Ch. 261..270

The Wedding Day Finished

The doctor kept Aria under observation for a full day, conducting tests to monitor her condition. When the results came back, her blood pressure had returned to normal, the baby's heartbeat was

stable, and there was no further spotting. The doctor was satisfied with her progress and gave her the go-ahead to return home, though he emphasized the need for rest and prescribed medication to ensure her recovery.

In the days that followed, Emily refrained from taking Aria out shopping as originally planned. Instead, Alessandro arranged for a designer to visit their home, allowing both Emily and

Aria to select anything they needed in the comfort of their own space. Matteo remained in Florence, occasionally traveling to Paris for work.

Meanwhile, Emily took full control of M.P. Interiors, shouldering all the responsibilities that Aria used to handle as the founder and owner of the company. She made sure Aria didn't have to worry about the business, overseeing all the branches and recruiting additional staff to help manage the workload. Alessandro, too, lent his support, assisting with the hiring process and conducting interviews. He also managed some high- profile clients and projects, helping to fill in for Aria as she focused on her health.

Everything went smoothly, and at long last, the day they had all been eagerly awaiting had arrived-the wedding day.

A seven-star hotel was booked for the grand occasion, and guests from all over the world were invited. This included Matteo's clients and connections, as well as Alessandro and Aria's delegates and clients. Aria's family from her mother's side-

her brother, the Duke, Lord Alexander, and her mother, Lady Camille- were also in attendance. Emily, however, refused to invite any of her relatives, believing them to be selfish and nothing more.

Gia and Maximo were super excited, knowing a secret that everyone else was in on-except their mom. Alessandro had kept the surprise a secret from Aria, and the twins couldn't wait for that moment to come to reality.

In one of the suites, Emily was getting ready for the day. Aria was there as well, sitting patiently as makeup artists worked their magic on her.

"Oh God, Emily, I don't understand why I need all this heavy makeup," Aria rolled her eyes, her pregnancy making her slightly more sensitive to the fuss. At four months along, she had gained a little weight, but Emily had insisted on customizing the gown similar to her wed last minute.

"Come on, bestie, you're my bridesmaid. You need to look great!" Emily pouted, pressing her point sweetly.

"Okay!" Aria gave in, though her eyes widened at her friend's excitement. "But it's your day, and you should be the one who steals the show."

"How about we both steal the show?" Emily grinned wickedly, then quickly bit her tongue, cursing herself for accidentally hinting at the surprise.

"What do you mean?" Aria's eyes narrowed, now suspicious.

Emily quickly backpedaled, realizing she might have spoiled Alessandro's big surprise for Aria. "I mean... you're my sister, and you're my only family. I need you with me the whole time."

"Alright, alright!" Aria sighed in mock defeat. "No need to emotionally blackmail me. I'm doing it." She shrugged giving in and Emily laughed in victory

"That's my girl!" she grinned, feeling relieved the surprise wasn't ruined-yet.

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"Mom! Emily! You both look so beautiful!" Gia and Maximo burst into the room, their voices filled with excitement. Camille followed closely behind them, ready to take the girls to the wedding hall. "Ready?" she asked, her eyes glowing with joy, and both, Emily and Aria nodded, smiling.

"You both look like the most beautiful brides I've ever seen," Camille's voice cracked with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes. She had missed her daughter's wedding when she first got married to Alessandro, and it was overwhelming to see her in a wedding gown. "Mom, it's Emily who's the bride today. I'm already married, remember?" Aria smiled gently, hurrying over to comfort her mother.

"I know, sweetheart. It's just... you look so beautiful, my princess," Camille said, her voice thick with love and pride. She cupped Aria's face in her hands and kissed her forehead softly.

Aria held her mother's hand tenderly, pressing soft kisses to both the back of her hands with deep love. Camille's heart swelled with pride, watching the quiet exchange between her daughter and herself.

Emily, however, stood off to the side, watching them with a bittersweet smile. Her eyes glistened as memories of her own parents flooded her mind. Today, more than ever, she missed them. A few silent tears escaped her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, hoping no o

But Camille did. Without hesitation, she beckoned Emily over. "Come here, sweetheart."

Emily smiled, walking slowly to her, trying to hold herself together. Camille wrapped her arms around her, pressing a gentle kiss to Emily's temple. Emily hugged her tightly feeling the warmth and comfort of her embrace. Aria joined them, wrapping her arms around both of them, creating a circle of love and support.

"Don't think you're alone," Camille whispered, her voice full of reassurance. "We're here. Your family is here."

Emily hummed softly, nodding as she pulled back from the hug, comforted by their words and the reminder that, though her parents weren't there, she had this family-one that cared for her deeply.

"Come on," Aria squealed with excitement, urging Emily along. "Matteo will be waiting for his bride so impatiently!"

Emily couldn't help but giggle at Aria's enthusiasm. Camille gently wiped a stray tear from Emily's cheek, careful not to disturb her makeup.

"Let's go then," Emily beamed, a warm smile lighting up her face.

Gia and Maximo, looking adorable in their little outfits, took their places as the flower girl and boy. They each grabbed one of Emily's hands. Emily glanced down to admire her little angels, Gia was dressed in a pink, long, beautiful gown, while Maximo wore a sharp blue tuxedo. They both held gorgeous bouquets their

smiles lighting up the room as they walked hand in hand on either side of Emily toward the hall.

However, she was still a little

confused-noone had decided who would walk her down the aisle. As they reached the entrance of the

hall, Emily's eyes sparkled with et

surprise and joy when she saw the person waiting for her at the aisle. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was.

 

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Surprise! Surprise!

"Oh my god!" Emily gasped, her eyes wide with happiness and disbelief. "You... you're really here!"

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"Of course I had to be here," came the deep, enchanting voice, paired with his signature charming smile. He stood there, effortlessly captivating, and for a moment, Emily forgot she was the bride

Without hesitation, she ran forward to hug the man adored by millions, yet still here to bless her on her wedding day, despite his busy schedule.

"Adam!" Emily hugged him tightly. "I never imagined the famous superstar would actually come to my wedding."

