Ch. 281..290

It Isn't Love

The warmth of the water cascaded over them, but the heat between them was even more consuming. Adam swiftly removed her clothes, his movements urgent with longing. Before Claire could process what was happening, his hands and mouth were on her, exploring every inch of her trembling body, igniting her senses. His lips trailed over her soft, pale skin, leaving a trail of red and purplish marks a testament to his passion.

Claire quickly realized that wearing revealing dresses would be out of the question for days. Adam's intensity was unmatched, his desire palpable. Unable to hold back any longer, he turned her toward the shower, guiding her to bend forward and place her hands on the wall. With an unrelenting fervor, he thrust into her from behind, the steamy water amplifying the heat of their passion.

They made love in the shower, the intensity of their passionate sex leaving Claire breathless and exhausted. She was so tired, she could barely keep her footing. When they were finally done, Adam gently wrapped her in a soft, white robe, then carefully helped her into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he went to get ready for his shoot.

Even on set, Adam couldn't focus. His thoughts were consumed by his wife her smile, her warmth, the way she made him feel like the luckiest man alive. The shoot felt like it was dragging on forever, and all he could think about was getting back to her. He couldn't wait for the moment when he could see his adorable, stunning wife again.

Throughout the shoot, Adam kept texting Claire during every break he got, eager for a response. But her replies were minimal, leaving him wondering what she could be so busy with that she barely had time to answer. A text from Adam Whitmore was usually a big deal- most people would be thrilled to hear from him. Yet, Claire didn't seem interested, and she wasn't even reading half his messages. This girl was something different.

After today's shoot, Adam had to make a public appearance with Claire. The plan was to go to a mall and shop together, projecting the image of a family-oriented and trustworthy man. It was a critical move for his career-his fans needed to see him as someone who valued family and responsibility. After years of being single and uncommitted, coupled with the recent engagement scandal with Mia, his producers and directors had emphasized the importance of maintaining a positive image and regaining the public's trust. The entire ride to the mall, where Claire was supposed to meet him, was filled with anticipation and excitement. Adam felt like a little boy eagerly waiting to unwrap a Christmas gift. It hadn't even been that long since he last saw her, yet the thought of seeing his wife again had him grinning like a fool.

Claire, meanwhile, was waiting discreetly at the mall, wearing a scarf and sunglasses to hide her identity. She stood in the crowd, watching as Adam arrived. Almost instantly, fans and media swarmed around him, cameras flashing and voices calling out his name. But Adam wasn't interested in any of them his eyes scanned the crowd, searching for just one person.

The moment Claire removed her scarf and sunglasses, smiling warmly in his direction, Adam's heart swelled. His lips curved into a genuine smile as his gaze locked onto hers.

Adam's steps moved with an

urgency all their own, his focus

locked entirely on his beautiful wife. The crowd around him erupted in excitement, fans shouting his name with wild fervor. Some were snapping selfies, others thrusting items toward him for autographs, but Adam barely noticed any of it. His sole desire was to reach Claire, to pull her into his arms, feel her soft warmth against him, and claim her

delicate lips with a kiss.

As his eyes met hers, Claire felt her cheeks flush under the intensity of his gaze. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable, and it made her heart flutter with excitement. She tried to move toward him, but the dense crowd made it nearly impossible.

"Adam, I love you!!!" screamed his fans from everywhere in the throng. Claire glanced around, seeing countless faces filled with adoration for the superstar. The desperation in their eyes, each girl hoping for even a fleeting moment of his attention, was a stark reminder of who Adam Whitmore was to the world.

Suddenly, a group of girls broke through the bodyguards' protective circle as Adam finally allowed them to approach for autographs to calm the frenzy. Their excitement was palpable, and one girl, in her exhilaration, nearly pulled her shirt off and lunged toward Adam, attempting to kiss him.

Claire froze in shock at the scene.

However, Adam's bodyguards

swiftly intervened, preventing the girl

from getting anywhere near him.

Yet, the reality of it all hit Claire hard. He was Adam Whitmore, the superstar heartthrob who could have any girl he wanted. These fans were younger, prettier, and more daring than she could ever be.

She reminded herself sharply, "Snap out of it, Claire. He's not your real husband!" The pang in her chest was undeniable, but she kept her expression calm, determined not to let her emotions betray her. Claire stood her ground, focusing on playing the part of the devoted wife. After all, that's what she had agreed to. That was what she was here for, and after all, she was being paid to act. It wasn't love it was a job.

Chapter 282 Dressing For Him

The crowd went wild, making it nearly impossible for Adam to move forward. Even his bodyguards struggled to control the chaos, as they weren't allowed to use force unless there was a direct threat. Adam had given strict instructions that his fans should never be hurt or feel disrespected by his security team's actions, so the guards had to tread carefully.

Amelia was present but remained behind the scenes, observing the situation. She quickly texted Claire, urging her to get Adam into a shop immediately so the security team could manage the crowd more effectively.

Claire read Amelia's message and took a deep breath, summoning all her courage. Steeling herself, she pushed through the throng, reaching Adam's side. She grabbed his hand firmly, her eyes meeting his in a silent communication. He smiled, and before the crowd could guess what was happening, Claire and Adam made a swift exit. Their bodyguards surrounded them, making sure they were out of reach of the excited fans.

Claire finally stopped when they were inside a well-known store that Adam endorsed as part of his brand partnerships.

"Wow!" Adam remarked, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at her. "I must say, you're witty and sharp."

Claire chuckled. "And?" she prompted playfully.

"And brave as well," he added with a nod of approval. His eyes softened with pride as they lingered on her. "And all mine," he whispered, gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Claire blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at Adam Whitmore's words. Was he serious, or was this just another charming line? She couldn't quite tell.

Before she could process or respond, the store manager approached them with a bright smile, interrupting the moment.

"Welcome to our store, Mr. Whitmore and Mrs. Whitmore," the manager greeted warmly. "How may I assist you?"

"Show me your best collection for my wife," Adam demanded curtly, completely ignoring the manager's polite greeting.

Claire rolled her eyes, reminded of the superstar's characteristic rudeness she had momentarily forgotten.

"Of course, Mr. Whitmore. It would be our pleasure," the manager replied, his professionalism unwavering. Turning to Claire, he added, "Mrs. Whitmore." He then signaled to a staff member.

A woman in her late twenties stepped forward with a friendly smile.

"This is Jenny, our best sales associate. She'll assist Mrs. Whitmore in finding the perfect outfit," he explained, delegating the task to Jenny before stepping aside.

Jenny was so excited to see her superstar crush, Adam Whitmore, in real life that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Claire was both amused and slightly empathetic. Being Adam's wife meant dealing with this kind of adoration for him everywhere they went, but she reminded herself it was only for a year. Shaking her head, she watched as Adam snapped the salesgirl out of her trance.

"Miss, you're here to assist my wife, not me. So, wake up," he said with his usual charming smile, the one he reserved for his fans.

