Hello lovely readers. For those who read Mr CEO, I was forced to marry you, this is book 2, Oliver Ford's story. I hope you enjoy reading this book. I update daily and always complete my books. This book is participating in the she strikes back contest and I hope you support me by leaving reviews on the book details/main page and also, shower me with some gems if you enjoy the book. It really helps and supports the book and the author. I love you all and thank you for reading!!
Claire pursed her lips into a thin line and ignored Oliver’s remark. She returned her attention to the files in her hands and continued going through them. A thought suddenly occurred to Oliver. He glanced at Felix Brooks and proposed, “Since the meeting is over, how about I treat your team to lunch?” It was the only way he could interact with Claire since she was adamant about ignoring his existence. Felix whose forehead had beads of sweat sighed in relief when the billionaire didn’t take offence at his employee’s rudeness. He grinned and answered with enthusiasm, “It would be an honour, Mr Ford.” They began to get to their feet when Claire suddenly received a call. “What?!” Claire’s calm demeanour suddenly changed when she answered her call. She seemed to go into panic mode as she dashed out of the conference room. Seeing this, Oliver’s eyebrows furrowed. Curious, he followed after Claire, his eyebrows creasing at the speed of her feet. She had already disappeared from the
Claire had been asking around the company if anyone had seen her daughter, going through every department and checking the restrooms. When she thought about losing her child, the fear she felt was out of this world. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach twisted violently as she searched all over the company. She was on the verge of losing it because everyone claimed not to have seen any lost child. It was only when she asked the receptionist on the ground floor that she heaved a sigh of relief when she answered. “Oh, a little girl in pink? I saw her a few minutes ago,” The receptionist responded, however, it was her next words that made Claire’s knees weak. “The CEO took her with him. I saw them enter the private elevator,” the receptionist added. Claire’s heart sank to her feet as fear twisted her stomach. Why would Oliver take her daughter? Did he know...? Without wasting time, she rushed toward one of the elevators and went back to the conference room. The violent
“Are you upset with me, Mommy?” Thalia asked her mother the moment the doors to the conference room closed. Claire carried Thalia and shook her head. She smiled gently at Thalia and replied, “No, I’m not. But I want you to listen to me and not trouble Aunt Quinn next time, ok?” Thalia nodded and wrapped her arms around Claire’s neck. Claire then glanced at Felix Brooks before announcing, “I won’t be joining you for lunch. I’ll have lunch with my daughter instead.” Felix Brooks smiled and nodded, “Sure, Miss Hamilton. Go ahead.” As she walked away, the people outside the conference room couldn’t help but be curious about Claire’s identity. She seemed to be close to the CEO. They wondered what their relationship was since he was able to overlook her rudeness. However, some of the old employees from the legal department recognised Claire since she used to visit the company a lot six years ago. A lady in her thirties suddenly said, “I was surprised to see that she’s our new L
“Claire… how long has it been, honey?” Claire’s breath caught in her throat when she heard the familiar voice on the phone. The voice belonged to none other than Roxanne Smith-Ford, Oliver’s mother. At her voice, Claire felt a sense of nostalgia. She had been practically raised by Oliver’s family. They were very kind to her. So, imagine her shock when her mother told her the secret that the Fords were hiding. “How are you… uh... Ma’am?” Claire said, biting her lip. She didn’t know how to address her. “Call me Aunt, the way you used to. Or Mom, hahaha,” Roxanne laughed on the phone. “Anyway, I was hoping to invite you to dinner tonight. I would have loved it if you came home but the Ford Paradise hotel is ok for now. What do you say?” “How did you know that I’m back?” Claire asked, her throat feeling parched. It felt strange that she hated this family now that she talked to Roxanne. How could such kind people be behind her father’s downfall? “Well, employees gossip a lot a
Oliver felt like a cat was clawing at his heart. It was so painful to have the woman you loved so close and not be able to talk to her, let alone embrace her. Twenty minutes had passed since the food was served and they were almost done with dinner. Claire treated him like empty air. It was like he didn’t exist in her eyes. Oliver had to watch as she politely replied to his parents while she gave him dirty looks here and there. ‘How can I make her forgive me?’ He thought, clutching the fork tightly. If he had superpowers, that platinum fork would have bent over in his hand. He had been upset and heartbroken when he heard she had a child with another man. The thought that she had given herself to someone else made his blood boil. However, that didn’t stop him from wanting her back. If not for the way he ended things six years ago, Claire wouldn't have sought solace in another man's arms. Oliver had no one to blame but himself. He was willing to fight hard to win her back and ac
Silence fell upon them after Claire replied rudely to him. Oliver clutched the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles becoming white from the sheer force in his grip. “Are you saying you want nothing to do with me?” Oliver asked, his voice low. “I only want us to have a work connection, nothing more,” Claire responded flatly, her voice sounding colder than a block of ice. Oliver didn’t reply. Deep down, he knew there was a long way before Claire could forgive him. After all, he did break her heart six years ago. “Where’s he? The father of your child…” Oliver asked as he held the steering wheel with one hand. His other hand went to his chin, stroking it. “You seem very interested in my personal life, Mr Ford. Why do you want to know where my man is?” Claire questioned, glancing at him and arching an eyebrow. “I want to know so that I can get rid of him,” Oliver remarked, a side smirk crossing his lips. Claire internally scoffed. It was typical behaviour of a Ford to use the
“Good morning, Mommy!” Claire was woken up by a sweet voice that echoed in her ears. She opened her eyes and smiled when they landed on her daughter, Thalia. The little girl was in pink pajamas while holding a teddy bear in her arms. Reaching over, Claire stroked Thalia’s hair, saying, “Good morning, my love.” Her heart swelled with happiness at the sight of her daughter. It hadn’t been easy to raise her alone at first but she got the hang of it at the end of the day. Thalia was the best thing that had ever happened to Claire. She may regret falling in love with Oliver, but she didn’t regret this princess that they created. “Grandma is making breakfast!” Thalia chirped. “What time are you going to work? Can I follow?” Claire chuckled. When she returned the previous night, she found Thalia sleeping. However, the nanny said she didn’t stop talking about her workplace and how nice it was. “Not today… it’s my first day and my boss wouldn’t like it if I brought my daughter,” Clai
Oliver Ford couldn’t help it. When he saw Claire in his office, he couldn’t help but recall the past. He had missed her so much. So, even though she was very angry, he boldly kissed her, wanting to taste her lips after so many years. His heart clenched as he sucked her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth and kissing her dominantly. He wished he could kiss her forever. However, Claire bit him and rejected his advances. Her eyes and words were cold as ice as she glared at him, telling him she had a man. Oliver couldn’t accept it. He didn’t wait for her all this while for nothing. “Sir, you’re bleeding!” Thomas uttered the moment he entered the office. “Let me get a first-aid kit-” “Don’t. I’m fine,” Oliver responded as he grabbed some tissue from the coffee table in the visitor’s lounge and wiped his hand that he had punched through the table. The table was made of glass so it shattered the moment his fist connected with it. “Look into the man Claire keeps talki