"Come on," Adam chuckled, hugging her back with a fond smile. "How could I miss it? My friend is getting married. I always show up for my friends, Emily Yang."

Aria watched their exchange with a smile. She'd known about Adam's surprise but had kept it under wraps because he'd insisted on surprising Emily himself.

Emily had always thought of herself as a common woman, someone who wouldn't be

on the radar of a movie star like Adam Whitmore. So, when she sent the invitation, she never imagined he'd actually show up. But to her astonishment, the superstar arrived with his wife, Claire, turning the wedding into an event that was already causing a stir. "And if I hadn't come, who would have walked you down the aisle?" Adam teased with his trademark alluring smile.

Emily blinked, her mind racing as she tried to process what she'd just heard. She turned to Claire, standing next to Adam, who gave her a subtle nod of confirmation, mouthing a congratulation.

"Oh my god," Emily gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. "The Adam Whitmore is going to walk me down the aisle?!"

She jokingly staggered as though about to faint, but Adam quickly caught her arm, laughing. "Careful now don't actually faint. Wouldn't want to steal all the attention on your big day."

Adam's expression softened as he looked at her, sincerity shining in his gaze. "Emily, I'm genuinely happy for you," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "From everything I've heard and seen about you and Matteo, I can tell he truly loves you. But...," he paused, his tone carry you have a friend in Adam Whitmore who will shake the whole world to protect you."

Emily's heart swelled, emotions brimming as she looked at Adam. "Aww, I know, Adam," she managed, her voice thick with gratitude. "But trust me, Matteo would never break my heart."

Adam raised his eyebrows playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah-huh! Someone's in love!" he teased, drawing out the words in a singsong tone. Emily laughed, lightly punching his upper arm in mock

annoyance.

"Adam, did you forget us?" Gia and Maximo stepped forward, placing their little hands on their hips, striking a playful pose.

"Never, my little angels," Adam grinned, bending down to their level and opening his arms for a hug. Gia and Maximo ran into his embrace, sharing a sweet moment that tugged at Adam's heart. He still felt a special bond with them, almost as if they were his own and his ey of his heart would always hold a place for herClaire overheard her husband's words-oops, her contractual husband-and felt a stir in her heart. He wasn't the arrogant, rude man she had once known when she

worked as his PR manager. She had never seen this softer, sweeter side of him before. As she stood there, watching him with Emily, she realized how different he was now. In this moment, he wasn't the arrogant, untouchable celebrity she'd once known- he was genuine, protective, and kind. As she watched him make Emily's big day even more special, she realized there was so much more to him than she had ever imagined.

"Alright, let's get moving, everyone!" Claire interrupted with an enthusiastic tone. "Matteo is waiting for his bride," she reminded them.

Adam offered his arm, and Emily hooked hers through his with a smile. As the music began to play, signaling the start of the ceremony, Adam walked Emily down the aisle. Her heart thumped with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and joy. She kept her gaze lowered, savo the altar.

Finally, she lifted her eyes and saw Matteo standing there, watching her with pure astonishment, his eyes gleaming. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his appearance.

The black tuxedo clung perfectly to his exquisite sculpted frame, exuding elegance and confidence, while the handmade Italian shoes gleamed with a polished finish. A subtle burgundy tie added a touch of richness to the ensemble, while the diamond- studded cufflinks caught the light, sparkling like tiny stars under the bright ceiling fixtures. His face, smooth and clean-shaven, highlighted the sharpness of his features, and his dark brown hair was styled back

with an effortless precision, giving him an air of undeniable sophistication. He was the picture of a modern Greek god who radiated both power and grace, effortlessly drawing all eyes to him.

Emily couldn't take her eyes off her man as he looked so incredibly handsome. Her heart raced with excitement, and her mouth went dry with the realization that this deliciously handsome man was hers forever.

But when her eyes met his, she caught a glimpse of tears-

both of them were filled with happiness. Alessandro, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo like Matteo's and standing as his best man, clapped Matteo on the back with a soft smile. A single tear slipped down Matteo's cheek, and, overwhelmed with emotion, he discreetly pulled the true love she once thought would be impossible to find.

As she stopped near the stage, Matteo quickly stepped forward, offering his hand. Adam placed Emily's hand in Matteo's, saying softly, "Take care of her." Matteo nodded and pulled her gently up onto the stage.

Emily smiled at him as his admiring

eyes slowly roamed over her. Her wedding gown, crafted from the finest silk and lace, sparkled with diamonds along the sweetheart neckline, catching the light with every movement. Her caramel brown hair cascaded in loose curls, styled elegantly and parted in the middle, giving her a glam diva-like look. The subtle makeup she wore enhanced her already stunning features, giving her an effortless beauty that left Matteo breathless. As he gazed at her, he found it hard to focus on anything else, yearning to forget the audience around them. He longed to reach out, to run his fingers through her hair, to pull her closer and kiss those pouty lips he had wanted since she entered this room.

"Mon amour, you look incredibly stunning," he whispered in her ear, placing a tender kiss on her cheek.

Emily blushed and bit her lip shyly, about to tell Matteo how handsome he looked, when suddenly they heard a throat clear.

"If you allow, may we proceed with the wedding rituals the officiant asked, his tone slightly annoyed.Emily pressed her lips to suppress her smile, while Matteo shot the officiant a sharp glance, though he said nothing, simply nodding in agreement. The officiant moved on, addressing the guests who had gathered for the ceremony. Then he turned to Emily and asked, "Do you, Emily Yang, take Matteo Vinci as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, for better or worse, until death do you part?"

Emily looked deeply into Matteo's eyes, her heart overflowing with love. With a steady voice, she answered, "I do."

The officiant then turned to Matteo, asking, "Do you, Matteo Vinci, take Emily Yang as your wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health; till death do us part?"

Matteo didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yes, I do," he said, his voice filled with certainty, as he pulled Emily

into his arms.

"Now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may... kiss your bride," the officiant began, but his words trailed

off as the couple kissed, not waiting for his cue. The officiant sighed and shook his head with a knowing smile, stepping aside to keep the register open for them to sign when their romantic moment had passed.