"I... I'm sorry, sir," Jenny stammered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink with embarrassment. "This way, ma'am," she urged Claire politely, gesturing toward the women's section.

Jenny guided Claire to the exclusive women's section, showcasing their limited-edition collection designed for VIP clients. Claire's eyes widened in awe as she took in the stunning dresses, but her jaw nearly dropped at the astronomical price tags. She wanted to shout at the absurdity of it all, but playing the part of Adam Whitmore's composed and elegant wife kept her quiet.

Claire threaded through the racks of gorgeous outfits, marveling at their beauty but too afraid to even touch them.

"Ma'am, do you like anything?" Jenny asked when she noticed Claire wasn't interested in trying on any of the dresses.

"Umm... no. They're not really my style," Claire replied, trying to dodge the discomfort rising within her at the thought of wearing such expensive outfits. She had never tried designer dresses before and couldn't imagine them suiting her-she wasn't a celebrity or a model, after all.

"Try this one," came Adam's deep,

commanding voice from right behind her, startling Claire. She hadn't realized he was standing so close while she was lost in thought. For a moment, she wondered why he was even in the women's section-shouldn't he be off in the men's section shopping for himself?

"Great choice, sir!" Jenny chirped enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up as she admired the dress Adam held. When Claire turned to face him, she saw him holding a metallic pink sequin crop top with a matching mini skirt. Her eyes widened in shock. "Adam, I'm not a teenager, and I don't wear this kind of dress!" she exclaimed, clearly flustered.

Adam smirked, stepping closer to her. "Try it for me, babe. I want to see my sexy wife make this dress even sexier when she wears it," he said, his voice low and teasing. He pulled her gently into his arms, his intense gaze fixed on her face as if she were the only person in the world.

Jenny smiled, feeling giddy watching her idol be so romantic with his wife. She quietly stepped aside to give them some privacy.

Claire swallowed nervously at the public display of affection Adam was showing without a care in the world, despite having an audience.

"Fine," she whispered, taking the dress from his hands and gently pushing him away. Adam smirked but released her, his eyes lingering on her as she turned to leave.

Claire rushed toward the fitting room, clutching the dress tightly. She desperately needed the privacy of the enclosed space to calm her racing heart and the sensations her superstar husband had stirred within her making her grow wet under his intense hungry gaze. Inside, she shrugged off her denim jacket and white tank top before stepping out of her shoes and cargo jeans. Holding the sultry magenta dress in her hands, she examined it carefully, biting her lip. It was bold, daring, and completely out of her comfort zone.

This dress wasn't made for someone like me a nerd, she thought, her insecurities gnawing at her. Still, against her better judgment, she decided to wear it.

With a deep breath, Claire began slipping into the outfit her husband had chosen for her, hoping it wouldn't make her look as awkward as she feared.

Once dressed, Claire ran a nervous

hand over the fabric, marveling at how perfectly it fit. The dress hugged her curves as though it had been tailored just for her. It

accentuated her best featuregel. no

toned legs and the graceful curves of her slim waist and broad hips-making her look undeniably stunning.

Adam really does have great taste, she thought, stunned by how the outfit transformed her appearance.

The reflection staring back at her in the mirror looked nothing like the Claire she was used to. The dress gave her an air of confidence and undeniable allure. For a fleeting moment, she felt beautiful and empowered, a version of herself she hadn't known existed. Taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply to calm the nervousness, Claire prepared herself to step out and face her husband. However, her nerves still fluttered at the thought of his reaction.

When she emerged from the fitting room, Adam was leaning casually against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Claire noticed how many admiring glances he was drawing from the store staff. They were clearly thrilled to have Adam Whitmore in their midst.

As Claire came into view, Adam's attention snapped from his phone to her. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked on her. He stood frozen for a moment, taking in her transformed appearance, his expression one of awe.

Slipping his phone into his pocket,

he swallowed hard and strode

toward her, his usual composure shaken. In Claire's eyes, he didn't look like the untouchable superstar everyone idolized-he looked like a

man completely captivated

wife, the woman who had

his

unknowingly turned his world upside down.

 

Chapter 283 Make Out

"What do you think?" Claire asked, nervously biting her lip as Adam continued to stare at her.

"I shouldn't have fucking asked you to wear this," Adam muttered, his face darkening. Claire's eyes widened with fear and awkwardness.

Was she looking that strange that Adam regretted his decision? Before she could respond or react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the fitting room.

Adam dragged her into the small fitting room and closed the door behind them. Before Claire could process what was happening, he spun her around and pinned her to the door, holding her hands above her head. His bulky physique seemed to take up the entire space, his large frame filling the tiny trial room, making it feel even smaller.

Claire couldn't find any space to move as Adam pressed his body against hers. His breath was hot and heavy, brushing against her skin, sending shivers and goosebumps across her body. His eyes were dark with a mix of intimidation and lust, and she couldn't tell which emotion was more dominant.

"I shouldn't have told you to wear that, because now I can't wait to have you in it," he growled, making Claire's breath hitch. Her heart raced-was he really serious?

Adam nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, as if savoring her scent. His warm lips grazed her skin, nibbling and sucking gently, as though he couldn't get enough of her, as if she were his favorite drink. Claire bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

She felt the tip of his tongue trail up the length of her neck, licking a slow path upward, making her shudder. His lips nipped at her jawline, then sucked at her cheek, planting an open-mouthed kiss there. His hands moved up over her thigh, nearing the waistband of her panties. He growled softly, his eyes locking with hers, filled with raw anger.

"Fuck, Claire," Adam growled, his grip tightening on her. "Are you trying to push my limits? To fuck you here and let everyone hear you scream my name?!" His eyes narrowed as they dropped to her bare skin. "No panties?"

Claire's mind flickered back to the moment she had removed them earlier and had planned to put them back on when she changed, but Adam's kisses and touch had made her forget everything. Now, seeing his expression, she knew she had made a mistake. "Don't ever pull that stunt in public again, or I'll have to kill every fucking man who dares look in your direction," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. With a brutal motion, he yanked the strap of her tiny top off her shoulder, tearing the fabric down over her breasts, leaving her completely exposed to him.

His hands were on her then, rough and demanding as they seized her breasts. Claire couldn't hold back the gasp, throwing her head back as the intensity of his touch made her lose her sanity.

Adam's free hand gripped his wife's nape, tilting her face toward his. He pressed his lips to hers, and immediately, she was lost in the intoxicating heat of his kiss. His lips coaxed hers open, and without hesitation, she gave him access. His tongue slid in, exploring every corner of her mouth. A loud moan escaped her, which drew a groan from him.

His kiss grew rougher, more urgent, pressing harder against her lips as he sucked on her tongue. Finally, his teeth scraped her lips, tugging at them before biting down gently.

Claire's hands tangled in his thick, short hair, pulling him closer as she sought relief. But Adam didn't relent. He continued to devour her lips, while his thick thumb grazed over her nipple again and again, sending shivers of electricity down her spine.

