Claire Ward Novels & Stories

CLAIRE IS CURRENTLY inside Blaire’s car. She was discharged. She should feel fine but apparently she can’t think properly. She doesn't know how to approach Blaire without making him upset. It seems that every time she says something, all she can get is his sarcasm and mockery.

DARREN’s P.O.V. I looked at Claire, who is now nervously staring at her reflection on the mirror. I almost laugh as she trembles when my hands touches her shoulders. “Hey...” I greeted her, trying to suppress my laughter. “You startled me!” she complained. “Sorry, wife. Just, don’t be nervous, okay? Dad will be the one who supposed to be surprised so please, stop worrying now,” I assured her. “Okay... I just... What if... What if he doesn’t like Cloey? Or what if... He’ll be mad because you didn’t come home for over half a year here...”

Claire's life started moving again after her mother left town. She made some friends who lived near Alex. Like a dark-skinned woman named Marzee, a final-year pharmacy student, and medical students named Winda and Faisal. However, Claire wasn't very close to them. For her right now, she just wanted to focus on studying, becoming a nurse, and doing her best for her future. She didn't want to disappoint Alex, who had already given her a lot of help and guidance. She wanted to make Alex proud of her, although her feelings for Alex were hard to describe.

"And I heard you." "Then why are you still walking away?" I was about to answer when Claire knocked lightly on the open door. "Sorry," she said, looking at me first. "Lily Monroe is outside. She says she needs Adrian for wardrobe." Adrian closed his eyes for half a second. Of course she was here. A moment later, Lily appeared behind Claire in a white stage dress under an oversized coat, her hair pinned up loosely, cheeks flushed from the rain. She stopped when she saw me, then looked from me to Adrian with a small, careful smile.

The door creaked open, revealing Claire dressed in 4-inch Louboutin heels, a red gown, red gloves, and a red hat that covered half of her face as she sashayed in. My mouth fell wide open while I gawked at her; she was exquisite. "What is she doing here?" The shareholders demanded frantically. "Don't tell me you brought your wife here because you thought she was important and..." Claire ran her hands gently on my shoulders before placing her purse right on the table and, with a piercing gaze, gazed at Eldora:

It still oozed with pain. Cole's back stiffened. He gritted his teeth as he shook his head. "Zara!" He huffed while turning around to leave the ward. He met Claire's best friend outside, Penelope Baker. A brunette beauty with lush-hued gaze, little nose and pouty lips. She was out of the country when Claire's anniversary was there. As a fashion designer by profession, she often left Bloomcrest to conduct fashion weeks that featured her designs. It was only in the afternoon that she returned... Only to get the news of Claire being admitted to hospital last night.

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

“Riley, at least I know that you're not a gold digger.” “Oh, really?” Riley’s smile deepened. “Then what is my name?” Zared looked baffled. “Are you kidding me, Riley?” "Who's Riley,” she urged. “What-" Riley shook her head, laughing. “I'm Clara, and guess what? I'm the gold digger here, you just lost your wife assuming it was the other way around.” She said mockingly. Zared stared at her in shock. "Riley-" "Clara, Clara Brown, you must know my father."

They moved into the study together, the door closing softly behind them. I told myself not to imagine things. Not to assume. But every second they spent behind that door felt like a personal test I was failing. When she finally left an hour later, I pretended to be absorbed in my phone. “Amara,” Adrian said. I looked up. “This is Claire Laurent,” he said. “A former associate.” Former. She smiled at me, assessing. “So you’re the wife.” “Yes,” I said evenly. “I didn’t expect… warmth,” she added, glancing between us. “Adrian doesn’t usually allow people close.”

Lyra immediately adjusted so that her body was covering the ‘Wilson’. The women were now standing in front of her. One of them looked older— maybe late twenties. Her hair was styled as a short bob. She was clad in a long-sleeved corporate black dress and stilettos. “Good morning, I'm Claire. Head of product strategy,” Claire said. “I've been handling most of the company's projects for years.” “Oh, hi, I'm Lyra.” She extended her hand. Marie, who was behind Claire didn't speak, so Lyra assumed she was Claire's assistant.