The guests and audience cheered, whistling and clapping, but suddenly, everyone stopped as the spotlight

 

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A Dream Proposal

Aria was stunned, looking around as the realization hit her-

only she was under the spotlight. She stood there, frozen, shocked, unsure of what was happening. Before she could process it, another spotlight shifted, landing on a far corner. Her already confused eyes widened with more curiosity as she saw her husband, Alessandro, With his usual charming smile, he began to walk toward her and the spotlight followed him, while Aria furrowed her brows in growing confusion. What was going on? she wondered. It was supposed to be Emily's special day-she should be the one in the spotlight, right? Aria's gaze remained fixed on Alessandro as he closed the distance between them, finally stopping just before her. The entire hall was silent, every pair of eyes focused on them with a mixture of intense curiosity and anticipation.

"What's going on, Alessandro?" Aria asked, frowning and whispering, her voice tinged with confusion.

But Alessandro only let out a sharp breath, as if preparing himself for something.

"Amore mio, did I ever tell you how much you mean to me?" he asked, his eyes and voice both brimming with love, the mix of emotions flooding inside him.

Aria smiled, nodding. "Yes, every day. In fact, today, you've told me this... about..." She looked up, trying to recall, before adding, "Four times since this morning." Alessandro chuckled, shaking his head.

"But that's still not enough, cuore mio. Because you don't even know what you are to me... more than anyone could ever realize," he said, stepping closer to her. He took both of her hands in his and gazed deeply into her eyes, his voice full of earnest devotion. "I lived my His eyes darkened as he remembered his troubled childhood, and Aria noticed his jaw clenched, his gaze becoming distant.

Swiftly, she reacted, moving closer to him, brushing her body against his while squeezing his hands slightly to draw him back to her. He smiled, offering her reassurance.

"But then you came into my life," he continued, his voice softening, "and gave me what I always wanted... true love and a lovely family. You made me believe in marriage again, in the possibility of a happily ever after. You are my light, my angel. I am never going to let you go," he promised.

Then, to Aria's surprise, he dropped to one knee before her. A gasp left her lips.

Oh God, was it really happening? She had always dreamed about this moment as a young girl, but never thought it would become a reality for her.

Alessandro released one of her hands to free his own so he could pull out a velvet box from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. Aria's heartbeat quickened as she realized what was happening.

Alessandro seemed nervous as he opened the velvet box, his throat bobbing as he licked his dry lips before asking, "Aria Valentino, will you marry me... again and make me the happiest man alive... once more?"

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"Yes, Alessandro Valentino. I will marry you again, and again, and again..." she began, her voice trembling with excitement, but

Alessandro couldn't let her spearet

anymore. He had already slipped the ring onto her finger and pulled her

into his arms, kissing her deeply to

silence her emotional words.

A tear slipped from Aria's eye as she smiled through their kiss. Alessandro broke their kiss and, holding her hand, led her to the altar. Now, it all made sense.

"So that's why I was forced to wear this wedding gown, she mused, still in a daze.

"I wanted to give you the best proposal and the best wedding, vita mia," Alessandro said, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand as they continued heading toward the altar.

"You did a good job, hubby," Aria giggled, genuinely happy. She glanced at her brother and mother, who grinned at her. Her mother wiped her smiling eyes as her happiness reflected in the glimmer of her tears. Aria then turned to see Emily and Matteo, who had cleared the stage for them and were smiling, winking at the couple.

Gia and Maximo cheered, "Mom! Dad!"

Aria blushed, realizing they all knew about the surprise and had done a great job keeping it a secret.

Her eyes gleaming with joy shifted around the crowd, who were cheering and shouting, their voices filled with happiness for them. But then, she caught a glimpse of Adam rushing somewhere, his face tense and his expression suggesting something was wrong. Aria tried to crane her neck to see where he was headed, but before she could, they reached the altar, and Alessandro gently urged her forward.

Alessandro looked at her, furrowing his brow slightly, noticing her distracted expression. He seemed to silently ask what was bothering her, but Aria shook her head, offering him a reassuring smile. She knew how Alessandro felt about Adam, and mentioning her concern for him would only make him jealous, which would spoil the moment. It was

better to keep it to herself.

Once they were on the stage, Aria tried to spot Adam again, but he was nowhere to be found. A sense of confusion and worry crept over her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the ceremony at hand.

 

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The soft hum of a string quartet filled the air as Alessandro and Aria stood at the altar, surrounded by family, close friends and business clients from all over the world. The grand hall was bathed in the wart glow of chandeliers, the air thick with anticipation and emotion. The guests, seated in hushed silence, watched as the Italian don professed his love for his wife, announc his affection and dedication, and claiming her as his forever before the entire world. News channels and media were present, covering the sensational wedding of Matteo Vinci and Emily Yang. Even the supers Adam Whitmore made a surprise appearance, leaving his shoot midway to attend the ceremony. indicating just how special this wedding truly was.

But the most surprising moment came when Alessandro Valentino proposed to his wife, expressing his desire to renew their vows. This unexpected gesture became even more sensational, making headlines a providing a huge boost for the media and news channels. Aria, glowing in her white gown, stole a glance at Alessandro through her lashes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Emily stepped forward, gently draping the delicate veil over her hea before stepping aside, leaving Aria to absorb the moment. As she stood there, all the memories from the first wedding flooded back, but this time it felt real.

Alessandro, standing beside her, was just as captivating. His tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his frame, exude confidence, the sharp lines mirroring the strength of his sculpted build. Yet, today, there was something. different in his gaze-something deeper, as though he was pledging this vow with even more intensity, more certainty than before.

The officiant, with a calm expression, began the ceremony. "Today, we're here not just to celebrate the lov that has already grown between Alessandro and Aria, but to reaffirm it. To renew their vows, their *promises, and the bond that's only gotten stronger with each passing day."

Aria's heart swelled as she glanced up at Alessandro, trying to read his face. He tightened his grip on her hand, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but love and a promise for forever. The way his thumb gently traced circles on her palm sent goosebumps all over her arm. It was different this time-he was seducing her in front of everyone, and she couldn't do a thing about it.