Her knees weakened, buckling enough to threaten her balance.

She was grateful Adam held her firmly, ensuring she stayed on her feet. His lips left hers, trailing down the length of her neck until they stopped at her marking spot. He licked and sucked the soft skin

repeatedly, sometimes grazing his teeth along the sensitive area.

Claire's core burned with a deep, desperate need, her mind screaming for Adam to claim her then and there. His fingers trailed over her wetness, and he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet," he

muttered, his finger lingering over her, making her even more drenched. Slowly, he slid a finger inside her throbbing center, and she couldn't help but writhe, moaning loudly, not caring that someone might hear them outside the shop. Her mind was consumed by the sensations her husband was igniting

in her.

Adam immediately placed a hand over her mouth, his voice low and soothing. "Shhh, baby. Someone might hear us. I love hearing you scream my name, but we need to be quiet this time, okay?" His gaze locked with hers, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. She nodded slightly, her body trembling with anticipation.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth," Adam whispered with a challenging smile. "If you want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop immediately."

Adam started pumping his finger

into Claire, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down to her face. Without hesitation, she crashed her lips against his, kissing him with a fierce passion. She could feel him smiling against her mouth as they kissed.

"Wifey, do you want me to stop?" Adam murmured, his voice laced with a teasing edge. But Claire was too lost in the heat of the moment to care about his teasing. "No! Please don't stop," she pleaded, her voice desperate.

"Umm... I love it when you beg," Adam growled, his tone shifting to one of dominance. "Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to make you come."

His words sent a rush of heat through her, and her body responded eagerly. She was ready to surrender completely.

"Please, Adam, make me come. Please!!!" she begged, her voice trembling with desire.

That was all it took. Adam groaned deeply, his hands gripping her thighs as he moved to kneel.

 

Chapter 284 Loving Him Is A Risk

Adam pushed her skirt higher on her hips, his gaze locking onto her bare wetness-pink and smooth. He was stunned, unable to tear his eyes away. His breathing became labored, his throat dry as he found himself literally drooling over his wife's pink, smooth pussy. He had never seen a more erotic sight in his life. He was completely blown away. With desperate urgency, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and Claire felt his warm lips instantly against her wet pussy. He kissed her, and a shiver ran through her body as her arousal intensified, her wetness spreading further beneath his touch.

He ran the tip of his tongue slowly over her slick folds, his gaze never leaving hers. The sight of him on his knees, focused entirely on her was so erotic it made her utterly wet and aching for him. When his lips finally captured her sensitive clit, she gasped, a surge of pleasure rushing through her body.

Her knees weakened, and she gripped his shoulder to steady herself, the intensity of the moment making her close her eyes as she was lost in ecstasy.

"Don't look away, wife" he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want you to watch me to see everything, as you cum in my mouth."

His eyes were dark with need, lips glistening with his wife's honey as he continued to explore her. He -inhaled deeply as if savoring the scent of her arousal before continuing his slow, deliberate movements, teasing her with his tongue and lips.

She could hardly keep still as he skillfully brought her closer to the edge, the sensation so overwhelming that her head tossed from side to side, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

"His voice was deep and commanding, laced with authority. "Look into my eyes, Claire, when I eat your

pussy" he murmured, the words dripping with desire, sending a shiver coursing through her. The way he said her name-so firm and demanding-intensified the moment, pulling her dangerously close to the edge.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her stomach tightening as the heat between them built. He moved with deliberate precision, his lips trailing over her, while his fingers slowly began to plunge into her tight cunt. The sensation was overwhelming-at first, there was discomfort as his fingers stretched her, but it quickly gave way to an undeniable wave of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him as he added another finger, the fullness almost too much to bear, yet it made more wetness drip down her thighs. His hungry eyes never left hers as he moved his thick digits in her with a slow, rhythmic pace, watching her carefully, making sure she stayed locked in his gaze.

"I'm going to add one more finger, baby girl. Keep looking at me, okay?" he growled, his voice rough with intent. Claire's brow furrowed in confusion. There was no way he could add another finger-she already felt stretched to her limit, completely full.

"How's it... Ah..." she managed to gasp before he slid another finger inside her pussy, cutting her off completely.

The stretch was sharp at first, a flash of pain that made her tremble, but his steady movements quickly replaced it with a wave of mounting pleasure. Her breath hitched, as she felt her head spinning from the intense mix of pleasure and pain while she struggled to adjust to the girth of his thick digits, his sweet assault overwhelming her senses. His fingers plunged into her weeping pussy with a controlled but Telentless pace.

Without giving her time to adjust he lowered his head again his mouth finding her swollen clit He

sucked hard, and that was all it took-her body shattered under his seduction. Her orgasm came in a rush, her arousal coating his lips and chin as his mouth stayed pressed to her, relentless in drawing out every drop of her cum. His fingers and tongue worked in perfect sync, wringing out every ounce of her pleasure until the final tremors subsided.

Feeling her body relax beneath him, he withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the moment. Reaching for his handkerchief, he carefully cleaned his face, then wiped the slickness from her trembling thighs with gentle precision. Claire couldn't stay on her feet; her knees still buckled, and she fell against Adam's chest. He caught her easily, steadying her in his strong arms. Tilting her face upward, he claimed her lips in a kiss, letting her taste the remnants of her own cum. He held her in his protective embrace, his touch firm yet gentle, until she regained her strength and could stand on her own.

Adam smoothed down her dress, ensuring it looked appropriate before grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the fitting room. Claire, still dazed from the mind-blowing pleasure he had just given her, let herself be led without resistance.

"We're taking this dress," Adam stated curtly as he handed his card to Amelia, his tone carrying an unspoken command to handle the transaction quickly. He wasted no time lingering, striding toward the exit with Claire in tow. His bodyguards fell into step around him, forming a protective shield as he made his way to the parking lot.

"Look away," Adam barked, his voice sharp, leaving no room for disobedience. The command was directed at everyone as he opened the backseat door of his limo and ushered Claire inside with an urgency that spoke volumes.

"Adam!" Claire gasped, startled by his intensity as he followed her into the vehicle. He closed the door firmly behind them and pressed a button to raise the partition, sealing them off from the driver's seat. Before she could fully process what was happening, he pulled her onto his lap, his grip possessive yet full of intent.

"I want to be inside you, baby," Adam groaned, his breathing erratic, his heart pounding in his chest as if it might burst. His body burned with unrelenting lust and need for the sexiest woman who was his wife,

Claire's eyes looked deep into her husband's as her trembling hands fumbled with his belt. en the zipper of his pants. With a determined pull, she freed him, her fingers wrapping around his length. Her breath hitched at the sheer size of him, hard and throbbing in her palm. She wanted him too.

