The Substitute Bride and the CEO's Forbidden Passion

Judging from the pulse, this person's life expectancy is far more than a month. So, was his death in the previous life also the doing of Victoire Wentworth? That vicious woman is truly capable of anything.

While Claire Wentworth was lost in thought, her eyes downcast, Alexandre Montfort's eyelids slightly parted. He has always been highly vigilant and can promptly detect any danger around him, even in a deep sleep. He felt it the moment Claire Wentworth reached out to him. But since he didn't sense any malice from her, he let her be.

Now, looking at Claire Wentworth, it seems that she knows something about medicine. Acupuncture and massage? These belong to the realm of traditional Chinese medicine. Moreover, the faint, almost imperceptible scent on her always gives Alexandre Montfort a sense of vague familiarity, as if he has smelled it somewhere before.

The car drove all the way to the Montfort family villa. Leo got out of the car and opened the door for them. Claire Wentworth got out first, and immediately a steel plate extended from the car, forming a smooth ramp.

Claire Wentworth turned around and reached out her hand to Alexandre Montfort in the wheelchair. Since she had promised to be his wife wholeheartedly, she decided to start from these little actions. Alexandre Montfort's gaze landed lightly on her hand. It was smooth and delicate.

Leo's face froze. Just as he was about to say that his master disliked being touched by others, he saw that the young master had already placed his palm on Claire Wentworth's slender hand. Leo silently closed his mouth.

The servants waiting at the door were all astonished when they saw this scene. However, the Montfort family has strict rules. Although everyone was curious, no one dared to make a sound. Butler Wilson, standing in front of them, smiled with delight as he watched the two hands clasped together.

Alexandre Montfort got out of the car, and Claire Wentworth withdrew her hand. Alexandre Montfort looked at his empty palm, and for some reason, a faint sense of reluctance welled up in his heart. Leo pushed the wheelchair, and they entered the house.

Alexandre Montfort glanced at Claire Wentworth, the corners of his lips curving slightly. "I still have some matters to attend to. Do as you please, Madam."

Madam? This address made Claire Wentworth's brows twitch slightly. She was finally no longer the daughter of the Wentworth family or the young mistress of the Moreau family. She no longer had to live a difficult life, constantly watching the faces of those two families.

She stood there silently until Alexandre Montfort took the elevator upstairs, then she turned around.

"Young mistress," Butler Wilson said with a sincere smile. "I'm Wilson, the butler here. If you need anything in the future, you can tell me."

"Thank you, Butler Wilson."

"You're welcome, young mistress. Your room is ready. It's the first room on the left at the second - floor staircase. You can go back to your room and rest for a while. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

"Okay." Claire Wentworth thanked him again and then walked upstairs.

She opened the door of the first room on the left and was greeted with a warm - toned and cozy interior. The overall color scheme was in warm colors. On the two - meter - wide bed, roses were arranged in the shape of two hearts snuggling together. On the dressing table beside it, there was a pair of small figurines for a wedding ceremony, looking very festive.

On the right side of the room was a large terrace. Claire Wentworth opened the door and went out. There were two rooms leading to the terrace, one was hers, and the other was Alexandre Montfort's. Through the glass door, Alexandre Montfort was lying motionless on the bed. As soon as Claire Wentworth saw him, she quickly turned around to avoid the suspicion of peeking.

The cloakroom was filled with a wide variety of clothes, all of which were famous brands without exception. Apparently, not knowing the owner's preferences, they had selected some of each type.

Adjacent to the cloakroom was a study. The bookshelves were filled with brand - new books, mostly masterpieces from home and abroad, as well as various reference books. On the large writing desk, there was a computer. It was the Shenyu 5 laptop with the highest cost - performance ratio at present. It was still unopened and was apparently prepared for the new owner of the house, Victoire Wentworth.

Sigh! Claire Wentworth really couldn't figure out how that despicable woman, Victoire Wentworth, had caught Alexandre Montfort's eye. Claire Wentworth only remembered that one day two years ago, people from the Montfort family in Metropolis suddenly came and said that the third young master of the Montfort family had taken a fancy to Victoire Wentworth. The whole thing happened rather inexplicably. At that time, it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't pay much attention to it. As a result, when she tried to recall it now, everything was completely blurred.

