"Claire," Bruce called out for the one millionth time. He was back home early from work only to see that his wife was no where to get found.After searching for a while, one of his workers noticed had told him that Claire had gone out and had been going out a lot for the past few days.Bruce frowned.Could he trust a woman who was always going out in secret because Claire never leaves the house whenever he was around.Bruce shook his head. Thinking this way was bad and not normal. He should be worried that his pregnant wife was not at home because she would be all by herself without no one to look after her.He decided to go downstairs to the sitting room and he found Claire's mother pacing up and down. It was obvious that she was awaiting her daughter's return."Do you know where she went to?" Bruce asked, startling Angela, Claire's mother."Who?"Bruce raised an eyebrow. Who else?"Claire?" She laughed nervously. "I actually don't know.""She tells you everything. Where does she alw
"Claire don't do this," Claire kept hearing in her head. While driving and she could notice that someone was following her."Was Bruce already suspecting her and had sent someone to monitor her? Or was he doing this to make sure she was safe?She heaved a sigh of frustration.Was her mother right after all? Bruce gave her anything she wanted and he is beginning to accept her.Her throat turned dry as she thought of the word.He accepted her.He loved her.They were two different sentences and can never mean the same thing.She had to pull over at a spa centre, hoping that it will stop whoever was following her from doing so.When she made sure the coast was clear, she visited Bryan again.So, here she was again, face to face with the son of a gun."Why are you late? Again," Bryan snared."I was followed and if I had not gotten lucky, I would not have noticed. We would have been screwed up," Claire replied sternly. Her voice was raspy. She was trying her best to keep her voice low and
Claire stared at the door of the room she shared with Bruce blankly. There was a high chance of Bruce being inside the room but she could not just bring herself to push the door open and look at him.How would she?Few days ago, she had harbored the thoughts of killing him taking over his properties. Today, she was about making up her mind to support her husband and live happily with him, then she saw Jade.Or she thought she did.Either way, she needed to find out if he would ever choose Jade over her.She took in a deep breath and pushed the door open. Bruce was on the bed. His eyes glued to his phone."Good day," She greetedHe raised his head to look at her. "Oh, Hello," He said and looked back at his phone.Claire smiled sadly. Yes, their relationship had improved but they were barely even friends, talk more of being lovers.Yes, Bruce no longer hated her but he does not love her either. She was only like a really important and highly paid worker of his who only has one very impo
Claire stood still, watching the bats that separated her from Bryan.She watched him as he lashed out. If the bars were absent, she most probably would have been dead.What was he thinking? That she would do whatever he asks her to just so he can take all she has worked hard for and dispose her.Claire scoffed.She would never let that happen.She recalled what happened yesterday at the cinema.Claire had shook her head when she turned to the assassin, signalling that he should() not kill Bruce.She had made up her mind not to kill him.Why get blood in her hands when she could just take all he has and punish him?What made him arrogant and tough was his money. What would happen to that toughness when the money is taken away?Claire smiled to herself. She was going to play this game her way and when she would be done, they would be no Bruce to make her feel less of herself abd they would be no Bryan to shout at her and act like a tyrant around her."You're smiling. You b**ch. You know
Still cursing under his breath, Bruce headed to his car. It was time to get back to work and quit wasting his time. Even if Jade was really here, it was a waste of time to be here anyways. If he finds her, then what?His phone beeped.Bruce hissed as he saw the reason why. It was message requesting he drove over to an address that was attached to the message with his property documents.His phone beeped again.‘We have your wife and your unborn child,’ The next message said.He frowned. Was it the same person messing with him? If he got hold of that person, he or she would be in trouble.His phone beeped again.This time, the person sent a video of his wife.She was tied up, her face was wet and her clothes dirty.One look and Bruce could tell that they were not treating her well.In split seconds, he got a video call."Bruce," Claire screamed and immediately, a hand clamped her mouth. The only face showing was Claire's.The people holding her hostage only showed their bodies.Then, a
Bruce found what was happening fishy.He did not see the kidnappers and now Ckaure wanted him to transfer all his properties to the name of the child she is yet to give birth to.He had accompanied Claire to the room and as he walked down the stairs towards the sitting room, he tried his best to connect the dots.He did not want to begin to doubt Claire but what could he do? His instincts were most times right."Sir your mail," One of his workers saud immediately he stepped into the living room.Bruce took it from him. He was expecting a mail and then one of the envelopes fell to the ground.He checked the body of the envelope. ‘For Claire. He read the address the letter was coming from and it read: ‘Dert Federal Prison.’Bruce raised an eyebrow. Why would Claire get a letter from such a place?He contemplated on opening the letter. But then if she saw that her letter was opened, she would suspect that he was unto her. He decided to keep the letter with him, make some inquiries before
"Where is your daughter?" Bruce roared immediately when he saw Angela, Claire's mother in the sitting room, pissed that she and her daughter had tricked him."Cl-Claire?" Angela swallowed. "I have no idea. What did she do? I hope everything is alright and I—""Everything is not alright," Bruce lashed out. "Your daughter tried to kill me and you knew about it.""I did not," Angela said, defending herself. "I kind of figured out that you did not get married to Claire for love at the hospital. I pretended not to know to help Claire get closer to you. I may have helped her to trick you into getting her pregnant but that was only because I felt my daughter would be happy with you but that is all I did. I had no idea that Claire tried to kill you. If I did, I would not have helped her.""So you're saying that your daughter left you behind despite knowing that I know she tried to kill me. Isn't she bothered that I'll kill you."Angela froze. "Y—you wouldn't d-do si-something like that. Right
Bruce was one person that could keep his emotions in check and not let it get the better of him.Well, that was until now. He was standing before Bryan ready to somehow pass through the bar separating them to beat him up."What do you want?" Bryan grunted."Where is Claire?" Bruce snarled."She is your wife Bruce. Not mine," Bryan snorted and Bruce grabbed him by the collar immediately."I can end your life at this very moment and go Scot free. You should be familiar with how these things work," Bruce said and Bryan's face turned red."H-how am I supposed to know where she is?""She connived with you to kill me. You're the one guiding her every move. Where is she?""You can't control your own wife. What makes you think another man can?"Holding on to Bryan's collar, Bruce pulled him towards himself. In split seconds, Bryan's face was smashed to the iron bars separating them.Bryan lifted his shaky hands to his face, wiped it like he was wiping off sweat and looked at his palms which w