Straddling his hips, she positioned herself above him, her movements tentative yet eager. Adam's hands slid up her smooth silky thighs, pushing her skirt higher as he held her steady. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. Both of them groaned at the overwhelming sensation; their heads falling back for a brief moment before their lips met in a searing kiss.

Their connection was raw, intimate, and deeply emotional, stirring something profound in both of them. It wasn't just physical-it was a bond that seemed to fill an unspoken void in their hearts.

Adam's hips thrust upward, meeting Claire's movements as she bounced on his lap. Her body slid up and down his length with an intoxicating rhythm, their breaths mingling, their gasps filling the confined space. Each movement brought them closer, the tension building, their passion threatening to consume them entirely.

"Raby, tell me-am I better than Daniel?" Adam groaned, his voice thick with passion, but the question made Claire freeze.

Her frown deepened, and she stopped moving altogether. "What?" she bit out, her irritation clear. "What kind of question is that, Adam?"

She could feel the lust that had clouded her mind fade into a sharp wave of anger. Why was he bringing up her ex? Didn't he realize that he was her first? She had never been intimate with Daniel, and yet, in this moment, Adam chose to ask about him? Her frustration flared, and she grabbed his shoulder, trying to pull herself off his lap. But Adam's hand tightened around her waist, stopping her.

"I know I was your first," he whispered, his voice low and intense, as if he could sense her thoughts. "But I

who can touch you. And if anyone else ever dares, I'll fucking kill

need you to know that I'm the only man

them."

Adam's possessiveness made Claire bite back a smile. She grabbed his collar, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart.

"I don't want any other man but you love she felt in that moment for him.

Adam Whitmore, she declared, her voice firm yet laced with all the

Oh, God, she loved Adam Whitmore! The realization hit her like a tidal wave-both shocking and overwhelming. But she knew what she was feeling. A true love, something she had never experienced, not even with Daniel. It both scared and thrilled her in equal measure. Loving Adam Whitmore was a risk, one that could come with consequences, but in this moment, she didn't care. She had him-completely-and he was claiming her with every fiber of his being.

However, Adam got to hear what he needed. It ignited something primal within him. With a low growl, Adam slammed his lips at her before shifting their positions without pulling out of her. His movements were quick and commanding. He laid her down on the back seat, his body hovering over hers as he braced himself with one knee on the car floor and the other on the seat. Without hesitation, he thrust into her wet pussy, his pace fast and rough, driven by unrelenting passion.

The car rocked with the force of their movements, the tinted windows fogging up, leaving little doubt to any onlooker about what was happening inside the luxurious vehicle. Their bodies moved with desperation, longing to get more of each other, their breaths mingling, moans filling the confined space. Adam was spellbound as he never wanted to stop thrusting into her. He rammed her cunt mercilessly like a caveman claiming his territory. It didn't take long before they both tumbled over the edge together, their climaxes leaving them trembling and spent.

Claire could feel every inch of his hardness throbbing inside her and shooting his cum. A deep sense of contentment was brought into her. Being so connected to him made her feel complete, and she never wanted him to pull away. Adam bent his head, his gaze locked on where they were joined, becoming one. His heart stirred with a mix of emotions-feelings he had never experienced before in his life.

They lay tangled in each other's arms on the back seat of the car kissing softly, their smiles warm and content, unaware that Daniel and Adam's family were conspiring, plotting something wicked.

 

Chapter 285

"Are you sure about this?" Andrew Whitmore, Adam's father, growled, his voice sharp with suspicion. "Because if you're lying, you'll regret it deeply," he threatened, his piercing gaze fixed on Daniel.

"No, sir, I am not lying. I have proof," Daniel replied confidently, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

He had taken photos secretly when Claire showed him the contract, trying to prove that her marriage to Adam wasn't real. Those images were now his leverage.

He handed his phone to Andrew, displaying the incriminating pictures.

"I can't believe this," Linda, Adam's mother, gasped, her face pale with disbelief. "First, that mother of two, Mia, and now a contract marriage with this gold digger? What is wrong with him? What will happen to my son's future? How could he be so foolish when it comes to the women in his life?" she lamented, wringing her hands in distress.

"Don't worry, Linda," Andrew said, his jaw clenching as a determined glint flashed in his eyes. "I'll handle this. I'll do whatever it takes to secure his future and set his life back on track."

Then, turning to Daniel, he asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"Sir, I was planning to go to the press with this information," Daniel said, feigning anguish with masterful precision. "Adam married my girlfriend. I love her deeply, and I want her back." His voice wavered just enough to paint himself as the victim, ensuring Adam's parents would fall for his charade.

"You don't need to go to the press," Andrew said sharply, his tone decisive. "I'll give you money, but you must keep your mouth shut." Andrew's mind raced. If the news of a fake marriage became public, his son's career and reputation would be in jeopardy. As a father, he was determined to protect Adam at any cost.

"Thank you, sir. I won't go to the press, and I'll delete the photos. I'll forget everything... after ten million is transferred to my account," Daniel said, his tone casual yet calculated.

"Give me your account number," Andrew replied instantly, ready to resolve the matter without delay.

Daniel quickly provided his account details, his eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction.

Andrew's expression darkened as he spoke again, his voice like ice. "Now, I'm doubling the amount. But I want you to ensure that gold digger is out of my son's life. Do whatever it takes, but Adam must remain unaffected."

"Consider it done, sir," Daniel nodded eagerly, a sly grin tugging at his lips as a dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes.

Claire was frustrated as Daniel kept pestering her to meet him. Though she had no desire to see his face, she decided to end things once and for all. Taking a cab, she disguised herself with a scarf and sunglasses. When she arrived at Daniel's apartment, she rang the bell hastily, her heart pounding with annoyance.

Daniel opened the door, a smug smile on his face, and stepped aside to let her in.

Claire took a deep breath, stepping inside as she removed her scarf and sunglasses, her expression

hardened.

"What would you like to have, darling?" he asked politely, his voice dripping with false charm.

"Daniel," Claire exhaled sharply, trying to suppress her simmering anger. "I don't have time for this, so let's get it over with. I don't owe you any money, so stop bothering me," she spat, her tone laced with irritation. "Claire, I don't want your money," he said calmly, his demeanor unsettling. "I called you here to meet one last time before I leave your life for good. After today, I promise I'll never bother you again."

Claire froze, stunned by his words. Was he being serious? She studied his face for any sign of deceit.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows in disbelief, her tone cautious.

"Yes, Claire. I've realized my mistakes, and I'll let you go," Daniel said softly, extending his arms toward her. "Can I ask for one last hug?" he sighed, his voice filled with feigned sincerity. Claire hesitated, her instincts screaming not to trust him. She stayed rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond.

"Please, just one hug," Daniel pressed, his tone almost pleading.

"Fine," Claire murmured reluctantly, stepping closer to give her ex a brief goodbye hug.

