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"This is your Uncle Liam and Uncle Jake," Oliver introduced his friends to his daughter. Glancing at his friends, he stated with pride laced in his voice, "Meet my daughter, guys. I'm a father now." "Hi Uncle Liam, hi Uncle Jake. It's nice to meet you," Thalia replied, smiling sweetly as she looked at the two tall men. "So adorable," Jake said while smiling down at the child. "Adorable indeed. She looks just like Claire," Liam observed. They had come to visit Oliver at the hospital after hearing the news about his accident. As for Thalia, she was brought over by Quinn after throwing a tantrum when she accidentally watched the news after changing the channel when Quinn was in the kitchen. "Congratulations, Man. I always knew you would be the first to have a child," Jake remarked. "Yeah... I had changed my mind six years ago and thought Jake would be the first to become a father but who knew you and Claire were already parents when you broke up?" Liam added and Oliver smirked.
The ward instantly went quiet after Claire’s response. She bit her lip, glancing at Oliver only to see the flash of hurt that flickered through his eyes. Her heart thumped with guilt as she reminded him, “We agreed to take things slow, not so?” Despite agreeing to give Oliver a second chance, Claire didn’t want them to move so fast without resolving some matters between them. Not only did she dread getting hurt again, but she also wanted to find an opportunity to come clean about her plans for revenge. She had yet to tell Oliver and the Fords that she had met her mother and that she had joined the company with a hidden motive. This was why she wanted them to take things slow… She had no idea how Oliver would react when he found out she had been lying to him all this while. Would he forgive her and continue with the relationship or would he feel betrayed and leave Claire once and for all?The thought that the truth could drift them apart again scared Claire more. She didn’t want to
Leaving the district office, Claire printed out the document she had scanned and got into a cab, heading to the address she had seen on the document. It didn’t take long for her to reach the place. However, her eyebrows creased when she looked at the building before her. The building looked like it had been burnt down years ago and no one bothered to renovate it. ‘So, it’s another dead-end?’ She mused, sighing deeply. Looking around, she realised how isolated this place was. Why would someone have a company this far from the city? Perhaps they were trying to hide something?Claire decided to walk around and ask the locals what they knew about the company that had been burned down. She had seen a few shops and pubs on her way here.A few minutes later, Claire walked into a pastry shop and found some elderly people seated around tables, chatting and eating the pastries they had ordered.They all glanced at her, making her feel self-aware. She seemed to be the only young person there.
Claire was ready to tell Oliver the truth about why she had returned to the city. However, when she arrived at his penthouse, she found he had prepared a surprise for her. He had made her a path of scented candles and rose petals, the atmosphere setting the mood for a long, romantic night ahead. Looking at the dress he had prepared for her, Claire sighed. 'I guess I can tell him the truth some other time,' she mused. She didn't want to ruin his night when he had put so much effort into arranging a date with her. A smile crossed her lips and she went to the bathroom, her heart skipping a beat when she found something else prepared for her in there. The huge tub was filled with warm water and bath bombs. Red rose petals floated atop the foamy water. A small wooden tray was placed in the middle of the tub with a glass of champagne and a plate of assorted fruits. Soft music was playing from a small speaker in the corner.Claire's heart felt warm as she looked around the place. She spot
An hour later, the yacht had settled in the middle of the open ocean. That was when the food was served. Claire and Oliver had dinner while a cool breeze from the ocean often kissed their skins. They shared looks every now and then as they chatted about everything under the sun. "I didn't know there was such a restaurant in Brentwood city," Claire remarked. "There wasn't... but I opened it for you so that I could bring you here for date nights," Oliver replied and Claire's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Claire asked. "It means you're the owner of this yacht restaurant, Angel," Oliver answered calmly as if he were just talking about the weather. "No, I'm not. How could you give me such a thing? I can't accept it," Claire objected, her mouth falling to the floor. Oliver raised an eyebrow. He said, "I got this for you because you once said you would love to dine in the middle of the ocean. And of course, it just couldn't sit idle so I transformed it into a profit-making restaura
The scheme to take over the Ford Corporation started over forty years ago. After losing his parents in a terrible car crash, a young Henry Ford couldn't heal from the trauma of witnessing his parents' death. Thus, his grandfather, Larry Ford, took him abroad, leaving the company in Henry's father's friend, Eric Hamilton's hands. Eric Hamilton worked as a stand-in CEO for many years, simply following instructions from the then chairman, Larry Ford. Despite him getting a generous salary for the job, Eric Hamilton wanted more. He believed he deserved to own the Corporation since he had been its CEO for so many years while Henry and his grandfather stayed abroad. Aside from being greedy, Eric had a secret too. To be able to be the CEO, he had caused the accident that took his friend, Harry Ford's life. Eric Hamilton recruited his son, Jason Hamilton, into the scheme of usurping the Fords from the throne. He trained him on how to be the CEO and instilled a seed in him that sprouted int
"...And that concludes today's meeting," Oliver said and got to his feet. He then turned to look at Claire and ordered, "Miss Hamilton, see me in my office after this." He secretly winked at her and Claire’s face flushed, knowing what he wanted. They had just had their usual Monday meeting and the whole time, Oliver kept glancing at her with a hungry gaze. They weren't able to have some alone time after their date since Thalia wanted them to spend time together as a family. Flushing, Claire excused herself and followed Oliver to his office. Her core tingled, anticipating what was about to happen. The moment they entered the office, Oliver pushed her towards his desk while crashing his lips against hers in indescribable need. "I missed you so much, baby," he groaned when he left her lips and kissed her jaw before going down her neck. "I want you so much," Oliver hissed. Claire sighed erotically, loving the feel of Oliver's hands on her body. He slipped his hand under her shirt a
Jessica Hart had a spy in the Ford Corporation who updated her on what Oliver was up to and if he and Claire were getting closer. This spy was none other than Victoria Spark. A beautiful thirty-seven-year-old blonde woman who was an assistant accountant in the Ford Corporation had been working as an assistant for the firm for over fifteen years without any upgrade to her position. Tired and frustrated of waiting for a promotion that didn’t seem to be coming anytime soon, Victoria agreed to be Jessica Hart’s spy. Jessica had promised to make her the finance director of the Corporation after her marriage to Oliver Ford was successful. However, the finance director of the corporation, Cole Harrison, was arrested and fired which meant the position was now open and those in the accounts department would soon be interviewed for the position.Victoria thought it was her chance to upgrade so she quit being Jessica’s spy to focus on her work. After all, it seemed Oliver Ford didn’t have a so