Jim X Claire Novels & Stories

As I reached the last step, I saw him. Standing by the entrance. My breath caught. He turned when he heard my footsteps, and my feet went cold. “Claire,” he said. Fear crawled up my spine. It was like he changes after each day I see him. He looked… different. Still older. Sexier. More confident. His shoulders were broader, his jaw firmer. Everything about him pointed at his awareness of how much he was worth. And annoyingly, he looked even more handsome than I remembered. I hated that thought and pushed it away immediately.

The person who was bound hand and foot inside the cabinet, gagged and trembling, was Claire, who was supposed to be freezing in the wind and playing with penguins at the South Pole. With tears and snot streaking down her face as she stared at me with the most pitiful expression she could muster, she silently begged me to spare her. On the screen, Margaret was shrieking, hurling every vile curse she could think of at me. I barely spared her a glance. I simply scoffed, "You came up with dreams and that injury-transfer trick, but you can't stand me fixing the problem at its root?"

He gritted his teeth. “Claire and her dead brother weren’t the children of Harris but his wife’s illegitimate children. She got pregnant by one of your employees and it was too late to abort the babies. Harris’ hatred for Claire had this reason. You killed the infant boy but your wife saved the girl. Luckily, she saved the evidence. Should I go and tell Claire’s mother this truth or the police? Think about your reputation, Mr. Jones before you ever try to hurt Claire.” I revealed the dirtiest truth of his life which he kept buried all these years. I turned back and walked towards my father’s grave.

Claus, the man from the parking lot, stood before them, his gaze lingering on Cassandra. "Jim, sorry to interrupt," Claus said, his deep voice commanding attention. "I need to discuss the Smith account." Cassandra felt uneasy as Claus's eyes met hers, but Jim's reassuring squeeze dispelled her unease. After a brief discussion, Claus departed, leaving the couple to their romantic moment. As he walked out he met Karen. "That your friend in Jim's office?" He asked her. "No sir, I'm sure Mr Jim informed you about his wedding. That's Cassandra his bride to be." She replied with a straight face.

Jack muttered with a mischievous smile “Whoever I came with won’t miss me,” Claire replied reassuring him, but she knew Jack didn’t care if they were interrupted as long as he got his way with her first. Claire looked back hand in hand with Jack down the hallway to his room, She could see Axel trailing them but a woman soon stopped him pulling him to the side and distracting him from following her. Claire frowns at how easy it was to distract Axel, She wished she could signal him but she doesn’t want to blow her cover in front of Jac

Josephine smiled briefly, "I'm happy when I know that… he's happy with you." Claire nodded her head, "I'm also happy with him." She still remembered her happiness with Michael, then his departure a few hours ago because he went to Italy. "We are happy." Claire continued walking after letting go of her hug from Josephine. She turned her head when their steps stopped in front of the room door—her old room when she lived in the Williams house.

"I got you pregnant? I don't even know you." "It's me, Adam." I said, looking into his eyes. "Claire." "Claire?" His brows furrowed as he examined my face. "I don't know — Claire?" His eyes widened, and he finally recognized me. "You've changed." Well. I looked different from two months ago. I was no longer wearing my black rimmed glasses. And my hair was now short. "Yeah." "But what are you talking about, Claire? How could you be pregnant? You said you have cancer?"

I said "Then what about Mr. One night stand huh" she said My eyes widened in realization and my already pale face became paler. "Claire, did you use a condom with him" she asked slowly while looking at me with fear "I....I.... Don't know" I said "Claire! How could you be so irresponsible" mecca yelled "I was drunk mecca and I wasn't thinking about all that stuff in that moment" I argued back "Oh we are fucked" mecca said

Like the silence before a storm that smells too clean. We had rattled him. But we had also exposed ourselves. Claire met my eyes across the hallway as the security team escorted her inside. “You were right,” she said quietly. “It was never about the company. Not really.” “No,” I agreed. “It’s about you.” And now we knew—Liam didn’t want to destroy her. He wanted to take her. ---

But standing there, watching him, I realized something—I didn’t need to waste another ounce of emotion on a man who could lie to himself so convincingly. “There’s no illusion, Mrs. Claire,” he said, his tone hardening. “It’s a fact.” This time, I scoffed. “You know what your problem is, Liam?” I said, my gaze locking onto his. “You may have dug into my background, but you still don’t know who I am.” A flicker of confusion crossed his face, subtle but unmistakable. I took a step closer, letting my words sink in. “The version of Claire you think you know?” I added with a faint smile. “That’s barely a fraction of me. Just like it’s nearly impossible to uncover everything about you… I only show