But as soon as she moved into his arms, the door burst open, slamming against the wall. Blinding camera flashes filled the room as a sea of people barged inside, shouting questions and capturing every moment. Stunned, Claire pushed Daniel away, but it was too late. The damage was done. The cameras had already captured the scene, and reporters were yelling over each other, asking salacious questions.

She turned to Daniel, her eyes wide with betrayal, and saw the smug smile plastered on his face. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks-this had been his plan all along. He'd set her up.

Claire instinctively covered her face, but the photographers had already taken all the pictures and footage they needed. Anger and humiliation burned through her as she turned back to Daniel, her voice trembling with fury.

"You planned this?" Claire hissed, her voice trembling as she fought to hold back her tears. Her hands shook with a mix of anger and humiliation.

"No, babe!" Daniel said, his tone laced with fake concern as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a mock attempt to shield her from the paparazzi. He turned toward the cameras with feigned sincerity. "Please don't take photos of my girlfriend. Leave my house!"

Claire's stomach churned with disgust. The audacity of his words, calling her his girlfriend, only fueled her rage. With every ounce of strength she had, she shoved him away, breaking free from his hold.

She

spun around, her sole focus on escaping this nightmare, but her path was blocked. The media swarmed her like a wall, microphones and cameras thrust into her face, trapping her in the chaos.

"Let me go!" she shouted desperately, but no one listened. Tears streamed down her face as she realized there was no way out, no escape from this orchestrated humiliation.

The paparazzi swarmed around her like vultures, their cameras flashing incessantly as they hurled accusations and questions at her.

The barrage of questions was relentless, their voices blending into a deafening cacophony. Claire was too stunned to respond, frozen reality of the situation sank in. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and tears began streaming down her face, uncontrollable and hot with humiliation. Her mind raced with panic, dreading what Adam would think when he found out about this. The thought of his wrath, of his disbelief, terrified her to the core.

And worse, what if their contract marriage was exposed? The scandal would ruin everything. Claire's chest tightened at the thought-Adam would never forgive her, not for this.

 

Chapter 286

Unfaithful Wife

Amelia stormed into her apartment. Her frustration was visible on her face.

"Claire, you know I don't have time for this," she snapped, slamming the door behind her. Claire was already sitting on the couch, her posture slumped, anxiety and fear etched on her face. "I have enough on my plate without having to clean up the mess you've created." Her tone was sharp, laced with annoyance and disgust.

Amelia's anger wasn't just about the situation; it was about what Claire had done to Adam. He wasn't just her boss-he was her idol. He was in fact an idol for many and Claire had betrayed him. And right now, the world was turning against Claire. It felt like everyone, everywhere, was yelling her name with hatred.

Claire barely looked up as Amelia's words hit her. Her voice was small, thick with the pain and exhaustion from the hours of crying. "Amelia... I... I have nowhere to go," she murmured, her words breaking. "Please, I need your help."

Amelia stared at her, frustration mixing with disbelief. "Claire... why did you do this to Adam?" she asked, the question that everyone seemed to be asking.

"Amelia," Claire murmured, her voice trembling but filled with a desperate plea, "if I tell you I'm a victim too and that Daniel did this intentionally to take revenge... will you believe me?"

Amelia's harsh expression softened slightly as she saw the raw vulnerability in her friend's eyes. She let out a sigh, her frustration giving way to reluctant empathy. "Claire, even if I believe you, the damage to Adam's image is already done. We have to find a way to fix it," she said and her tone was softer this time.

Claire nodded slowly, understanding the weight of the situation. A spark of determination lit up her tear-streaked face as she met Amelia's gaze.

"What if I accept responsibility for the infidelity and file for divorce from Adam? Would that be enough to save him from this chaos?" she asked, her voice steady for the first time.

Amelia blinked, taken aback by the boldness of Claire's suggestion.

She studied her friend for a moment, torn between admiration and worry and hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, it would. Your confession would shift public sympathy toward Adam and make him look like the hero... but Claire, are you sure? You know how things work. Adam's fans, the media-they'll hate you. This scandal will leave your name tarnished forever."

Claire gave a bitter smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't care about that. Right now, the priority is to get Adam out of this mess. It happened because of me, so I'll take responsibility. I'll bear the consequences," she said, her voice steady and resolute. However, she had already thought it through. If she tried to defend herself publicly, the truth about her and Adam's marriage that it was a contract, not real-would come to light: That revelation would only make things worse. The damage would be irreparable. It was better this way-better for her to take the fall alone.

"Talk to Adam. I'm sure you two can sort this out," Amelia suggested gently.

"No, Amelia. It's too late to fix any of this, and there's no way I can face him," Claire replied, her voice heavy with pain.

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it took to protect the man she loved with all her heart and soul. She couldn't let the vultures circling them take advantage of the chaos. No matter the cost to herself, she would shield him from further harm.

"Call a press conference," Claire said finally, her tone carrying a mixture of determination and quiet resignation. Her hands trembled slightly, but her resolve was unshaken. Her eyes were hollow, her heart pounding nervously in her chest, but she had made her decision. Adam's grip tightened around the glass of scotch, his knuckles whitening as his eyes burned with uncontained anger. He stood frozen in the grand living area of his mansion, his gaze locked on the massive television mounted on the wall. The breaking news blared, a dagger twisting in his chest with every word.

"See, Adam? You picked the wrong woman again," Linda said, her voice dripping with disappointment. Adam's family-parents and siblings-were all there, watching in stunned silence.

Adam's jaw clenched as the glass trembled in his hand. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

On the screen, Claire faced a sea of reporters, her face deceptively calm as she delivered her statement in her indifferent voice. "I accept I am wrong and I shouldn't have gone to see Daniel while married to Adam," she admitted, her tone almost casual. "But I can't stay with him. I don't love my husband anymore. I'm bored of that life, and I want a divorce."

Adam's heart thundered in his chest as her words echoed in his mind. His disbelieving eyes fixated on her innocent face on the screen. Was this the same woman whose smile once lit up his world?

The questions clawed at his mind, each more painful than the last. Had she been in love with Daniel the entire time? Was he never enough for her? What could that bastard possibly give her that he couldn't?

A searing rage consumed him, burning away the last vestiges of reason. His grip on the glass tightened further, and before he could stop himself, it shattered in his hand with a sickening crunch. Shards of glass pierced his palm, and blood began to trickle down his fingers, staining the floor beneath him.

But Adam didn't flinch. He didn't even notice the pain. His fury was too blinding, his thoughts consumed. by betrayal. He wanted to destroy everything-burn the world if that's what it took to silence the storm. raging inside him.

"What have you done, Adam?" Linda cried, rushing to her son. She grabbed his injured hand, her voice breaking with worry, and yelled to the household staff, "Get the first aid kit! Now!"

"Adam," Andrew sighed heavily, stepping forward with a stern expression. "Don't hurt yourself over this. Look at her! She's shameless-causing this scandal without even batting an eye," he spat, his tone laced with disgust. "She's nothing but an embarrassment. Sign the papers, give her the divorce, and throw her out of your life."

