All Chapters of Her Anchorless Heart Finds Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

That year, Claire Aniston's parents died in a car accident. Soon after, the Aniston family went bankrupt, and Claire's grandfather suffered such a shock that he was rushed to the ICU.Before he passed, he entrusted his network, his resources, and his only granddaughter, Claire, to George Bennett, a man who had once shared a life-or-death bond with him.Afterward, George took Claire back to the Bennett family and made a solemn vow: she could choose any descendant of the Bennett family as her spouse.But Claire stubbornly fell for Calvin, the illegitimate son. Although Calvin always treated her with indifference, her persistence finally paid off—he eventually agreed to marry her.The engagement party that evening was dazzling, crowded with the city's most prominent families.After chatting with several young women of high society, Claire realized she hadn't seen Calvin. She went upstairs to find him, but as she passed his room, a sound stopped her in her tracks—an intimate, unmistak

After returning to her room, Claire couldn't sleep. The sounds from the next room—Iris's unrestrained moans—kept her awake all night.She had no idea Calvin was capable of such intensity. Even when she had tried everything she could, he had never touched her.The next morning, Claire washed up and went downstairs. She saw Calvin in the kitchen, apron on, cooking. Iris hovered by his side, feeding him oranges and wiping his sweat.Watching them, her chest ached without warning.Since moving in, Claire had prepared every meal for him. Calvin could cook, yet on her birthday, he hadn't even served her something simple. But for Iris, his obsessive cleanliness apparently didn't matter—he was willing to cook.Claire lingered at the top of the stairs, frozen, until her phone rang."Grandpa George," she answered."Claire, with the wedding approaching, I'll transfer some money to you so you can buy anything you need for the wedding.""But I only want to buy a wedding dress…"Before she

Calvin sneered. "Why wouldn't I dare? You used my card to buy a house. This house is mine! I can do whatever I want with it!""I didn't use your card! I bought this house myself!""You have money?" Calvin glared at her. "Your family went bankrupt long ago. Where would you get the money for a house? Even if you somehow had it, it would still be from the Bennett family!""Exactly. Claire, Calvin has treated you well all these years."His friends chimed in one after another, while Iris wailed even louder. "Calvin, don't pressure Claire! She just wants to have a grand wedding!"Before she could finish, Calvin drew a deep breath. "Fine, I won't smash it. But you're leaving. Now. Claire, my patience with you has run out.""Calvin, this house is mine! I didn't use your credit card!""Throw her luggage out."Calvin didn't even wait for a response. His friends immediately started tossing Claire's bags outside.Watching her carefully packed home being destroyed piece by piece, Claire fi

Claire bolted upright in bed, gasping, the phantom weight of those men still clinging to her skin. Fear coiled in her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs."You're awake?"A stranger's voice sounded beside her. Claire looked up just as a man stepped out of the bathroom.He was shirtless, his physique so flawlessly defined it looked sculpted—broad shoulders, a tapered waist, every muscle taut with restrained power. A towel hung low on his hips, the deep V-line of his abdomen on full display. The sight was effortlessly, devastatingly masculine.Heat flooded her cheeks. She yanked the blanket up to her chin, panic tightening her throat. "Who are you? Where am I?""You don't remember?" The man raised a brow. "This is the Bennett estate. Take a guess.""You're… Calvin's uncle. Jordan?"A hazy memory surfaced. They'd lived under the same roof briefly when she was a child, before he'd left for overseas. She hadn't seen him since."Hm. Not bad." He gave a slight, approving nod.

"Jordan? Who's Jordan?""No idea… but he hit the jackpot.""That name sounds familiar…"Amid the murmurs, the man stood up, unhurried and deliberate. Claire's heart gave a sudden, hard thump the moment she saw him. Why did it always do that when he appeared?"It will be my honor to marry Claire."He walked to the stage under the crowd's stunned attention. When he reached Claire's side, even George was momentarily at a loss for words."Un… Uncle…"Claire's voice came out thin, uncertain.But the man took her hand, his touch natural and sure. "What's wrong? Disappointed it was me?"His voice was a low, smooth murmur—seductive and dangerous, a perfect match for the face that could make anyone's breath catch. Claire bit her lip, a flush creeping from her neck to the tips of her ears."Is this some kind of mistake? How did your name even get in the draw?" she asked."I'm only eight years your senior, and I am, by all accounts, an eligible bachelor. Does that trouble you, Claire?"