The officiant then asked, "Would you like to say your own vows?"

Without hesitation, Alessandro responded, his eyes never leaving hers, "I want to say my own vows."

Alessandro took a deep breath before speaking, his voice loud and clear, yet full of emotion. "Aria," he began, his eyes softening as he spoke her name, "when we first stood here, I promised to love you and cherish you. But at that time, I didn't fully understand the meaning of those vows, though my heart did. Since then, I've only fallen deeper in love with you. Every day with you is a gift, a reminder that love fant just a word-it's a choice, a commitment. And I choose you, over and over again. The love is you, amore mio." He paused, his eyes filled with sincerity, before continuing. "You've brought me a kind of peace I never thought I'd find. You made me believe in things I once thought were impossible. I can't promise that life will always be perfect, but I can promise that no matter what happens, I'll be here. I'll be yours Forever

Tears welled up in Aria's eyes, and she struggled to keep herself composed, Alessandro's words touched a place in her heart she hadn't known existed. She squeered his hand, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face. This heartless mafia boss also knew how to speak so romantically, making it feel like a dreamy moment. She was overwhelmed and so deeply in love with the man before her, standing so close holding her hands, and looking at her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world. The officiant

nodded, giving Aria the space to speak.

Aria licked her lips, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest as she began, "I didn't expect this moment to feel even more real than the first time, but here we are. From the very beginning, I have loved you and only you. Though we've had our rocky times, it's only made us stronger, and our love even firmer. I'm glad you've finally learned to express your love in words." She smiled through teary eyes, and Alessandro chuckled softly, lifting her hands to kiss her palms gently.

Her voice broke slightly as she continued, "But to be honest, I never thought I'd have the kind of love we have. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to find someone who would love me so completely. But I found

mean to me. You are my you. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much y heart, my home. And I promise to love you, in every moment, for the rest of my days."

More tears slipped down her cheeks, but she smiled through them, her gaze locked with Alessandro's, feeling the depth of their bond. This wasn't just a vow renewal-it was a beautiful confession of their love that they had never fully expressed in their nine years of marriage. Though he had said "I love you" countless times, this moment felt different, more profound. It was so heartfelt, and in that moment, every hardship, every pain they had endured along the way, felt worth it.

As she finished speaking, Alessandro leaned in, unable to stop himself any longer, his lips captured hers in a soft kiss-a kiss that spoke louder than words ever could. He kissed away her tears and insecurities, filling her with the love he held for her.

The officiant cleared his throat, signaling for them to focus on the ceremony. Reluctantly, Alessandro broke their kiss but remained standing close, still holding Aria tightly in his arms.

The officiant spoke the final words, "Congratulations, Aria and Alessandro Valentino. Today, you have renewed your vows and reaffirmed your commitment to one another. It is my great honor and pleasure to once again pronounce you husband and wife. Though you have already shared a kiss, you may now, with my permission, share another to seal your renewed vows!" He smiled warmly.

Alessandro grinned and pulled a blushing Aria again into his arms, pressing his lips to hers with such urgency, as if the world might end and he needed to kiss his life. Then, deepening the kiss, he sealed the promises they had just made to each other. His lips wrapped around hers possessively, and his tongue caressed her mouth, urging her to open for him. Aria moaned softly, unconsciously. Finding access, Alessandro's wicked tongue entered her sweet mouth, tasting and savoring her sweetness, making her more turned on. Her husband was kissing her in front of the whole world without hesitation as it was also being telecasted. It was so intense, so erotic, that Aria couldn't help but become putty in his arms. Her knees gave way as she clung to Alessandro as if her life depended on him. The world around them seemed to vanish as they kissed with such fiery intensity that the atmosphere grew even warmer.

The crowd erupted into applause, but in that moment, it was just the two of them-surrounded by love and a future that had never seemed more certain.

As they pulled away, both breathing heavily and panting from the intensity of their passionate kiss, Alessandro smiled softly, his thumb gently brushing Aria's lips, "I love you, amore mio. I love you so much."

Aria cupped his handsome face in her hands, her voice barely a whisper. "I love you too, hubby." Alessandro grinned before kissing her again.

"Get a room!" someone from the crowd shouted, teasing, causing both of them to laugh. Alessandro scooped her up into his strong arms, lifting her effortlessly in a bridal carry, and made his way toward the corner where their families eagerly awaited to congratulate them.

The reception soon began, and the guests were led to another hall. Emily, Matteo, and the rest of their families followed, with Aria and Alessandro, their hearts full, walking side by side into the next chapter of their journey.

But as Aria glanced around, she noticed that Adam and Claire were still missing from the ceremony. She felt a flicker of concern. After all, Adam was her friend, and the last time she saw him, he seemed stressed. She tried to push the worry aside, telling herself that maybe Claire was just tired and they had gone to their room. Still, a nagging thought lingered in her mind. She made a meral note to talk to Adam in the morning and check on him then.

 

Chapter 265

Blackmailing +8 Pearls

Everyone was mesmerized by the romantic proposal Alessandro Valentino had planned for his wife. Adam had thought he might feel jealousy, but instead, he only felt happiness for Mia when he saw the pure love reflected in her eyes as she looked at her husband. He shook his head, smiling hopelessly and thinking that kind of love only happened in fairytales or movies. In real life, true love rarely found a heart that could cherish it.

But Alessandro and Aria were the exception. He glanced around the crowded hall, where everyone was capturing and recording the couple's heartfelt confession. He felt relieved that, for once, the media had finally left him alone. But then, he suddenly realized Claire was no longer by his side. Concerned, he looked around, searching for his wife-only to spot her walking off with her... boyfriend?!

Fuck! He cursed, scowling. What was she trying to do? Hadn't he told her to keep her relationship with Daniel under wraps until the contract period of their marriage was over and they were divorced? So why had she invited him here, risking his public image? With all the media and news channels present, if anyone had captured them together, it could easily turn into a major scandal.

The audacity of that woman! His breathing grew heavy as fury burned inside him, shattering his happy mood in an instant.

He quickly left the ceremony to follow his wife and her boyfriend, moving discreetly so as not to attract attention. But what he saw next only fueled his anger further.

