Because You Re Mine Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

"Okay, let's do it. But first, let's go over everything again. We can't afford any mistakes." "You know what? Let's set up a meeting tomorrow. Let's meet up with this actress. Let's make this as fast as possible," I suggested. "Sure, I will," Claire agreed. ********* The next day, Claire and I set our plan into motion. We arranged a meeting with the actress, a stunning woman named Isabella, under the guise of discussing a potential role in an upcoming film. Isabella, flattered by the attention and eager to further her career, agreed to meet. Claire had chosen the location carefully, knowing it would make Isabella feel special and important. I sat beside Claire, ready to support her in the co

She asked. "Okay! Let's do that! Meet you there bye! Love ya!" I said. "Sure! Love ya too!" She said and cut the call. Flashback end ------------------------ Shraddha also did her bachelor's in business and management from KCL, London. We sat and eat our food whilst catching up. After the dinner we sat in my car and I took the roof off. I turned my fave song on. It was Jiya Jiya Re from Jab Tak Hai Jaan.

Sally whispered. "Doing what?" "Word is Mason Clark was brought in last night after a 'mysterious accident' at the gala. Lisha went up to 'assist' with his recovery." Erik rolled his eyes. "He was punched a few times. He’ll be fine by lunch. Lisha needs to get back down here." He turned to Sally. "Go get her." Sally grinned, ready to go pull her rival's hair, but Erik's phone buzzed. "Actually, Sally, stay. I need you on this trauma case. Ivy, go upstairs and bring Lisha back to reality."

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

Claire nearly spits out her tea at that revelation. “Wait. Your ridiculously hot, terrifying billionaire savior is your boss?” I groan. “Please don’t call him that.” “Oh my God, he absolutely is.” “Claire.” “I’m just saying.” I glare at her. She raises both hands. “Fine. Continue.” So I do. I tell her about the hospital. About Doctor Chen, about the donor. At that, Claire’s entire face lights up. “Amelia, that’s amazing.” I nod. “It is.”

"You're his assistant, Adrian? Could you please order drinks from the front?" Who was this woman? Clara stared at the exclusive VIP card she was handed. Owners Clarissa! Clara felt a sense of familiarity. She planned to search for her on Baidu once she had the card. 'No way! Clarissa is a gold mining entrepreneur and owner of a globally famous app. If that's the case, she's probably very close to Adrian.' After putting her phone away, Clara bought the best drinks in the cafe using Clarissa's gold VIP card and returned with three drink tumblers to the table where her boss was sitting.

Tears brim my eyes as I look at the bold unrelenting letters. Marriage Certificate. “Maya Isabel Sanchez has agreed to become Cassian White's legal wife by signing this contract until he regains his eyesight. She has no right to cancel this contract or she will be fined five million dollars in alimony and ten million dollars in damages.” A hollow ache spread through my chest and I pry my eyes to where he stands, the words getting lodged in my throat. “How could you?” I ask the paper slipping from my fingers floating uselessly on the floor.

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

Bernadette interjected, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. A faint smile touched the woman's lips. "My father, Jasper McCain, is part of your circle. I'm Claire McCain." The name triggered a recognition deep within me. Her father, a trusted associate, managed my affairs alongside Michael. After a hesitant nod, Claire proceeded to approach the bed, settling herself beside Rebecca. Gently, she unfolded the towel, revealing the round swell of Rebecca's stomach. As she placed her hand upon it, my eyelids fluttered shut, deliberately shutting out the scene before me.

But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn’t over the little similarities between us, I had to clarify this and put it to rest before moving on to another caller. “My name is Claire, I'm eighteen years old, Mister Miguel, and I lived with my mom and my big sister Victoria. Our dad is Austin Kendall and he has a new wife and a third daughter. Is that all you wish to know about me?” she asked me, smiling so beautifully. I felt my eyes tearing up once more and I had to blink suddenly before my tears spilled down my cheeks.