Clare Hamilton Novels & Stories

Genesis scoffed, “Do you even believe the words that are coming out of your mouth? If it’s not your identity, do you think I would spare a glance at you now given how poor your family was in the past? “Hamlin, you might have made it now and become Kent Synder’s secretary, and I admit that you have a bright future, but a secretary is as far as you can go. “You think you’re the mayor? No! You are just responsible for writing reports, making tea, and arranging the mayor’s schedule. “Since when interfering with the Tiger’s Cave operation is a part of your responsibility? Besides, does a secretary have enough power to do that?” She looked at Hamlin scornfully, showing no respect to him despite th

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

“How about your plan, are you still going to do it?” Liam asked, peering at Chico after the others left the room. He was becoming tired of Hamilton’s rule for the same reasons, especially not having enough blood. He felt angered by the lifeless man’s body that Hamilton brought in, hating that he would continue to drink the blood of the slaves whenever he wanted and not caring about them. He would not even let them have their own kill.

Liam was so scared his teeth were chattering, and he could barely stand up. “I don’t fire people without evidence. But if I do have evidence, I won’t let anyone off the hook. If Mr. Liam, you have any objections, we can settle this matter through legal channels.” “President Hamilton, I know I was wrong! I acted impulsively and made a wrong decision! Please… please spare me! If this gets out, I won’t be able to hold my head up in Hemsworth!”

Chase stuttered and they all laughed. At breakfast, Pricillia Black waited for her daughter to be through with her breakfast. She needs to talk to her and hear her out. When Rosalinda was through, Pricillia Black asked "what do you think about Alexander Hamilton?" Alexander Hamilton is her bestie's son, Grace Hamilton. He just returned from abroad and the two mothers arranged a blind date for them. Grace wished she could make her son Alexander fall in love with Pricillia's daughter. And the latter wished it so, too.

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

"You don't still want to be with him, do you?" Ava gave her a cold smile. "Not at all," she said, her voice strong and clear. "I'm just concerned that if Liam isn't here, the paperwork isn't gonna be filed," she added, her eyes fixed on the stack of documents Missus Hamilton held. "Don't worry," Missus Hamilton said, her voice smooth like silk but cold as ice. "With the Hamilton family connections, a small minor detail like that will be handled." Ava narrowed her eyes slightly, her lips curling into a faint, sarcastic smile. She didn't believe in that kind of confidence, not anymore.

One hour ago... As soon as Leo walked inside the meeting hall with Mike and Ida, everyone stood up to show their respect to the most talented and smart president of the Hamilton group. The aloof, cold, and calculating Leo Hamilton is an enigma in the business world. He is a mystery to everyone. No one managed to even scrape the surface of what Leo could do. Leo managed to turn the entire Hamilton group into profits after the demise of his father and brother one after another. People whisper that they were killed. But no one knows what the truth is.

She wasn’t supposed to smoke indoors, but who cared anymore? Across the street, a deli owner was yelling at a delivery guy double-parked in front of the hydrant. Just... normal people with normal problems. She needed this story. Devon Hamilton wasn’t just scandal-worthy—he was a Hamilton. Son of the man who practically kept half of Manhattan in motion. And then there was Damian Lawson, the son of another politician. Dead in a wreck, too fast, too suspicious, and just close enough to Devon to make her instincts twitch. Celeste blew out a trail of smoke and pulled out her phone. She opened her photos.

Bad thoughts take over and I almost go back home, but I don't waste time getting out of my car as soon as I find a parking spot. Reaching my office, I open the door and hear someone behind me. Turning around, I see Mr. Lawrence standing there. "Dear, Mr. Hamilton was looking for you earlier." He looks away and stares at the wall. "I do hope you don't think I am prying, but you shouldn't mix business with pleasure. Mr. Hamilton isn't a man you should get involved with if you want a relationship. He is a womanizer."