At the same time, Antoine Wentworth received a call from a bank staff member. "Mr. Wentworth, we're really sorry. The loan you applied for has not passed our review. I'm notifying you of this. We hope to have the opportunity to cooperate again. Goodbye."

Antoine Wentworth, who was in the middle of toasting and chatting with others, suddenly froze.

"Mr. Wentworth, what's wrong?" a guest asked.

Antoine Wentworth quickly masked his gaffe. "It's nothing. Come on, everyone, let's continue."

...

In the Montfort family villa, Claire Wentworth came out of the study. As she walked to the door and was about to close it, a beautiful hand reached out and pressed against the door before her. "Are you the bride who was sent here as a substitute from the Wentworth family?"

Claire Wentworth looked up and saw a sharp - chinned beauty dressed in all - brand - name clothes glaring at her furiously. It was actually the popular actress, Sophie Chevalier.

Claire Wentworth frowned. Was there actually a female celebrity in Alexandre Montfort's house?

Before she could react, Sophie Chevalier opened her mouth with a look of utter disdain. "I say, do you think that just by entering the Montfort family, you can become the young mistress of the Montfort family? Let me tell you, no matter what you're planning, my third brother will never want a woman of unknown origin."

Third brother? Claire Wentworth was taken aback. She only knew that the Montfort family had three siblings, the eldest brother, Sebastian Montfort, the second sister, Isabella Montfort, and the third young master she had married, Alexandre Montfort. She had never heard that they had such a celebrity sister. A cousin? Or a younger sister of the same clan?

Sophie Chevalier snorted. "Even if my third brother is paralyzed, you're not the kind of woman he would have his eyes on. So, while my third brother is away, you, immediately, right now, get as far away as you can."

These words made a surge of unquenchable anger well up in Claire Wentworth's heart. In her previous life, she had heard too many threatening words, coaxing words, and had endured too many grievances she didn't want to bear. She had always given in to everyone, living cautiously for fear of making others unhappy. But after giving up everything, all she got in return was even more wanton harm.

Was she still going to be submissive in this new life? No! In this life, she would no longer endure any grievances from anyone. She wanted to live freely according to her own will. Everyone who was malicious towards her and made her unhappy would be countered immediately.

A sarcastic look emerged in Claire Wentworth's eyes. "So, are you Alexandre Montfort's... mother?"

Sophie Chevalier was furious. "Are you blind? Where do I look like someone's mother? Didn't you hear me call him third brother?"

Claire Wentworth ignored her and continued speaking as she intended. "Since you're not Alexandre Montfort's mother, then may I ask which elder of the Montfort family are you?"

"Elder?" Sophie Chevalier's face turned red with anger. "I'm only twenty, twenty! Where do I look like an elder?"

"So, you're neither Alexandre Montfort's mother nor an elder of the Montfort family. Then what right do you have to make decisions for Alexandre Montfort? Even if I'm a substitute bride, I'm now his legitimate wife. And who are you to him?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me call him third brother?" Sophie Chevalier raised her head angrily.

"So, you're Alexandre Montfort's sister? But I've never heard that Alexandre Montfort has a sister. Judging by how angry you are, could you be... his lover?"

Sophie Chevalier pursed her lips, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face. "Don't talk nonsense. I... I..."

Claire Wentworth smiled. "It seems I'm right. So, may I ask, dear lover, what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant in front of Alexandre Montfort's legitimate bride?"

"Are you crazy?" Sophie Chevalier felt like she had encountered a lunatic. "You're clearly a poor wretch abandoned by your parents and fiancé, Lucas Moreau, yet you're acting all high - and - mighty in front of me? Claire Wentworth, you can't seriously think that with such a reputation, you still have a chance to become the third young mistress of the Montfort family?"

She had found out about her background so quickly? This so - called lover was no simple person!

Claire Wentworth maintained a cold smile. "Well, actually, whether I have a chance or not isn't important. What's important is that you definitely don't have a chance. Because if you really had a chance to become the third young mistress, there wouldn't have been this whole substitute - marriage thing. Am I right, dear lover?"

Sophie Chevalier was hit right in the heart by her words. Her face turned pale with anger for a moment. Was this really the person who was betrayed by her own sister and forced to marry a paralyzed man on her sister's behalf? Could it be that she was up to something?

After all, the Montfort family in Metropolis was far more powerful than the Moreau family. Thinking this way, Sophie Chevalier looked at Claire Wentworth with even more malice, and her words became even more impolite.