Daniel and Claire entered a bathroom together and locked the door. Was that supposedly decent woman really this desperate? He couldn't believe what he was witnessing-his wife, alone in a confined space with another man. It wasn't hard to guess what might be happening behind that door.

He stormed toward the bathroom, prepared to break the door open, but suddenly an uneasiness stopped him in his tracks, leaving him stunned. The realization was unexpected-he never thought he'd feel this way. His heart pounded loudly, and now, anger mingled with something else, an unsettling nervousness. He was actually afraid of what he might find inside.

Fuck! Adam Whitmore wasn't ready to face the reality of seeing his wife with another man.

Claire was stunned to see Daniel at the wedding. He hadn't been invited-so what was he doing here? When he tried to approach her among the guests and media, she panicked, knowing it would be very risky and could reveal the true nature of her marriage to Adam. Leading him to a far corner, she noticed the bathroom area was empty, as everyone was focused on Alessandro and Aria's vow renewal. She slipped inside with him to talk.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped the moment she locked the bathroom door. Her eyes were furious, filled with disgust as she looked at her boyfriend-correction, ex-boyfriend.

"Don't be upset, sweetheart," Daniel smirked, stepping closer and reaching to touch her face. Claire slapped his hand away, making him chuckle wickedly..

"I had to come find you since you weren't responding to my calls," he explained in a sly tone.

"What's left to discuss, Daniel?" Claire shot back. "After caught you fucking my cousin, everything ended that day." She glared, her chest heaving with anger boiling inside.

Once, when Daniel hadn't answered her calls all day, Claire had worried about him. Knowing his struggles with drup

addiction, she feared he might have hurt himself. She went to his apartment to check on him, only to find him in bed with her own cousin, Hannah. Heartbroken and crushed by the betrayal, she'd slapped him hard and left without a word.

After that, she cut him off completely, refusing to send him any more money. But now he was blackmailing her, threatening to go to the press and expose her contract marriage with Adam if she didn't keep paying him.

"Babe, I'm short on money since you haven't sent any this month," Daniel replied shamelessly.

"Then why don't you ask Hannah? I'm sure she'd be happy to provide for you," Claire mocked.

"Don't try to be clever," Daniel snapped, grabbing Claire's jaw tightly in anger as he threatened, "Give me the money, or I'll go outside and tell the media about your contract marriage with Adam Whitmore." "Are you trying to blackmail me?" Claire shot back, struggling to free her face from his grip. But before Daniel could do any more damage, the bathroom door slammed open, and Adam stormed in, looking very furious.

 

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Adam waited outside, growing uneasy as each second passed without a sign of Claire coming out of the bathroom. His unease twisted into suspicion, then anger. Unable to hold back, he stormed inside, shovin the door open with force.

His gaze locked onto Claire and Daniel, standing far too close for comfort. A surge of fury flooded throug him, igniting his rage to an explosive level. Without a second thought, he lunged forward, yanking that man away from his wife and immediately landing punch after punch on his face.

"How dare you touch my wife," Adam roared, his voice thick with fury. Claire's heart raced in panic-wha if someone saw him beating Daniel like this? He couldn't afford the scandal or the damage it would do to his reputation. Desperately, she tried to pull him away. "Adam, please, leave him!" she pleaded, placing a trembling hand on his arm. His gaze snapped toward her, eyes bloodshot and blazing with rage, sending a shiver down her spine.

"The media is here," she whispered urgently. Adam's jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth, then, with a final shove, he threw Daniel to the floor. Swiftly, he grabbed Claire's arm and pulled her out with him.

Claire hurried to keep up, confused by the intensity of his anger. She had seen him upset before, but neve like this-this was a fury she hadn't thought possible. She quickened her steps, trying to match his long, fast strides.

She stumbled a few times, but Adam didn't stop. He didn't return to the wedding hall; instead, he headed straight for their suite on the hotel's top floor. With a forceful shove, he ushered her into the VIP elevator before entering after her. As the doors closed, he kept his grip firmly on her arm. Claire winced, feeling the pain from his tight, unrelenting hold on her delicate skin.

Instinctively, Claire tried to pull free, but Adam only tightened his grip, pulling her even closer. His furious gaze

gaze locked onto her pleading eyes, and for a brief moment, something shifted within him-his anger started to fade, and a sense of calm began to settle in his chest. Yet, he didn't want to let this matter go so easily. He averted his eyes, staring straight ahead, waiting for it to reach the top floor.

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. Adam dragged Claire out with force, heading straight toward their suite. Her panicked eyes darted around, but she felt a small relief seeing the corridor silent and empty-this was the VIP floor, accessible only to a select few, and most guests were still in the hall watching the wedding ceremony.

"Adam, you're hurting me," Claire protested as they entered the suite, and he locked the door behind them.

Adam cursed under his breath, finally releasing her hand and noticing her rubbing the spot where he'd gripped her.

"What the hell were you thinki

meeting your boyfriend in the bathroom?" he snapped, anger still simmering. "Why did you even invite him here?"

Claire's face flushed with embarrassment and fear, but before she could answer, he continued, "You know you broke the terms of our contract, right?"

Claire's eyes widened, her heart racing with a dreadful realization. She knew all too well how ruthless Adam could be toward those who broke his rules or crossed him. Was he really going to make her face the consequences and demand the penalty? The thought sent a chill through her-fifty million. An impossible sum one she could never repay in her lifetime.

 

At the reception, Aria felt a twinge of guilt for sharing Matteo and Emily's big day. So, when the first dance for the couple was announced, Emily and Matteo urged Alessandro and Aria to join them on the dance floor first, Aria refused.

"No," Aria declined politely. "We've already shared your day; now it's all yours."

"Don't say that," Emily replied, smiling warmly.

"Yeah, we're lucky that we four can have our special day together," Matteo added, giving Alessandro a friendly shoulder bump. "That's called true friendship.

"Exactly, so don't feel like you stole our spotlight," Emily chimed in, waving her hand playfully. "There's nothing like that at all."

