All Chapters of Fated love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bustling streets are filled with peoples starting their week, eager to engage in the vibrant economic and cultural activities that define the nation. Cafe are buzzing with conversations, as professional discuss there plan over steaming cup of coffee. The skyline is dotted with towering building, each a testament to the country's rapid development and innovation, meanwhile in the quieter neighborhoods, families prepare for the day ahead, children headed off to school with backpacks in tow. Admist the hustle and bustle, there's a palpable sense of ambition and opportunity, as ever one contribute to the dynamic of tapestry of life in A city.‎Watching the bustling city outside the taxi window, Claire couldn’t help but feel the electric hum of life around her. The streets were a maze of flashing lights, honking horns, and hurried footsteps, each person seemingly on a mission. It mirrored the chaotic swirl inside her chest, the bubbling excitement, the tinge of uncertainty, and the hi

‎She furrowed her brow, the anger bubbling up inside her as she stared at him, wondering what had made him think that she was trying to seduce him. The idea made her blood boil. Did he really think so little of her?‎‎Her gaze hardened, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she let the words fly out of her mouth, each syllable dripping with annoyance. "What makes you think I'm seducing you? Rating you from one to ten, I can't even give you a one," she said, her voice sharp and cutting. She locked eyes with him, not backing down for a second.‎‎He stared at her, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. His lips twitched upward, barely containing a smirk. He could sense the heat radiating off her, but it only made the challenge more enticing.‎‎"Then why did you wrap your hand around my neck, if you’re not seducing me?" he asked, his voice laced with a teasing edge. His eyes flicked over her face, studying every inch of her features, every muscle in her body that tensed

‎"Where are you heading to?" he asked, his eyes glancing at her as she sat on the passenger seat, her posture composed and relaxed, almost detached. There was a certain calmness to her, an air of self-assurance that was hard to ignore.‎‎She tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow, and with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, she answered, "Bravo company, going for an interview for the personal assistant position." Her tone was casual, but the way she raised her shoulder just a little higher than usual seemed to suggest something else, as if to remind him, whether intentionally or not, that she was in control of the situation, and he was, well, beneath her.‎‎Edward's brow furrowed as the words settled in. "Really?" He asked, surprised. He hadn’t expected her to be applying for a role in his company, let alone one so personal, working as his assistant. He couldn’t quite picture it.‎‎"Yes, of course," she replied, the small, almost playful smile on her lips betraying a

‎"Wait," he said, his voice low but urgent when he saw that she was about to unbuckle her seatbelt. His hand shot out instinctively, as though to stop her, but it lingered in the air between them.‎‎She paused, confusion flickering across her face before her lips tightened with impatience. "What?" she asked, her tone sharp as she glanced at him, still intent on removing the seatbelt. Her fingers were already halfway through the motion, but his sudden command had thrown her off.‎‎Before she could say anything else, she felt him lean toward her. She hadn’t even registered the movement, too distracted by the seatbelt, until it was too late. His lips crashed against hers in a swift, unexpected kiss. It took her by complete surprise.‎‎For a split second, she froze. The kiss, deep and forceful, caught her completely off guard. But this time, there was no resistance. She knew it was futile, knew how he could sweep her into his world with just one kiss. She gave in, her body relaxing aga

‎When Claire finally reached the 25th floor, a wave of surprise washed over her as she stepped off the elevator. The corridor was eerily silent, with not a single sound echoing through the hallway. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a soft, sterile glow on the polished floors. She paused for a moment, taking in the quiet emptiness, the anticipation rising in her chest.‎‎“Well, this is unexpected,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely more than a breath. A small sigh escaped her lips as she glanced down the hallway. With a shrug, she steeled herself, adjusting her coat and walking forward, her footsteps soft but determined.‎‎As she approached the door that bore the label CEO Assistant, she felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of resolve. She reached for the door handle, pausing just before she turned it. "So this place will be my office," she muttered, her voice carrying a quiet excitement. A smile tugged at the corners