Andrew tossed a set of divorce papers onto the table, the pages already signed by Claire. Amelia delivered it.

"Look at what she's done to you after everything you've done for her," Adam's older brother, Carter, interjected. "This filthy scandal could have wrecked your reputation, and if the truth about the contract marriage comes out, your career will be over."

"I don't care about the scandals and the career!" Adam growled, his glare cutting through his family. "They don't affect me?

His words came out in a low, guttural tone, but the pain in his voice was unmistakable.

Then why was his chest burning with anger and betrayal? No one in the room could possibly understand how he felt at that moment. It wasn't about the scandal, the press, or even the contract marriage being exposed.

What he couldn't bear what consumed him-was the fact that Claire had chosen Daniel over him. It wasn't the lies or the betrayal of their agreement. It was the realization that, in her heart, he had never been enough.

 

Chapter 287

"Matteo, thank God you're here," Emily breathed in relief as she saw her husband enter their mansion in

Paris, while the scandal involving Adam more was being broadcast on the television.

"Look at this! What's happening?" Her voice was tinged with panic as she rushed to clutch her husband's hand the moment he entered the room after answering her call. Her eyes darted back toward the television.

Matteo rushed back home after receiving the call from his wife, knowing he had to be there to comfort her and ease her worries.

"I know everything, mon amour," Matteo said calmly, his voice soothing as he pulled her into his embrace. "Rest assured, it's being taken care of. However, Adam's PR team has also been working diligently to suppress the news, and Alessandro has done everything possible on his end too. At my level, I've ensured it will be erased completely within minutes." His tone was steady and confident, offering her a sense of security.

"Thank you," Emily whispered, her eyes glimmering with love and gratitude as she looked at the incredible man she had married.

"Anything for you, ma douce," Matteo replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

Pulling back slightly, he gently urged her, "Now, please get ready. You know we're invited to my family's dinner tonight."

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His family had recently started a new venture in Paris and had come to the city to oversee it. Tonight, they were celebrating the success, but it was a private affair, reserved only for close family members.

"Give me five minutes," Emily said, biting her lip shyly.

She had completely forgotten about the family dinner in the chaos of learning about Adam's scandal. Over the years, while working with Mia, Emily had also formed a close friendship with Adam. After he had walked her down the aisle at her wedding, Adam had become someone truly special in her life.

Matteo understood this, which was why he had acted swiftly to help Adam, even before Emily had asked him to. He knew how much Adam meant to her and wanted to ease her worries.

As for Alessandro, despite his dislike for Adam Whitmore-largely due to the actor's affection for Aria-he couldn't ignore the fact that Aria would be distressed over her superstar friend's troubles. Quietly, Alessandro lent his support, working behind the scenes to help suppress the scandal.

"Are you sure, babe?" Matteo teased, his voice playful. "Can you really get ready in five minutes?"

"Of course!" Emily pouted, crossing her arms. "But the only reason I will take a little extra time is because I want to look good for your family dinner," she complained, her lips forming a small, adorable frown.

Matteo chuckled, unable to resist how effortlessly his beautiful wife could turn the tables on him.

"You don't have to try to look good, mon amour," he whispered, pulling her into the circle of his strong, protective embrace. "You're already perfect; sexy, beautiful and all mine." His voice softened, his gaze filled with hopeless love.

Emily giggled, shyness tainting her cheeks pink. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the

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gently yet firmly as he deepened the kiss.

"Ah, stop! Leave me, or we'll be late," she whined, pulling away breathlessly.

"I was thinking," Matteo said, his voice dropping an octave, now thick with desire, "we could skip the dinner, stay home, and spend the night making love instead." His darkened eyes glimmered with mischief and passion. "No!" Emily gasped, playfully pushing him away. "It's the first time we're going to your family's dinner. I don't want to make a bad impression on them!"

"Oh, babe, don't worry about my family," Matteo said nonchalantly, clicking his tongue as if brushing off her concerns.

"No, please, let's go. I want to meet them all," Emily insisted, her eyes filled with determination.

She hadn't had many chances to get to know them, and deep down, she knew they didn't like her. But that didn't matter. She was determined to win their hearts and make her place in their family "And," she added shyly, her cheeks turning crimson red "we can... carry on after we get home."

"Ah, you'll be the death of me, mon amour," Matteo groaned dramatically, reluctantly letting her go. Emily giggled, her heart fluttering at his words, and hurried to the bedroom to get ready.

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A while later, Emily and Matteo stepped out of their room, dressed impeccably in their designer outfits,

and made their way to the upscale hotel where Matteo's family was hosting the dinner.

As they walked into the lavish dining area, an icy silence settled over the room. All eyes turned to Emily, a mix of judgment and disapproval etched on most of their faces.

Matteo's jaw tightened as he noticed the unwelcoming atmosphere directed at his wife. He hated the way his family treated her, but Emily had pleaded with him earlier not to escalate anything.

"Give them time," she had said softly. "They'll come around."

Matteo wasn't so sure about that. It seemed like his family enjoyed being cruel to the woman he loved.

"Matteo," his mother's voice cut through the room, laced with disdain. "If you hadn't turned down Lia, you wouldn't have to be childless." Her taunting gaze settled pointedly on Emily, her words dripping with

venom.

The room froze, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Matteo's hands clenched into fists, his eyes. narrowing dangerously as he opened his mouth to respond.

"Mother, don't bring this up again," Matteo said firmly, his voice brimming with restrained anger. "I would have never married Lia. I love Emily, and if there will ever be a mother to my child, it will only be her." His words were a clear, unwavering defense of his wife, leaving no room for doubt.

"You must be thrilled, Emily," Matteo's sister-in-law, Mera, sneered. "Seeing Matteo argue with his own mother for your sake."

Emily's eyes widened in shock at the blatant accusation "No, I would never-"

"Save it!" Matteo's mother barked, cutting her off. "You've already succeeded in breaking this family apart. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" She glared at Emily with disgust. "How I wish Lia had been my daughter-in-law. But no, Matteo had to marry a barren woman like you."

Emily's heart sank as the cruel words pierced her. Humiliation and pain welled up, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the tears that began streaming down her cheeks.

Matteo's control finally snapped. Seeing the tears in Emily's eyes ignited his fury. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as he grabbed Emily's hand and helped her to her feet.

"That's enough," Matteo growled, his voice low but filled with venom. "If I had known you all invited us here just to humiliate my wife, we would never have come." He turned toward the exit, intent on leaving with Emily by his side.

"You've proven me right!" his father roared, slamming his hand on the table with such force that the dishes rattled. "This witch has cast a spell on you! You're ready to abandon your family for this unworthy woman!"