"Alright," Aria replied, touched by their kind words. "But I still want you both to have the first dance." She gently held Emily's hand, glancing between Matteo and her.

Emily squeezed her hand with a smile. "How about we all join in for the first dance of the newlyweds?" she suggested.

"No, Emily," Alessandro interjected firmly, his tone leaving no room for debate. He understood what Aria wanted, and he would make sure she got it. "You and Matteo are the newly wedded couple, so you'll go first."

 

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Fueling His Desire

Emily looked to Matteo, who hesitated for a moment but then nodded, understanding Alessandro's intent. Aria's heart lifted, a knowing smile spreading across her face. Matteo would never defy Alessandro's word, and that was the depth of their friendship, the unspoken

trust they shared.

Matteo, with his usual charm, extended his hand to Emily, asking for a dance. Emily placed her hand in his, and the two of them moved gracefully onto the dance floor. Aria instinctively pulled closer to Alessandro, who immediately wrapped his arms around her, both of them watching the newlyweds share their first dance.

As the music began, Matteo and Emily glided across the floor, their chemistry undeniable. Every gaze in the room was captivated by the effortless connection between them.

"They are truly made for each other, aren't they?" Aria whispered, her voice filled with admiration as she watched her friends. Alessandro, glancing down at her, saw the warm, admiring smile on her face.

"Yeah," he replied quietly, his voice soft but certain. "They're made for each other, just like us," he added in his mischievous tone.

Aria's cheeks flushed, her smile growing even brighter. The warmth in her heart deepened, knowing that despite everything, they had something special too.

Alessandro lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against Aria's ear. She shivered as the warmth of his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin behind her ear.

"How about we skip the dance and dinner and head straight to the honeymoon?" he whispered, his deep voice low and sensual.

Aria bit her lip, a teasing smile tugging at her mouth. "Have some patience, Mr. Valentino," she murmured, her voice playful.

"Agh! I can't. I want you, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. Aria, startled, quickly glanced around, worried if anyone had overheard them.

"Mr. Valentino," she said, her tone slightly breathless as she turned in his arms to face him. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of love and longing.

"Yes, Mrs. Valentino," he replied, the heat in his gaze never wavering.

"You're very shameless," she teased, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Only for you, amore mio," Alessandro replied with a soft laugh, before leaning in to brush his nose against hers. He pecked her plump, red lips, making her blush even deeper.

"Everyone is watching," Aria breathed out, struggling to resist the slow, intentional seduction her husband was weaving around her.

"So what?" Alessandro replied, dismissing her concern with a confident grin. "You're my wife, and I'm kissing you." He leaned in again, capturin

her lips in another kiss, unbothered by the eyes around them.

The sound of clapping echoed as the song came to a close, and the atmosphere was electric with energy. The music shifted, setting a new, slower beat. Gia and Maximo came running toward them, their little faces bright with excitement.

"Mom! Dad! Now it's your turn!" the twins squealed in unison, their laughter filling the air.

Aria smiled warmly, bending down to kiss their cheeks But as soon as the twins pulled away, her attention returned to Alessandro, whose gaze was locked onto hers, intense and filled with a longing that was unmistakable. Alessandro took her hand, his thumb brushing across her knuckles in an intimate gesture that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Ready to set the floor on fire, Mrs. Valentino?" he asked, His voice was husky, charged with the same fire that caused his eyes dark reflecting his desire.

Aria's lips curved into a sensual smile, her voice low and sultry as she replied, "Let's do it, Mr. Valentino."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Alessandro's lips quirked into a grin, and he drew her closer, their bodies brushing together in an intimate embrace. His hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them surged, but it was controlled, the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

They moved to the center of the floor, the soft music wrapping around them like a lover's caress. The steps were slow and deliberate, their movements in perfect sync as they glided across the polished surface. Alessandro's hand traced the curve of Aria's waist, the other resting gently against her palm. Their dance was a seamless blend of passion and elegance-every touch a promise, every glance a secret shared. Aria slid her hand down her mafia husband's toned chest, fingers lingering just slightly too long, feeling the hardness beneath her palm through his crisp white shirt and teasing him deliberately.

Alessandro groaned, and Aria's confidence grew. She brushed her breasts against his torso, fueling his desire, and soon enough, he was rock-hard in his pants. As they moved, his lips brushed against her ear, sending a wave of heat through her body. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

"What did I do?" she asked innocently, making Alessandro chuckle.

"Baby, you're going to pay for it tonight," he warned, his voice low and teasing. Aria bit her lip shyly.

 

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She glanced up at him through her lashes, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "Am I a bad girl, Mr. Valentino?" she whispered, her voice carrying a playful challenge.

Alessandro's smirk was dark, his hand tightening around her waist as he leaned closer. "Baby, if you keep playing this game for another minute, I'll carry you in front of everyone, take you straight to our home, and fuck you so hard that you will scream my name all night long until you can't walk."

Ari's eyes widened at his threatening words, her breath catching in her throat.

"Mr. Valentino!?" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and arousal.

"What Mr. Valentino?!" Alessandro breathed out, his own breath labored. "You asked for this," he said with a low, teasing tone before he stopped dancing. Grasping her hand, he led her to the dinner table.

Everyone clapped as the dance ended and Aria glanced around, confused. Matteo and Emily had also joined for dinner, and soon, the entire family gathered at the large table.

"I thought you were taking me home," Aria teased her mafia husband, her gaze flickering downward to the growing bulge in his pants. She giggled softly when she caught the scowl on his face as he noticed her looking at his crotch.

"Hmm, amore mio," he replied with a smile, his voice still carrying a hint of amusement as he made a plate for her. He carefully selected the most nutritious foods, mindful of both her and their baby. "But first, my baby mama and our little one are hungry. So let's take care of that first."

Aria nodded, feeling both tired and hungry. Though she had been aroused earlier, all she wanted now was to rest. She felt a wave of gratitude for her husband, knowing how much he cared about her well-being. He always put her health first, and that reassured her more than anything.

As they sat at the dinner table, Aria learned that both couples were going on their honeymoons tomorrow, To her relief, they were heading to different destinations. Matteo and Emily, indeed, needed some time alone together.

