Married To My Celebrity Crush

of hand," I whispered

ring my fear. "We need to leave before

at the door-firm and commanding. My mother and I exchanged a wo

hispered, her voic

nt by the Sinclair family. Behind them, a sleek black car waited at the curb, its engine

h a nod. "We're here to escort you to

ng nod, urging me to move forward. Taking a deep breath, I sli

ash. But the bodyguards formed a protective barrier around us, guiding us swiftly to the waiting car

was silent, the tension between my mother and me thick as we processed what had just happened. I couldn't shake

th standing at the entrance. His tall, imposing figure, wi

auty, too handsome and famous to be the man I

mind again, and something within me churned. I hadn't mentioned t

bodyguards escorted us to the entrance of the mansion, f

," Smith said with a charming smile, taki

n indeed," my mom muttered, giv

ks flush. "My wife, I knew you'd retur

ged to say with an eye roll before forcing

and I started to wonder what might be her gain in this. She knew

k as he guided me into the grand foyer of the Sinclair mansion. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, stirring memories I had tr

chandeliers sparkling overhead, and walls lined with priceless art. The opulence

ver ran down my spine. She was the very image of the wicked stepmother from a fantasy movie-her sharp features, perfectly coifed

mile. "I'm glad you decided to accept being my son's wife, just for

mine. He had a smirk on his face, one that reminded me of his shirtless figure. It was almost like he kn

safe here, she's all I have," my m

th me," I said, my voice rising higher than normal. "She c

, but Smith's words overshadowed hers. "Of cour

the fact that he was acting all kin

now," he smiled. "Luke, give h

pression mirroring the one on my face at that moment.

room, leaving Smith and me alone. I wanted to fol

mily. You'll stay in mine," he said, giving