The Substitute Bride and the CEO's Forbidden Passion

Moments later, Alexandre Montfort nodded slightly and said concisely, "Let's go."

Claire Wentworth understood immediately. A brilliant smile bloomed on her face, and her eyes sparkled with sincerity as she said, "Thank you. You will surely never regret this decision in the future."

A faint glimmer flashed in Alexandre Montfort's eyes. He composed himself and then retracted his gaze from Claire.

Leo pushed the wheelchair and turned towards the door. Claire Wentworth followed closely behind with light steps.

Behind them, Ryan looked hesitant, his eyes shifting between Antoine Wentworth and Simone Lefort. The young master had previously ordered an action, but now he had taken their daughter away. Should he carry out the order or not?

Just then, Alexandre Montfort's voice came from outside, "Withdraw."

Only then did Ryan lead the team to leave in an orderly manner.

It was not until their figures disappeared outside the villa of the Wentworth family that the people in the hall seemed to come to their senses. For a moment, some people let out a long sigh of relief, and some wiped the sweat from their foreheads. The young master of the Montfort family was truly terrifying.

Antoine Wentworth and Simone Lefort supported each other and slowly stood up.

"Who would have thought that it was Claire who saved our Wentworth family at the critical moment," someone couldn't help but sigh.

Antoine Wentworth had a look of relief on his face and said, "Claire is a good girl. Everyone has been frightened today. I've booked a hotel and prepared fine wine to soothe everyone's nerves."

The atmosphere in the Wentworth family gradually became lively again as they had escaped a disaster.

Half an hour later.

Claire Wentworth and Alexandre Montfort were sitting opposite each other in a low - key but luxurious RV.

Claire stared at the two dark red marriage certificates in her hands. For a moment, she was in a daze. She had actually married the man she had tried so hard to avoid in her previous life. Did this mean that she could finally take control of her destiny in this life?

She raised her eyes and took a quick glance at Alexandre Montfort. Setting aside the fact that he might not have long to live, the man in front of her was undoubtedly good - looking, outstanding, and powerful. And judging from their current interaction, he didn't seem as cold - blooded and difficult to get along with as rumored.

So, she finally had a new start, different from her previous life. How wonderful!

This sudden joy made the corners of her mouth curl up involuntarily.

"Are you that eager to marry me?" Alexandre Montfort suddenly asked. His tone was casual and indifferent, with a hint of undetectable weariness.

Claire put away her smile, remained silent for two seconds, and then nodded gently, "Yes."

"If you were so eager, why did you expose the substitute - marriage thing?"

"Because I know that such a thing as substituting for the marriage can never escape your eyes. It's better to be honest from the beginning than to be exposed later. This is my way of showing my sincerity to you," Claire replied seriously.

Alexandre Montfort chuckled softly, and a stronger sense of inquiry appeared in his eyes. "Have we met somewhere before?"

Claire thought carefully for a while and then shook her head. "No!"

Whether in her previous life or this life, today was indeed their first meeting, at least as far as her memory was concerned.

Alexandre Montfort nodded and regained his previous casual manner. "Why do you want to marry me?"

"Because you have the ability to protect me," Claire said frankly. "My life before was... terrible. If I want to get out of that kind of life, I have to find a powerful backer. And you are powerful enough!"

Alexandre Montfort slightly raised his eyebrows, and his eyes, with a hint of a smile, focused on her. When taking the marriage - certificate photos just now, Claire tied up her hair, and her delicate features were fully revealed.

Her forehead was smooth, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, her nose was straight, and her moist red lips were gently pursed. Because of her joy, her eyes and brows were filled with smiles. Two shallow dimples faintly appeared on her fair face.

She looked beautiful and cute, like a simple little rabbit looking for protection. But was this really the case?

"So, you just want to use me?"

This indifferent tone made Claire a little nervous. She quickly replied, "It should be said that it's mutual utilization. After all, you also need a wife, don't you?"

She met his gaze with frankness, without any evasion.

"If I just need a wife, there are countless women who would be willing."

"But those women are likely to have interests intertwined with you and the Montfort family. That's why you chose Victoire Wentworth, who has no connection with your life circle. And I'm more suitable for your requirements than Victoire Wentworth."

"How so?"

"Because not only did I have no connection with your life circle before, but I'm also an orphan! Since the day my mother passed away. As for the people in the Wentworth family..."

"When I agreed to substitute for the marriage, I severed the father - daughter relationship with Antoine Wentworth. So, when you marry me, you don't have to worry at all that the Wentworth family will attach themselves to you and take advantage of you."

As she spoke, she handed two agreements to Alexandre Montfort. One was the agreement to sever the father - daughter relationship with Antoine Wentworth, and the other was the agreement to cancel the engagement with Lucas Moreau.

"Antoine Wentworth is your biological father?" Alexandre Montfort looked surprised.

Claire slowly narrowed her eyes, and the hatred in her eyes burst out instantly. "A biological father who only gave birth to me but didn't raise me, a vicious step - mother, a stepsister who grabs everything and dares to grab anything, and a cruel and ruthless fiancé."

"They made the past twenty years of my life a living hell. I want them to return everything they took from me. I want them to pay for the harm they caused me!"

Alexandre Montfort took the agreements and asked, "So, you want to take revenge with my power?"

Claire admitted without hesitation, "Yes. However, I promise you that I will never bring you any trouble or annoyance because of my affairs. If you don't feel reassured, we can sign an agreement."

"If one day you think this marriage has no meaning to continue, you can end it at any time. I will never pester you."

Alexandre Montfort pondered for a moment and said, "So, you just want to rely on my power?"

Claire was silent for a moment. Although the phrase "rely on someone's power" didn't sound very nice, it was exactly what she meant. However, since it was a cooperation, she couldn't take all the benefits. So, she sincerely added and explained, "Of course, since I enjoy the protection brought by this marriage, I will be 100% loyal to this marriage. From this moment on, you are the only family I have in this world!"

"No matter what request you have in the future, just tell me directly. I will definitely do my best to cooperate."

"Any request?" Alexandre Montfort's voice rose slightly.

Claire nodded firmly, "Yes, any request!"

She firmly believed that even if the man in front of her was bad, he would never be worse than Lucas Moreau and Victoire Wentworth. So, no matter how excessive the request he made, it couldn't be more excessive than asking for her heart.

Alexandre Montfort let out a soft "hmm" and said, "Then be a good third young mistress of the Montfort family. Remember your identity at all times."

He was reminding her that being his wife was by no means an easy thing. However, Claire still nodded without hesitation.

Alexandre Montfort "hmm" ed again, and then closed his eyes wearily. His thick eyelashes fell, like two small fans covering his lower eyelids. His thick black eyebrows were raised heroically, his nose was straight and well - shaped, and his thin lips showed a faint paleness.

Claire knew that this was the lip color of someone who had been ill for a long time. There was a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the carriage, which was slightly bitter.

Claire carefully examined him. In her previous life, this man had passed away a month after marrying Victoire Wentworth. But judging from his complexion, he didn't seem to be that terminally ill.

She slowly stretched out her hand, reached for his wrist, and gently placed her index, middle, and ring fingers on his pulse. After about five or six minutes, she withdrew her fingers.

A hint of indescribable confusion flashed in Claire's eyes.