Chapter 123 Breaking The Spell

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The days passed quickly, and soon, the wedding day of Adam and Claire arrived. A grand venue had been booked, and the event was hailed as the wedding of the century. Invitations had gone out to guests from around the globe, and press from every corner gathered to capture the union of the famous celebrity couple. Claire's uncle's family was also present, and Adam had arranged for her ill grandmother to attend the wedding, bringing along specialized nurses and doctors to care for her. Claire was grateful for his thoughtfulness. He didn't have to do this; after all, Claire was being paid to play his fake bride, and the wedding wasn't real—they had already signed a contract for just one year. But he did it all to make Claire happy and to make everything feel genuine. In the bridal chamber, Claire was getting ready with the help of a renowned celebrity makeup artist and his team. They worked meticulously to perfect her hair and makeup. When Claire finally caught her reflection in the wall-sized mirror, her breath hitched—she barely recognized herself. Was this truly her, or had they transformed her into a different woman? Her exclusive wedding dress, worth ten million dollars, made her look like a real princess. The subtle makeup and perfect hairstyle—a bun with a few loose tendrils framing her face—enhanced her natural beauty even more. There was a knock on the door, and Adam's mother, Linda Whitmore, entered the room. She placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes shining with admiration. "Oh my god! My son's choice is extraordinary for sure," she gasped, making Claire lower her eyes with shyness. "You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen, my dear," she added with a wide grin. "Thank you, Mrs. Whitmore," Claire murmured, her cheeks tinting pink. No one had ever praised her so sincerely, making her feel truly beautiful. Claire had met Adam's family when he officially proposed to her in public, and to her surprise, they were very humble and accepted her immediately. Adam had not disclosed the contract marriage to his family; he told them they had been in love for a while and wanted to marry. His family believed it. "Claire, call me Mom," Linda insisted warmly. "Now you're getting married to my son, and I'll have another daughter as well." Linda and Andrew had three children: their elder son, Carter, was a star player on the national hockey team; their middle son, Adam, was a famous movie star; and their younger daughter, Michelle, was an emerging singer. Claire nodded. "Yes, Mom." "That's my girl," Linda grinned. "Now let's go to the wedding hall because someone is waiting very impatiently," she added with a teasing wink, making Claire blush even more. Linda fixed her veil and handed her the flowers. Holding her hand, she walked Claire to the entrance of the wedding banquet, where her uncle was waiting to walk her down the aisle. Linda passed her to her uncle, and Claire hooked her arm in his elbow, noting his stern expression. As they started walking, music played by a famous band from L.A. filled the hall. Her uncle leaned in and whispered in Claire's ear, "Don't forget to send money every month," he ordered. Claire sighed and nodded subtly. It was an emotional day for her, and she missed her parents. She had hoped her uncle would be a father figure, offering her emotional strength, but he only thought about himself. Alone in this world, her eyes began to glisten as she missed her mom and dad so badly on her special day. She tried hard not to let her tears spill, not wanting her expensive makeup to get ruined and spoil the day for Adam. Slowly, she lifted her head and glanced around, finding everyone's eager eyes on her. This made her even more nervous, and her steps faltered as her resolve shook. Then she sneakily glanced up at the stage, where Adam stood in a black tuxedo. She forgot to breathe—he looked like a Greek god descended to Earth. Her heart raced as she grasped the reality that she was actually going to marry Adam Whitmore in front of the world. Her eyes met Adam's, who was watching her with a soft expression. As she reached the stage, Adam extended his hand to her. Claire's uncle handed her to her future husband, placing her hand in Adam's outstretched palm. Adam enclosed her small hand in his large one and gently pulled her onto the stage. He couldn't tear his eyes off his contract bride, unable to believe this was the same nerdy PR manager who had now transformed into such a stunning diva, capable of rivaling many supermodels and actresses. He brought her hand to his lips, and Claire shivered at the electrifying sensation of his warm mouth on her skin. "You look beautiful," Adam murmured in his deep, husky voice into Claire's ear, his eyes roaming over her from head to toe. His breathing accelerated at the thought of marrying such a hot and stunning beauty, even though it was a fake marriage. Their eyes met, a captivating spell weaving between them, only to be broken by the officiant clearing his throat. He stood beneath an archway of twinkling lights and cascading flowers, holding a ceremonial book. His voice carried over the soft whispers of the guests as he began the ceremony.

Chapter 123 Breaking The Spell

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