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As he waited for Claire to reunite with her daughter, Oliver discussed with Dante about the kidnapping incident. "Where's the fucker who did this?" He asked, his jaws clenching. "He ran away... my men chased after him but the bastard managed to escape. We are still searching for him and the one behind him," Danter said, running a hand through his curly hair. "I want him found and dealt with," Oliver ordered, his eyes narrowing as the air around him turned cold. "So, are you and Claire like back together now?" Dante asked, looking at the older man standing next to him. Oliver was a big brother to all the younger ones who were born later after he joined the Ford family. Everyone looked up to him. Dante often went over to the Ford mansion during school holidays. He was Evelyn Ford's agemate and also, her best friend. Oliver smiled despite the turmoil in his heart. He nodded and said, "She's the only one who can be my wife." When Claire finally calmed down, Oliver walked to h
Oliver led Claire into the Ford Paradise hotel, going to the VIP section of the hotel restaurant. He was carrying Thalia in his arms and Quinn had excused herself after reading the room After arriving at one of the private booths, Claire turned to Oliver and asked, “Can I talk to my daughter first? We can’t just drop a bomb on her.” Oliver frowned, not wanting to leave his daughter even for a minute but he understood. He didn’t want to confuse Thalia either. Nodding, he placed Thalia on the floor and replied, “I’ll be close.” However, Thalia grabbed his pants before he could move. She glanced up at him with large doe eyes and said, “Don’t go, Uncle.” After calming down, she no longer addressed Oliver as her ‘daddy’ knowing her mother didn’t like it. Oliver felt a pang of pain in his heart. He was Thalia’s biological father and yet, she called him uncle. His stomach twisted with guilt knowing it was his fault that he was not in his daughter's life from her time of birth. He c
“Dad! Help me!” Jessica barged into her father’s study at the Hart mansion. The man frowned, concern creeping into him as he looked at his scared daughter. “What’s wrong, Jessy? Why are you shouting as if you’ve seen a ghost?” Adam Hart joked even though he was worried sick. It was unlike Jessica to lose composure like this. Jessica’s chest heaved, her breathing heavy as she tried to calm herself down. She had just received news that Oliver got involved and found Claire’s daughter, which meant, not only did he know that Claire’s child was his, but he would soon find out who kidnapped the child and sent Claire threats. Knowing Oliver would be coming for her soon, Jessica panicked and ran to her father to ask for help. “I just wanted to scare Claire a little so I asked someone to take her daughter-” “You did what?!” Adam’s eyes widened in horror. “It wasn’t anything dangerous, I swear. After finding out Oliver is the father of Claire’s little brat, I panicked and wanted to ge
A few days had passed and Thalia was finally returning to school after resting at home to get over the kidnapping incident. Luckily, no harm was done to her, apart from the scare they gave her by taking her away from her family. Claire found a way to sneak Thalia out of her house without her mother's knowledge knowing how she would react if she found out about Oliver knowing he was Thalia's father. She made Thalia promise to keep it a secret so that they could "surprise" Katherine later on with the news. Thalia thought it was cool so she agreed to keep it a secret. In her young mind, she thought it was fun to surprise her Grandma later. "Daddy, are you going to pick me up from school?" Thalia glanced at Oliver and asked him. They were seated in the backseat of the sleek black car as they took her to school. Oliver had been adamant about taking his daughter to school and providing security for her twenty-four-seven. Claire had no choice but to accept his offer since the kidnapp
Roxanne sent the picture she took to her husband and sent him a text. [Check this out, Babe. This child looks exactly like Claire.] A response came through immediately at the speed of light. Henry: [I didn’t know she had a child… how old is she?] Roxanne bit her lip. From what she could see, the child was between five to six years old. Her years were tallying with the years that Claire had disappeared. Could the child be…? Her heart raced at the thought that had crossed her mind. How good would it be if it were true? However, just assuming wasn’t enough. She needed to confirm her suspicions! Approaching the little girl who was playing with some toys on the ground, Roxanne crouched down on her haunches despite being in heels. She glanced at the child and smiled sweetly, saying, “Hi, my love. You’re so pretty. My name is Roxanne… what’s your name?” Thalia blinked as she looked at the woman before her. She didn’t look like she was a bad person and the aura she was oozing was
Henry Ford rushed over to the school when his wife called him and told him they were already grandparents. "Where is she? Where's our Granddaughter?" Henry asked excitedly, grabbing his wife's arms. Roxanne chuckled, loving his enthusiasm. She arched an eyebrow and remarked, "You seem excited. Did you want us to have another child?" Henry squinted his eyes. He wrapped his arm around her waist and stated, "No... I was done getting you pregnant. Those little rascals always stole your attention. I'm just happy about being a Grandfather. Can you imagine? I'm so proud of our son." "I know... our family is growing," Roxanne stated with a smile. It didn't take long for Thalia to be brought over to the principal's office where the two adults introduced themselves. "I'm your Grandma, sweetie. Your father's Mommy," Roxanne said with a smile as she looked at Thalia. "Really? You're my Grandma?" Thalia clarified and when Roxanne nodded, Thalia jumped into her arms. "Grandma! Daddy t
Oliver's eyebrows creased and a flare of anger rushed through him. So, the person knew Thalia was his daughter and they still went ahead to kidnap her? They must have been courting death. "Who is it?" He practically growled, his jaws clenching from anger. However, he didn't expect the name that left Dante's lips. "It's Jessica Hart. I heard she wanted to drive Claire and her daughter away from Brentwood City." Oliver's eyes flitted with flames of fury. "Is he willing to testify against her?" He asked through gritted teeth. "The bastard bit his tongue," Dante hissed, clearly frustrated. "He didn't want to confess until we almost tortured him to death. It seems he owed the Harts a lot, why else would he kill himself for them?" "Ok... I'll deal with it. Thanks for the help," Oliver replied and ran a hand through his hair, pulling at his locks roughly. He then grabbed his car keys and drove to the Hart mansion in a blind rage. How dare they mess with his family? Oliver already
Claire was in her office when Oliver walked in wearing a tailor-made navy suit. His sandy brown hair was styled into an elegant quiff with the top part longer than the sides and the back. He flashed Claire a smile, his hands in his pockets as he proposed, "I want to have lunch with you." Claire raised an eyebrow. Despite him looking like a god, she couldn't spend time alone with him. She shook her head and replied, "I'm afraid I'm going to decline, Mr Ford-" "Really? Are you still going to call me Mr Ford? Claire, we have a daughter... I don't like this distance between us," Oliver stated, his eyes boring into Claire. "It's just lunch and there's also something I want to talk to you about." "What is it that you want to talk about?" Claire asked. "You can say it here." "No... it's lunch time and I don't want to starve you. Let's talk as we eat," Oliver insisted. He then added, "It's about Thalia too. We need to discuss how we are going to do this, not so?" Claire sighed, know