Because You Re Mine Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

"And you're Ms. Bianchi? I force a friendly smile and step forward. "Sofia Bianchi. Please, call me Sofia." I give him a firm shake. "I'm one of the counselors here at Lincoln High School. I'm delighted you were able to squeeze in a tour before heading home tomorrow." His gaze leisurely travels around the office, which is empty since everyone already left for the day. "Thank you for sticking around to meet with me. We've been house hunting for most of the day, so this was the only time that worked."

Claire exclaimed quickly. "Damn you Claire! I don't need your money! I have plenty if it's just about the money!" Maira exclaimed in a fit of rage. "So?" exclaimed Claire on the other side. "Do you have Jessica Heart's phone number? That famous model?" exclaimed Maira under her breath. "What business do you have with her? Well, I know. She used to model for my modeling house a while back when she was down!" Claire exclaimed casually. "Just give it to me quickly! I have a business to offer him! You don't need to know!" exclaimed Maira impatiently.

"Oh, thank you, I mean, zank you." Eventually, Claire said goodbye to Mr. Big, having promised him she would meet up with him next week and bring along a leather minidress, a foot-long dildo and some chocolate spread. She got home and sat down to call Con with the great news, wincing slightly at her sore butt. "Con! I did it! The password is 'gullible'!" "Really, that's brilliant," Con answered on the phone, laughing out loud. Claire was delighted that he was so happy at her work.

“They’re just friends, Claire.” He pulled me inside. I was greeted by a group of men drinking, and all their eyes turned to me. I froze when I recognized a few of them. My body went stiff, and I didn’t want to go in. But Seb had already pulled me along, so I had no choice. “Well, what do we have here? The famous beauty queen herself—Claire dela Fuerte. An absolute pleasure,” said Andrei Morotov as he approached with a grin. His shirt was half unbuttoned, showing off his toned abs and hairy chest.

“Afraid? No. Damian is predictable.” She leaned forward. “You,” she said, “are not.” Aria felt the chill then. Not fear. Recognition. “You’re not here because you’re weak,” Claire continued. “You’re here because you are strong. And inconvenient.” Aria met her gaze. “Then you miscalculated.” Claire raised a brow. “Did I?” She slid a tablet across the table. The screen lit up. Live footage. Damian. Pacing. Furious. Unleashed.

Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna. The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged. The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. She looked radiant, victorious even. But her expression shifted when she saw me. Her eyes went past me to the window, then back t

Claire replied and stood up, grabbing her purse unceremoniously. "Don't be stupid, just go and say hello," Gena suggested, laughing. "Are you crazy, Gena Montero?" Claire was already at the exit, jostling her way past them, playing incognito. "You are the crazy one," Gena retorted. "I'm hanging up," she said, sounding disappointed, and really hung up. "Traitor!" Claire snorted.

She was a short-haired woman, not much taller than Nicholas or Noel, so Claire needed to look up to talk to the two policemen. "Can we know your identity?" "My name is Claire, Claire Pennington. I'm not married, I'm thirty years old." Claire pointed at the waterfall. "People told me to come to this tourist spot, because they said I would get a partner if I threw a lucky coin into the waterfall!" Claire's voice trembled, she was still in shock after several hours of seeing the bodies there. Her eyes glazed over as she continued, "But when I threw my second coin, I saw someone's hand. I called the tour guard, and... we found a body!"

The voice arrives from her left—sweet, deliberate, a half-degree too warm. Claire slides into the space beside her. Red lips curved into a smile that has been calibrated for rooms exactly like this one. "I didn't get the name wrong, did I?" She tilts her head. "You remember me?" "Certainly." Mia keeps her voice easy. "Claire Nox." "I didn't expect to see you here." A light laugh. "I thought you had the night off." "I do. I have a ticket." Claire's gaze drifts past her—just briefly, just long enough—toward the window where Elias is standing. Then it comes back.

CJ thought Mina continue to look at him as everywhere was silent "If you have nothing to say then I will take my leave now " She said and walked away .. .. Kayla was looking at them through the window, she knew Anna was definetely up to something and she must get to know what she's up to ------- -------- "I'm sorry doctor but I am actually feeling guilty about this, I don't know why you lied about that, I don't know who you're working for but I want you turn yourself in" Claire said and the doctor raised his eyebrow