The scene had devolved into chaos, drawing the attention of nearby hotel staff and distant diners who watched the drama unfold with curiosity and mockery

Emily felt her heart race as unease rose in her chest. She cast a nervous glance around the room, the piercing stares of strangers making her feel restless and suffocated. The walls seemed to close in, and the room began to spin around her as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. "Matt..." she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. But before she could say more, the world around her turned dark. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

 

Chapter 288 She Is My World

"Emily!" Matteo Vinci's voice cracked with panic as he caught her just before she collapsed.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her close as his heart raced with fear. His worried gaze swept over her pale face, and without a second thought, he scoope her into his arms and stormed out of the hotel. The whispers and stares of the crowd meant nothing to him; his only concern was getting his wife the care she desperately needed.

Behind him, his family followed, guilt flickering across their faces. Carter took care of the hotel bill, while Matteo's mother and sister-in-law trailed behind Andrew, who was unwilling to leave his son alone in such a state. Though they didn't like Emily, they couldn't stand seeing Matteo so distraught.

Emily stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering as the rhythmic beeping of machines and the sharp scent of disinfectant greeted her senses. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she scanned the stark white hospital room, piecing together where she was. Slowly, realization dawned-she was in a hospital.

Her eyes searched the room, stopping when they landed on Matteo seated by her bedside. His face was pale with worry, but his eyes shone with relief as he leaned forward, taking her hand in his.

"Mon amour," he murmured softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "Thank God you're awake."

"What happened to me?" Emily asked, her voice weak and laced with confusion.

"You fainted, ma douce," Matteo replied gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, signaling the nurse to fetch the doctor.

Emily's eyes wandered across the room, noticing Matteo's family standing nearby. Their presence made her feel uncomfortable, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'm feeling fine. We can go home now," she insisted.

"Wait until the doctor examines you properly. They've already taken your blood for tests, and the results will be out soon," Matteo reassured Emily, his voice calm yet laced with concern.

The door opened, and the doctor entered with a nurse following closely behind. Matteo rose from his seat beside the bed, stepping aside to allow the doctor to examine his wife.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Vinci?" the doctor asked gently, checking Emily's pulse before using his stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat. He leaned closer, lightly pulling down the skin below her eyes to examine her more closely. "I'm feeling fine now," Emily replied softly, though her tone carried a hint of lingering unease.

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to hear. Have you experienced any nausea or dizziness in the mornings lately?"

"Not really," Emily answered, her brows furrowing. "Why? Is something wrong, doctor?" she asked, worry and suspicion creeping into her voice as he continued his examination.

"Nothing is wrong, Mrs. Vinci," the doctor said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he glanced at Matteo. "In fact, it's wonderful news. Congratulations-you're pregnant." mat hath Motton and Imiluwann

aniell shifted into endiant smile filled with love and amazement as he turned to look at Emily. But Emily's reaction was far from joyful-her face remained clouded with doubt.

"That's not possible, doctor," she murmured, her voice inged with disbelief and a trace of sadness. "After my miscarriage, I was told I couldn't conceive again."

"Miracles do happen, Mrs. Vinci, and medical science acknowledges them," the doctor said reassuringly. "Your previous scans did show uterine damage, but it appears to have healed significantly-likely due to your healthy lifestyle and care. This is a remarkable development."

Emily's shoulders visibly relaxed as a flicker of relief replaced her earlier tension.

"I would, however, recommend taking precautions moving forward," the doctor added. "I'm referring your case to a highly skilled OB-GYN for specialized care. Wishing you all the best, Mr. and Mrs. Vinci." With a final encouraging smile, the doctor left the room, leaving the couple to process the news.

Matteo rushed to Emily's side as he noticed tears welling up in her eyes. He cupped her face in his large palms, his hands gently brushing away the stray droplets. "Mon amour, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice tender yet full of concern.

"I can't believe the universe would be so kind to me," Emily murmured, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. Her voice wavered as she added, "To bless me with something I thought I could never have."

Matteo's heart swelled with emotion as he kissed her forehead. "You're an angel, ma belle. Of course, God had to bless you with your own miracle," he said, his voice steady and warm. He leaned in, kissing her forehead softly. "But no more tears-only smiles and positive thoughts from now on."

Matteo's gaze then shifted to his family, who were watching the scene with guilt-ridden expressions. His gaze sharpened as he addressed them. "And no more negativity. If anyone can't see my wife happy, then they have no place in our life."

Matteo's mother stepped forward, her face earnest and filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, Matteo, and I'm sorry, Emily. Please forgive me," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "I shouldn't have said the things I did. But now, knowing you're carrying our family's heir, I promise to do everything I can to support you. Emily, I'll give you the world at your feet," she added with a genuine smile.

Matteo's father nodded, stepping closer. "Matteo, Emily, we've made mistakes, but this child... this is a new beginning for all of us. Please give us a chance to prove we can care for you and your family. Emily, we'll never make you cry again," he pleaded earnestly. Matteo's brother and sister-in-law joined them, their faces softened by sincerity. "Matteo, no matter what, we are family," his brother said. "We've had our differences, but this baby is the light we've all been waiting for. Let us share in this joy and support you both." Mera, his sister-in-law, added, "Emily, we only want the best for you and your child. This baby isn't just your hope-it's ours too."

Matteo and Emily exchanged glances, both struggling to process how quickly people could change. It felt sudden and insincere, but this was a moment of joy for them, and they didn't want to ruin it. Matteo sighed deeply and looked at his family with a firm expression. "This is your last chance," he said, his voice steady yet edged with warning. "And trust me, if I find Emily crying because of any of you again, I'll cut all ties. No excuses."

"It will never happen," his mother assured him, stepping forward with a genuine softness as she gently caressed Emily's head. "From now on, I'll take care of you as if you were my own daughter, sweetie. You don't have to worry about a thing-just focus on being happy and keeping our grandbaby healthy."

Emily managed a small sinile, though her thoughts were conflicted. She couldn't ignore the feeling that their change of heart was driven more by selfish motives than genuine affection. They were thrilled about the Vinci heir she was carrying, but at least they had finally come around to accepting her.

Matteo noticed the smile on her face and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Her happiness was all that mattered to him. Without caring that his family stood watching, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

"I love you, mon amour," Matteo whispered, peering deep into her sparkling blue eyes with all the love and sincerity in his heart. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Emily smiled, looking at him as her eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, Matteo felt as though he had conquered the entire world-because he had her.

 

Chapter 289

"That's not fair! You didn't come, but you sent a gift for the baby. Even Emily has come to see me, she's heavily pregnant!" Mia complained over the phone, her voice filled with playful frustration. Adam, on the other end, couldn't help but smile at her words.

"Mia, you know I'm a little busy with the movie promotions right now. I can't come to Florence, but I'll definitely see you and your little angel once the movie is out and I have some time for myself," Adam replied, his voice soft yet apologetic.

Mia and Alessandro had been blessed with a beautiful baby girl, and while Adam had sent gifts, his hectic schedule prevented him from visiting them. His upcoming movie was about to hit theaters, and promotional events had him buried in work. The old Adam, carefree and spontaneous, seemed like a distant memory. This version of Adam was all business, as if he was trying to bury himself in work to escape from everything else.

