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he asked. "He is Mr. Driver," Kiara said, still lost in her own world. She knew he was not the driver, but she could not control her mouth. Her father was shocked. "What driver? He is Mr. Mo, the great Mo Family's youngest master." Father Wen was flustered by her daughter's words. He was afraid that she would offend him with her careless remarks.

The email also suggested that Claire and her family were moving into the luxury residential home the next day. Claire Monet had no money, and Claire's family certainly did not have any. She was a food attendant at a KTV bar. Only Brian could have purchased the condo for his mistress. Riley barged into the condo the next day and caught Claire and her family as they moved their things. Naturally, her husband was also at the residential unit. He dropped a box of plates on the floor, shocked to come face to face with his wife.

Claire spent most of Friday shopping with her mom while Ben and his dad watched college football on TV. Even though they didn't get to spend much time together for the first three days, Claire and Ben were constantly stealing glances at each other. Ben couldn't help undressing his step-sister with his eyes after not only seeing her naked before but fucking her numerous times too. His dick would start to grow whenever he looked at her for too long so he did his best to distract himself. The worst was at Thanksgiving dinner when he was sitting across from Claire. Claire was wearing a tight, long sleeve top that showed just a hint of cleavage but it clung to her breasts. He got an erection but

“Attention? Derek, Emma and I almost died. While you ran to save my sister.” I couldn’t meet her gaze. “It wasn’t like that—” “It was exactly like that.” Her voice was cold and sharp. “You didn’t even look for us until after Adrian pulled us out. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t make me sound pathetic. Claire took a deep breath. “I’m sick of the lies, Derek. I don’t want your money. Or your house. All I want is my daughter.”

Claire let out a short laugh, sharp and knowing. “Oh please. Don’t give me that happy home performance you are so good at. Adrian called Mom this morning before I left the house.” Amelia frowned. “What?” “Yes,” Claire went on, delighting in the moment. “He told her you were angry with him. So, spare me the polished look, sis. Spill. I’m not a stranger. I’m family.” Amelia sighed deeply, setting her clipboard aside. “Adrian, always running to Mom for every little thing,” she muttered under her breath.

"You've recovered this whole time? You've been playing weak and distant just to punish me?" I didn't bother defending myself. I just looked at her with empty eyes. Claire flung the papers in my face. "I was actually going to make up for your birthday today. But since you're so ungrateful and so full of lies, forget it." She left with Dylan and Maya, locking the door behind her. I didn't care. I had no interest in going anywhere with them anyway. Not long after, Maya posted a photo on social media. Claire had her arm around Dylan, Maya beaming in the middle. The caption read: [A happy little family of three.]

Tiffany's POV By the end of the week, I had learned something interesting. Claire Monroe wasn't my biggest problem Damien Laurent was. The realization irritated me far more than I wanted to admit. I sat behind the desk in my office and stared at the closed drawer directly in front of me. Inside that drawer sat Claire's ultrasound photograph. I hadn't looked at it again since finding it because I didn't need to. The image had already burned itself into my memory. Claire was pregnant with Damien's child.

I lowered into the chair, the low hum of conversation pressing in on me from every angle. Claire dropped into the seat on my other side, “Mads,” she said, nudging me with her shoulder, “let me introduce you to my family.” One by one, she named them. The wife of the head of the Costello Family—the one Claire belonged to. Enforcer’s wife. Allie. Heiress. Ex-fed. Hollywood darling.

Mom steadied me, her expression shifting from shock to ice-cold fury as David stumbled toward us, panting. "David Sinclair," she said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass, "is this how you treat my daughter when I'm not around? Forget your CEO position. You and your mother can pack your things and head straight back to the countryside!" David, still catching his breath, flailed to defend himself. "It's not what you think! Let me explain! Claire's completely out of control—arrogant, violent—she even sicced her dog on people!" Mom's sharp eyes flicked from David to Grandma, who had ditched her cane in her frantic rush to catch up.

Suddenly, Claire pushed me away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Noah.” "I got carried away. Thank you for being here when I needed someone the most." "It's nothing, really. "You're Liam's mom, which means we’re family. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here." After all, comforting such a beautiful woman was my sacred duty as a man. "Are you really going through with the divorce?" Claire nodded. "He’s been seeing a college girl. He barely comes home anymore."