Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched as the maids emptied my side of the closet, the bags were lined up in the bedroom even though many times I said that I didn't need any of them, the maids were persistent. His exact words to them were, "Make damn sure there's not a single hint of her in my room." So, that's what they were up to. They were scrubbing his room clean of any trace of me, just like he wanted.A knock on the door resounded and then it slowly opened, "Mrs. Capone, Capo has ordered me to take you to the airport." I froze, not knowing what to do for a moment. I looked around the room, our bed, everywhere I looked, I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. I nodded, swallowing down the bitterness rising in my throat. "I'll be right out," I managed to say, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the ache in my chest. The maids took my luggage out of the room as one of the soldiers waited outside of the room to take me straight to the car. He was repulsed by me, wasn't

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Sign it," Scott's voice was gruff, his expression hardened into a scowl."Scott, I—" Before I could finish, he interrupted, "Don't give me excuses. I've had my fill. Either signs the papers, or I'll do it for you."I hesitated, suppressing the wave of nausea churning inside me. My eyes pleaded with Scott once more, "Did he contact you?"His scowl deepened, his tone turning more menacing, "No, because he doesn't care! I refuse to let you waste your life in this marriage, waiting for him to come to his senses, because he won't."I stared at the papers lying before me, and I couldn't help but think back to every single moment we had spent together. It was all too precious to just throw it away like that."If I could reach him just once, maybe he'd understand. Perhaps he's cooled off by now—"His hand slammed down on the table beside the papers, the sound echoing in the room. "It's been two months, Cindy, two months! He doesn't care about you. No man would abandon his

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I was four months pregnant, and while the first trimester had been relatively easy, now I was starting to show a bit, and the nausea was hitting me hard, making each day a struggle to get through. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, finding comfort in the subtle changes my body was undergoing. Although it wasn't yet noticeable to others, I cherished this intimate connection with my growing baby, a bond that only I could feel.For the exhibition tonight, I opted for a dress that would discreetly conceal my growing bump. I slipped into a black burnout maxi dress with delicate spaghetti straps, its modest neckline offering just the right amount of coverage. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. No one on this earth can tear you down, Claire Parker, not even the man you love with all your heart. The sleek silhouette of the dress hugged my curves in all the right places, disguising my pregnancy with effortle

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Perched on the edge of the bed, I curled into myself, knees drawn up to my chest, and my chin resting on top of my knees. His presence across from me was palpable, his hand possessively wrapped around my ankle, anchoring me to him. Slowly, deliberately, his touch traced a path along my leg, each caress sending shivers of conflicting emotions coursing through me. Despite the state of mind, I knew he was in, his touch was a paradox of gentleness, a stark contrast to the brutality I knew he was capable of. Yet, at this moment, his tenderness felt like a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting us. With each stroke, I could feel the electricity coursing through my body, pulling me closer to him. It was like we were speaking our own language, one filled with longing and love. "You were the anonymous buyer..." I stated. His intense gaze locked onto mine, momentarily stealing my breath. "It was your debut exhibition. I had to support my girl," he replied, his voice dark a

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stirred awake, feeling Vincenzo's solid frame enveloping me from behind. The unmistakable presence of his sizable cock pressed against me sent a jolt of excitement coursing through my body. I couldn't resist teasing him, rolling my hips ever so slightly against his length.A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His response was so quintessentially Vincenzo that I couldn't help but smile, relishing in the sensation of his desire coursing through me even before I opened my eyes to greet the day.Last night fulfilled every dream I've ever had about becoming a mother and sharing intimate moments with the man I love. "Are you awake, Mia Cara?"I reached up, my fingers delicately tracing the contours of his forearm where it lay against my ribs, just below my breasts. "Mhmm," I murmured softly. He pulled me closer, his embrace tightening as he buried his face in the nape of my neck. I could sense the gentle caress of his lips