"Okay, I forgive you this time," Mia said, her tone softening. "But don't forget to take care of yourself," she added, a hint of concern in her voice.

"Okay, ma'am," Adam chuckled lightly. "Alright, Mia. I've arrived at the hotel where the event is about to start. I'll talk to you later," he said, ending the call.

He was in New York City for promotional events and was scheduled to appear at the Seven-Star Hotel. As he looked out of his car window, he saw the media and fans gathered outside, waiting for him. But Adam didn't share their excitement. He had no interest in engaging with anyone at that moment. Yet, he knew it was part of his profession to maintain a humble public image.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the car door, stepping out with his usual undeniable charm and aura, the image of a movie star who knew how to navigate the spotlight even when his heart wasn't fully in it.

His bodyguard surrounded him and guided him inside. The hosts welcomed Adam Whitmore as the event kicked off. Adam remained focused and calm as he interacted with the media and fans, answering questions about his upcoming movie and letting them take pictures and selfies with him. Despite being surrounded by so many people, he didn't really want any of it. Success, fame, wealth, and fortune all seemed insignificant to him now. He didn't even know what he truly wanted from his life. All his achievements felt hollow, like lies, and he longed to forget everything-just to be himself, just to be happy for once.

Suddenly, a wave of unease hit him, and his eyes scanned the crowd frantically. They froze when they landed on a familiar face in the corner. His heart skipped a beat. It was her.

His wife. His Claire.

"Please, Benjamin, can I take the day off? I'm not feeling well today," Claire asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she leaned against the doorframe of his office.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smile.

"How can you ask for a day off when we've got such a big event at the hotel?" he said, his tone dripping

with condescension. Claire could tell he was playing a game-he knew exactly what he was doing. He hadn't told her that Adam Whitmore would be at the hotel today, and he was insisting on her staying on purpose.

Ever since the scandal, Claire had been blacklisted from most firms. Her reputation was ruined, especially after the public humiliation of being married to Adam Whitmore and cheating on him. No one wanted to employ her, an unfaithful woman. That's why she had ft Los Angeles after the divorce and moved to New York City, taking whatever jobs she could find, no matter how degrading or insignificant. She needed the money-she had bills to pay, and with a child growing side her, she couldn't afford to let herself starve. Yes, she was pregnant.. with Adam Whitmore's child.

When she'd first missed her period and felt constant nausea, Claire had gone for a checkup, only to find out that she was pregnant with Adam Whitmore's child. She felt a mixture of emotions-happiness and sadness intertwined-but ultimately, the discovery had given her a new sense of purpose. She now carried the child of the man she still loved, and that small bundle of joy had become her reason to keep going.

 

Chapter 290

"Benjamin, Adam is here," Claire whispered, her voice weak and filled with concern. "It won't be good for the hotel if we come face to face."

Benjamin sneered at her, his voice dripping with disdain. "Don't worry about the hotel's reputation, you slut," he spat. "Don't forget we gave you a job when the whole world turned their back on you."

Claire lowered her head and remained silent. She knew exactly why Benjamin had given her this job. The scandal surrounding her had brought unwanted attention, and Adam's fans came in droves, drawn to the place just to sneer at her, humiliate her, and release their anger on her for betraying their idol. It was sickening, but Claire had no choice but to endure it.

She stayed quiet, enduring every insult and humiliation for the sake of her unborn child and her will to survive. She was willing to put up with anything for the sake of the little one growing inside her, hoping that with time, the scandal would be forgotten-and maybe, just maybe, people would forget her, too.

"Now get back to work," Benjamin spat with disgust. Claire clenched the fabric of her waitress uniform to bear the humiliation and turned to resume her duties. Her gaze remained fixed on the floor as she walked away. Her steps were slow and tired. "Claire!"

The deep, familiar voice-laden with yearning-stopped her in her tracks. Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively lifted her eyes, only to find herself face-to-face with her ex-husband, Adam Whitmore.

Panic surged through her. She wasn't ready for this-this encounter, this moment.

"Excuse me, sir," she murmured, forcing indifference into her tone as she tried to sidestep him.

But Adam's hand shot out, grasping her arm gently yet firmly, halting her retreat. His gaze dropped, settling on her rounded belly.

"You're pregnant?" he whispered, his voice tinged with shock. His eyes, now wide with questions, searched hers for answers she wasn't willing to give. Claire looked away, refusing to meet his gaze, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. "Let go of my hand," Claire protested softly, trying to pull her arm free from his grasp.

"Leave us alone," Adam barked suddenly as his fiery glare turned to Benjamin, who had been watching the scene unfold with thinly veiled amusement. The manager's face paled, and he quickly bowed his head before slinking away, unwilling to challenge Adam's fury.

"Claire," Adam sighed, his tone

softening as he took in the sight of her. His eyes, filled with both longing and pain, seemed to drink her in like a man parched. "I've been looking for you everywhere," he admitted, Kis voice heavy with sadness. "Why did

you leave without a word? You did

didn't

tell anyone where you were going. No address, no contact. Nothing."

Claire had blocked Adam's number right after their divorce and changed her contact information when she moved to New York City. She'd vanished without a trace, leaving no clues about her whereabouts.

"Mr. Whitmore," she said coolly, lifting her gaze to glare at him, her tone sharp and distant. "You shouldn't be seen with me. It's not good for your reputation."

Adam's jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened with frustration.

"I don't care, dammit," he said, his voice rough with emotion. His frustration grew as Claire avoided answering any of his questions, treating him as though he were nothing more than an unwanted shadow from her past.

Claire's gaze flickered around the

room, her heart pounding when she

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noticed people taking photos and recording videos with their phones Whispers and curious glances buzzed in the air, growing louder by the second. Her chest tightened with anxiety. She was already enduring enough hatred and humiliation-this public spectacle could only make her life worse.

"Everyone is watching," she said in a low, urgent voice, her eyes pleading for him to understand.

Adam's expression softened, but his gaze moved back to her belly, lingering there with a mix of hope and dread. His throat tightened as he hesitated before asking the question that had been gnawing at his heart. "Claire... is this child mine?" Claire didn't hesitate. She met his gaze with cold resolve, forcing her voice to remain steady. "No. It's not."

The firmness in her reply hit Adam like a punch to the gut. His face reflected a storm of emotions-shock, disbelief, and a flash of heartbreak.

"Now leave me alone, Adam

Whitmore, and don't ever appear in

my life again she spat, her voice trembling with suppressed pain. Adam's hand loosened as he came back to reality, letting her arm fall from his grasp. Without waiting for his response, Claire turned and hurried back to the counter, her head held high despite the tears stinging her eyes.

She couldn't afford to cry. Not here. Not now. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm the storm raging inside her, willing herself to appear composed. It was better this way. Better for Adam to stay far away from her, even if it tore her apart inside.