Aria glanced at the newlywed couple, who were so lost in their own world of romance. She felt a deep sense of happiness, knowing that both she and Emily had finally found true love, with men who were perfect for them. It warmed her heart to see that both she and her friend had been able to create their own happily ever after.

"I love you, amore mio," Alessandro whispered when he noticed Aria watching Matteo and Emily's lovey-dovey conversation. She turned to look at him, and then her gaze shifted to Gia and Maximo, who were sitting next to her.

"I love you, husband," she replied, her heart swelling with affection as she gently caressed her pregnant belly.

"What do you have to say about it, Claire?" Adam asked again when Claire remained silent after his threatening words.

The terms of the contract and its consequences made Claire's heart pound with horror. She didn't know how to explain it to her contract husband, who was a heartless asshole.

Claire closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She couldn't reveal the truth-that Daniel knew about the marriage contract and was blackmailing her. Adam was a fiercely professional person, and betrayal wasn't something he took lightly. If he found out she'd broken the contract by confiding in Daniel, his anger would be unstoppable.

What had she been thinking, trusting Daniel with the biggest secret of her life? But it hadn't felt like a mistake at the time. She'd loved him, trusted him completely... and now, that trust had turned into her greatest vulnerability.

"I...I didn't call him here, he came on his own," Claire replied, her voice shaky as she tried to avoid his piercing gaze. He was too intimidating when he was this furious. "I took him to a quiet place to tell him to leave," she added, her words hurried.

But Adam wasn't convinced.

"Don't give me that bullshit, okay?!" he yelled, his voice sharp and commanding. Claire flinched, instinctively shrinking back. His anger was like a storm, overwhelming and intense. "I told you clearly to be faithful during this marriage, and yet here you are, sneaking around with your boyfriend behind my back?!" His accusation dripped with disdain.

"I didn't do anything wrong, Adam..." Claire tried to explain, but her words were lost in the heat of his fury. He wasn't listening. He was too angry to hear her.

Suddenly, Claire's phone pinged with a message from Daniel. She glanced at the screen, her stomach turning as she read his words:

'You bitch! You're screwing Adam Whitmore under the guise of this contract marriage, and I can't have a little fun? Such double standards. Give me my money, and I'll forgive you and take you back. After all, once this contract is over, Adam will throw you out, and you'll come crawling back to me on your knees.'

Claire felt a wave of disgust wash over her. She couldn't believe she had once loved this vile man so deeply, only to be repaid with betrayal and manipulation. Daniel had used her, and his true colors now shone through in every demeaning word.

She now deeply regretted saving herself for him, dreaming of their wedding and a happy future together. It had all been an illusion-one that shattered so brutally, leaving her feeling broken and hollow.

 

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Superstar's Contract Wife

"What's wrong?" Adam asked, his expression turning pained.

sanger melting into concern as he noticed Claire reading a text, her

Claire licked her lips-a small, nervous movement that didn't escape Adam's sharp eyes. His gaze followed every sweep of her tongue, and he found himself parting his own lips unconsciously.

"I'm worried..." Claire began hesitantly, slowly lifting her eyes to meet Adam's. He quickly composed himself, shifting his gaze from her lips to her face and pressing his lips into a thin, disapproving line.

"That we left Daniel alone in the bathroom after you beat him to a pulp," she continued, her voice tinged with worry. "What if... What if Daniel goes public, ranting about you attacking him?"

She was concerned; after all, Adam had dragged her away without a second thought, leaving Daniel alone. Knowing Daniel's true nature, Claire was panicking. He was capable of doing anything for his own benefit and stooping to any filthy level to get what he wanted. But Adam was fuming with jealousy, his anger intensifying as he realized Claire was still worried about her ex-boyfriend. The thought only made his frustration grow.

However, unbeknownst to Claire, after Adam had taken her away with him, his bodyguards had entered the bathroom. They threatened Daniel with dire consequences if he uttered a word about what had happened. They offered him a large sum of money as compensation-just the usual way they handled these types of situations, knowing well the weak temperament of the superstar.

"You're still thinking about him, huh?!" he snapped, his voice laced with accusation, making Claire furrow her brows.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the knucklehead superstar. Here she was, thinking about his clean image and doing everything possible to keep him out of trouble, yet he didn't hesitate to blame her at every turn.

"Adam, I'm worried about what will happen if your fans find out you beat a man in a hotel bathroom and left him bloodied! Do you even realize the consequences?" she shot back, her frustration boiling over. First Daniel, and now Adam-everyone seemed to take her for granted.

"And what if they find out I beat that man because I found my wife locked alone in that bathroom with him?!" he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Claire's eyes stung

eyes stung with tears as she glared at him. How easily these men judged her character, reducing her to nothing but baseless assumptions. She was done done explaining herself, done defending her intentions. No more.

"Okay, if I'm the problem, then I should leave," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and self-respect. "You don't have to bear the humiliation because of me," she shot back, her words sharp as she stormed off toward the room where her belongings and suitcases were kept.

"Fuck!" Adam cursed loudly, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn't imagined things would escalate like this. He hadn't imagined the situation turning out like this. He was upset, but he hadn't expected Claire to cry or get so upset with him. with

Adam rushed into Claire's room. In the spacious suite, they had been sharing one living space separate sleeping arrangements-he had taken the bedroom, while Claire had made the large sofa in the

living room her hed. It was comfortable enough for her to sleen neacefully and she wasn't used to expecting luxury everywhere.

As he entered, he found Claire frantically gathering her things, shoving them into her suitcase with trembling hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a cold voice, standing casually with his hand in his pants pocket.

But Claire was too upset to respond. She continued moving around the room, gathering her things and stuffing them into her bag.

Adam stared at her for a moment, his frustration growing. After a few seconds, he sighed heavily, trying to calm himself. He stepped toward her, taking her hand to stop her from packing.

"Stop it, Claire," he said, his voice softer this time.

"What's your problem, Adam?" Claire retorted, raising her voice as she pulled with all her strength to free her hand from the arrogant superstar's firm grip. "You can't stand to see me, and now you don't even want me to leave you, alone?!"

