Claire Hundred Novels & Stories

"Claire Bennett." Lily blinked. The name rang a bell. Then it hit her—Claire Bennett. The billionaire investor and entrepreneur known for supporting young talent. She had investments in several fashion brands, tech startups, and even media houses. "You… know me?" Lily asked, confused. Claire chuckled. "Of course I do. I saw your design portfolio. It came across my desk a few months ago. Your ideas, your sketches—they were different. Raw, but honest. And more importantly, bold. I've been trying to get in touch with you since."

I whispered. "This is Claire Henderson. The girl who was supposed to marry Damien. She's in St. Catherine's Hospital in New York. The best private hospital in the city. Your former family donated forty billion dollars to build it." "Why does she look like that? Where are the doctors?" I asked, feeling pity for her. Lysander's expression darkened. "Eleanor Blackwood gave orders that Claire is to receive minimal care. The staff has been told to stay away from her room. To let her die slowly."

muttered Claire tapping her finger on the table waiting for an account to emerge that she used to use before migrating to London due to her previous case . When the account has been established, she starts playing her fingers over the keyboard on the laptop and the numbers are printed on the laptop. She didn't even notice that the man behind her was watching her closely, except for Yoel of course, who was taking Jimmy's cellphone and himself's laptop wrestling on the sofa. Claire began to pay attention to some picture and one video. The caption information right below the video was explaining the chronology, which is the topic of the recording. She stopped playing the video at the 4th minu

Clare walked into the studio and as always, all heads turned to her. A young lady ran up to her. “Good morning, Miss Timbers. I'm Tina and I'll be your personal assistant for the duration of this movie. Please, let me take your bag." Clare removed her glasses, and for the first time, looked at the person talking to her. “Do you think I'd let you touch my twenty thousand dollar Prada bag, with your dirty hands? Take me to your director. I need my private dressing room." Clare looked at her with disgust.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE… (Claire the original) Raul and his friends head out bright and early following the bus the teenagers used arrived in for their bonfire party. Claire had invited Kal who also invited his friends and they all rolled out into Claire’s house. Claire is a rich orphan whose parents left her a great amount of money in her savings, good enough to care for her needs until she’s done with college. Claire lived all by herself with no chaperons to watch her. She is a nineteen-year-old lady whose twentieth birthday was coming soon. She had invited Raul and his friends.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

"I won’t waste myself again." "Oh! About work," she said, remembering. "We have this tough client I haven’t been able to land. Maybe you’ll have better luck." "Who is it?" "A wealthy French investor. He’s passionate about art, but he's really picky. I’ve pitched to him so many times with no luck." "I can try," I offered. "What’s the worst that can happen?" "Exactly!" Nia grinned. "With your taste and eye for design, I’m sure you’ll win him over."

I asked calmly, hoping that she’d say yes. "I am certain that I'll be able to." she said, then I made a silent wish hoping that Bill’s theory was correct. "Alright, look at the following picture on my phone, swipe to your right until you recognize the person" I said and gave her my phone. I had gathered the picture of every female in the pack. Not wanting to wait for Lucy again. Claire swiped through the pictures on the phone uttering "no" on each one, with Nelson sitting on the other side of her. The first was Lucy Richards, then Maya Woods , then Nora Walker, Anna Perkins , then Jennifer Alvarez, then Zoe Wilson , then Eva Watkins

The man husked and I smiled. Unlike any other smile, I was finding it difficult to control my smile. I don't know why my mood was lightened but I felt like I'd seen one of my dream celebrities. "I'm Claire" I simply said, still staring at him. Our eyes met several times during breakfast and it only made me smile at myself. "Love at first sight. Is this it?" I questioned myself. I never for once believed that that kind of love was ever real, but today, I was being skeptical.

So, tell me, why exactly are you back? "What do you mean?" Claire frowned slightly. "I know you, Claire. You don't just visit without a reason. What is this really about?" ​"I don't understand," Claire replied smoothly, reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. "I just wanted a change of scenery." She began idly tapping through I*******m stories. Photo after photo flickered across her screen—fashion updates, travel clips, high-society events—until she swiped to a post featuring Julian at a recent company gala. Her thumb paused over the screen.