary barely looked up from her computer. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Blackwood is in meetings all...." She glanced up and her words died in her throat. She recognized me, and her surprise was hard to hide."Hello, Janet," I said smoothly, enjoying the way she paled. "I'm here representing Hayes International for the three o'clock meeting."Janet struggled to type on her keyboard, and her professional behavior began to slip."I... I will need to verify this with Mr. Blackwood's o
~CLAIRE'S POV~I had had many unexpected visitors since returning to New York, but Monica's mother showing up at my penthouse door looking like she had escaped from a horror movie hadn't been on my bingo card.The woman sat hunched on my pristine white sofa, picking at her fingernails until they bled, her bloodshot eyes darting around my living room like she expected monsters to jump out from behind my expensive artwork. She smelled like stale cigarettes and unwashed clothes, a sharp difference to the lavender and vanilla candles Alexander had lit to try to mask the scent."Miss Sterling," I said carefully, setting down the tea service I had prepared more out of shock than hospitality. "You said you had something important to tell me. That I was in danger?"Alexander raised an eyebrow from his position on the opposite sofa, his body language screaming protective mode even though he was trying to look casual.The woman's hands stilled for a moment, then she grabbed my wrist with surp
~CLAIRE’S POV~We were savoring the most perfectly prepared lobster I had ever tasted when my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.‘Saw the engagement announcement. Congratulations on the publicity stunt.’I showed Alexander the message. "It's Richard."His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his voice calm. "What are you going to say?"I typed back: ‘Thank you. Alexander and I are very happy.’The response was immediate: ‘Of course you are. Still the same Claire, aren't you? Can't be alone for five minutes without latching onto someone new.’My champagne suddenly tasted bitter. Even now, even after everything I had achieved, he still saw me as the pathetic, clingy woman he had divorced.‘I am having lunch with my fiancé. Is there a point to this conversation?’‘Just curious how long this one will last before you suffocate him too. Or is this all just an elaborate attempt to get my attention? Still as pathetic as ever.’The words hit exactly where he had intended them to.
~CLAIRE’S POV~I had always dreamed of breaking the internet, but I never imagined it would be this intoxicating."Holy shit, Claire," Sophia squealed through my phone speaker, her Swiss accent making the swear sound almost elegant. "Have you seen Twitter? Instagram? The group chat is literally on fire!"I was sprawled across my new silk sheets in my Manhattan penthouse, laptop balanced on my knees, scrolling through the social media outbreak that had blown up since my engagement announcement hit the newsstands three hours ago.‘OMG is that Claire Blackwood???’‘Girl said "watch me glow up" and MEANT IT’‘Alexander Hayes is FINE fine’‘That engagement ring could feed a small country Richard Blackwood fumbled the bag’‘Wait is this the same woman who used to post sad quotes about heartbreak?’But my absolute favorite response was from my old college roommate Jessica: ‘Claire, I don't know what kind of revenge body program you've been on, but PLEASE share the workout routine because WO
~CLAIRE POV~{FLASHBACK BEFORE SHE RETURNED TO NEW YORK OR BOUGHT THE PENTHOUSE}"Darling, you're overthinking this," Alexander said, lounging against my Swiss penthouse kitchen counter with that insufferably attractive smirk of his. "Revenge should be fun, not a doctoral thesis."I looked up from the color-coded spreadsheet I had been creating…Richard's schedule, his favorite restaurants, his gym times, his coffee shop preference….and realized he was right. Somewhere between "strategic planning" and "psychological warfare," I had forgotten the most important part of this whole plan.I was supposed to be enjoying myself."You're right," I said, closing my laptop with a decisive snap. "This isn't a military operation. It's a fashion show, and Richard Blackwood is about to get front row seats to the woman he threw away."Alexander's grin widened. "Now you're talking. So, what's the first act?"Three hours later, we were tearing through every designer boutique in Geneva like a hurrica