Adam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was a superstar, worshipped by millions of fans. The arrogance had become second nature to him. He didn't tolerate tantrums from anyone, but the world had always been expected to put up with his. However, this feisty woman-his wife-who was fuming in anger, had him silent for the first time in his life.

Wait... no, it wasn't the first time.

Claire had always been like this with him. When she worked with him, she used to throw orders at him as if he weren't the celebrity but she was. And to his surprise, he never felt offended. What the hell was that about?

Without thinking, Adam pulled her closer. Claire was startled and almost stumbled into him. Their noses nearly touched, their faces inches apart. Claire's sweet breath brushed against Adam's lips, and he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the temptation she unknowingly carried with her and she didn't even realize it.

Claire's eyes widened as she realized the most handsome man she had ever seen was so close to her. Their breath mixed, their bodies flush against each other, and Claire felt her pulse quickened. Her throat went dry at the sudden proximity. His intoxicating scent invaded her senses as the warmth of his body seeped into hers, making her dizzy, setting her body on fire. She swallowed hard unconsciously.

"I never said those things, sweetheart," he whispered, surprised to realize how breathless his own voice sounded.

Claire gritted her teeth, sensing the lie, and tried to pull away. But Adam didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he allowed her some space, knowing that the distance was good for both of them. It helped him retain his sanity and stop himself from doing something stupid. "I want you to stay. That's why I came here with you," he reasoned, his tone calm.

"Huh!" Claire snorted, rolling her eyes, which made Adam frown. He wasn't used to dealing with a woman's strop, yet he was still listening to her.

"But your actions say otherwise," she taunted. "Why don't you decide what you really want?"

Tightening his grip on her hand, Adam yanked her toward him with sudden force, and slammed her hard. against his chest. Claire gasped as she was startled, and before she could protest, he wrapped his arm

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around her small waist, securing her close. Adam's eye

He breathed against her lips, "I want you, wifey."

Claire's lips parted in astonishment, her breath catchin hearing. Before she could comprehend the line betwe crashed against hers with urgency.

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around her small waist, securing her close. Adam's eyes darkened, the last thread of restraint snapping.

He breathed against her lips, "I want you, wifey."

Claire's lips parted in astonishment, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Before she could comprehend the line between illusion and reality, Adam's warm, full lips crashed against hers with urgency.

 

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Claire gasped at the intensity of his kit, the way his lips claimed hers with imdeniable passion. Her eyes grew wide with shock and she was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to decide whether to push him away or surrender to the moment. Her mind felt romb, overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations this incredibly hot, movie star husband was igniting in her Unconsciously, her lips parted, molding to his and moving in perfect syne, mirroring his fervor

Adam had kissed her a few times before-brief, calculated displays during public appearances, at galas. and award shows, all part of their act as a happy couple But this? This was entirely different. In the privacy of a closed room, with no audience and no pretense, the intimacy between them was raw and unrestrained. It was wild, irrational, and completely against the terms of their contract, but in that heated moment, neither of them cared.

Claire's hands clutched Adam's shirt, pulling him closer as if longing to feel every inch of him. Adam released her hand, his own trailing along her curves before gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. Instinctively, Claire wrapped her legs around his waist, the thigh-high slit of her expensive designer red gown making it easy. Her recently freed hand slid up to his nape, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the intoxicating passion.

Adam's tongue slipped into her mouth, entangling with hers in a seductive dance of dominance and submission. Claire was so lost in the heat of the moment, her mind overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations, that she didn't realize Adam had carried her to the bedroom. Only when he gently laid her on his bed did reality begin to pierce through her haze of desire, and she suddenly understood what he wanted.

Adam pulled away, and Claire shivered under the intensity of the raw desire and lust blazing in his eyes. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, a clear sign of his losing battle against self-control. In one swift motion, he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Without bothering to unbutton his shirt, he gripped it and yanked it off, the buttons scattering as he removed it with lightning, speed.

Hovering over her, Adam caught the flicker of uncertainty in Claire's eyes.

"Adam..." she whispered, her voice shaky, her gaze filled with conflict. "That's... not in our contract."

"Fuck the contract," he growled, lowering his lips to her jaw. His tongue trailed along her skin, leaving a burning path of sensation that made her panties damp with need. Claire's breath hitched, her body betraying her as an aching desire consumed her. She felt so breathless, so desperate, she thought she might combust if he didn't touch her soon.

Adam abruptly stopped, lifting his head just enough to meet her gaze. His blue eyes bore into hers, his voice husky as he asked, "Do you want this?"

Claire bit her lip, taking a moment to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind. Sex with Adam Whitmore? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. Their contract had a strict no-sex clause, and their marriage was a façade, set to end in a year. But still, they were married and Adam was her husband. And wasn't this what she'd always dreamed of?

She had always imagined her first time would be with her husband. Claire had saved herself for her wedding, holding onto that hope despite the disappointments life had thrown her way. But Daniel had shattered her heart and betrayed her trust-he wasn't worthy of her and she wasn't going to wait any longer.

The idea of giving her virtue to the superstar Adam Whitmore, her all-time crush and the man who was, at 1/2

least on paper, her husband, felt both thrilling and strangely fitting. It was risky, but it felt safe in its own way. It was a fair deal. Yes, it was!

Adam's voice cut through her thoughts, his tone turning indifferent as he moved away slightly. "If you want. I can stop right now," he said, his eyes scanning her face for an answer. He saw the hesitation lingering there and braced himself for rejection. She was clearly wrestling with her doubts.

"No! Please, don't stop," Claire responded quickly, snapping back to reality.

"Hell, baby!" Adam exhaled sharply, a smile spreading across his face as he leaned in to kiss her lips. "You just gave me my life back. If you had refused, I don't know what I would've done."

"Then I should've said no just to see what you'd do," Claire teased, her lips curving into a small, playful smile.

Adam chuckled, his deep laugh vibrating through his chest.

"Doll face, you're going to see the consequences of teasing me," he warned, his voice laced with sweet menace. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the deep neckline of her expensive gown and, with one swift motion, tore it apart, leaving her bare before his hungry gaze.