Aaron And Claire Book Novels & Stories

“Cut the crap, Clarissa, you'll be staying here with me for a while. The servants and I will make sure you recover well before leaving here.” “Aamber's right, Clare,” Aaron continued before she could argue. “Laurel and I will be packing to leave tonight. I am sorry for this situation. I wish you a speedy recovery and good health.” Soon after, the conversation finally ended. This time, it was Laurel who traced her plate in amusement. She suddenly understood why Aaron seemed to be holding back a laugh. The man was on purpose; he must have planned all of this with Aamber, so that Clarissa would not be able to move anymore.

I stared at the phone until the screen went dark, then hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces of glass and plastic scattering across the floor like the leftover of everything i had destroyed. Claire was coming back to New York. She was coming back as Alexander Hayes's fiancée, armed with success and confidence and the backing of one of the most powerful men in the world. She was coming back to destroy me. And God help me, part of me couldn't wait to see her try. Because maybe, finally, I would get to see the fire in her eyes that should have been there all along.

I don't reach for it the first time, but then it beeps again, which eventually forces me to shoot Ava an apologetic look before reaching for it. Cleo has sent a picture of me from another gossip magazine with the headline WHO IS AARON O'SULLIVAN'S NEW FIANCÉE? Accompanied by a bunch of question marks. My throat tightens up as I stare at the close-up shot of me from when Aaron was helping me out of the limo. The angle is all wrong and awkward, and my eyes are partially closed, which makes it look like I was taking a nap while standing instead of blinking like I know I was.

He got into the driver's seat and began to drive away I don't know where I was heading to but I needed to get there quickly. My stomach kept running. CLAIRE'S POV After waiting so long for the securities to search everywhere for the file, they found it. Not the place I expected. Not the person I wanted, this was the most embarrassing moment ever. "Claire?" I shouted in disbelief. I got the book from him and glanced through it. I didn't see any sign of her taking anything or planning to take anything. "This is not what I expected from you." I shook my head in disappointment. I Know her too well not to do such a thing, I thought of a way to reserve my words but it is said already.

A Message Ava Won’t Forget That evening, Claire sat in her old apartment—the one she had been forced to leave behind when she was arrested. It had been sitting empty for three years, untouched. Now, it would serve a new purpose. Adrian had arranged for Ava to be lured here. And when she walked through that door? Claire would be waiting. At exactly 7:30 PM, the door creaked open. Ava stepped inside, her expression wary. “Hello?” Claire smirked from the shadows. “Welcome home, Ava.” Ava froze. Her eyes went wide, and her breath hitched. “Claire?”

He said and turn to the girls on the couch behind the deck. "We'll go for one-stop before we can go back to the mainland." All of them just nod. They were quite tired with the whole day going around from one island to another one and there is no single clue about his identity. … Aaron jumps on the shallow water around his chest and then he stretches out his hand to Hazel on the deck. "Come on." He standby by on the water. Without waiting, she jumps from the boat and Aaron fetch her like a little kid first time going to pool.

He didn't want Clair here today. 'Go, baby. I will tell you everything later. Just don't provoke Aaron to leave without saying what he wanted to say.' I sent a mindlink to Clair. She's stubborn, but I knew she meant well. Clair let out a deep sigh before heading for the door. She didn't utter anything and just left, closing the door behind her. Aaron didn't move from his position. He was standing in the middle of the room while the Beta moved and leaned his body on the wall beside the big window.

Claire POV That night, Aaron was different. Wilder. Harder. The absolute ruler of the Moretti mafia empire drove me to the edge again and again, as if he meant to empty every ounce of strength he had inside me. The air was thick with a heavy mix of desire, sweat, and aged Cohiba smoke. The flames of passion had yet to cool on my skin. He leaned down, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. "Claire," he murmured, voice low and rough, "Vivian's due back in a few days."

However, Claire's subsequent reaction must have exposed the secret widely and confirmed Aaric's conjecture correctly. Because the thing Claire did next was; being angry. Yes. She was livid and her face turned red, as if she was embarrassed. And that of course couldn't have been unnoticed by Aaric at all. "That's right, isn't it? What I said just now was all true, wasn't it?” said Aaric excitedly. “You really don't have any experience with men!” cried Aaric. The little girl then moved swiftly to avoid Claire who was trying to hit her to keep her mouth shut.

Below the photo, a message: > “She will live… if you don’t repeat your mistake.” Hunter froze. His left hand trembled violently. Claire stood behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Mistake?” she murmured. “What does that mean?” Hunter exhaled slowly. “I haven’t told you everything.” Claire turned to him, her stare sharp. “What are you hiding, Hunter?” He shut his eyes. “I knew Aaron. Long before I ever met Evalina.” ---