The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

“Or what?” the blonde challenged, crossing her arms. “You’ll throw your happy hour cocktails at us?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Emilia growled, taking a half–step forward.

The first woman smirked. “We’re just trying to save your friend some heartbreak. Alexander Carter has a type, you know. Pretty, naive, easily manipulated.”

“I am not easily manipulated,” I snapped, my hands balling into fists.

“That’s exactly what someone easily manipulated would say,” the blonde replied with fake sympathy.

Ariana moved closer to me. “Look, we don’t know who you are, and frankly, we don’t care. But you’ve ruined our night and my friend’s top, so please just go.”

“Make us,” the first woman challenged, lifting her chin.

Before any of us could respond, a familiar deep voice cut through the tension.

“Madison. Stella. That’s enough.”

My head whipped around to see Alexander standing at the edge of our table, his expression thunderous. He wore a charcoal suit that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, looking every inch the powerful CEO despite the late hour.

The two women paled visibly. Their superior smirks vanished instantly, replaced by wide–eyed alarm. The blonde took a half–step back, nearly stumbling into a nearby chair.

“Alexander,” the first woman said, her voice suddenly small. “We were just-”

“Harassing my girlfriend?” Alexander’s voice was dangerously calm as he moved to stand beside me. His hand found the small of my back, warm and steadying. “I could hear you from across the bar.”

The club had fallen eerily quiet, dozens of eyes watching the drama unfold. I felt my cheeks burn under the collective stare.

“We were only telling her the truth,” the blonde said, lifting her chin despite her obvious discomfort.

Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Madison, the only truth here is that you’re making a scene and embarrassing yourself.”

Madison. So the blonde was Madison. I filed away the name, studying her face more carefully now.

to the first woman, “I expected better from you. Does

one who’d spilled her drink on me. She fidgeted

didn’t send

she sent you. I asked if she knows you’re here, harassing my

leaned close to my ear. “Who the

idea,” I whispered

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Chapter 69

commanding the space between us

crossed her arms. “Why should I? We all

cut like a blade. “Think very carefully

his tone made her falter. She glanced at Stella, who

tight smile that didn’t

not an apology,” Alexander said

sorry for spilling my drink on you and for what I said. It

“Me too. I’m

rang hollow, but I nodded stiffly, just

said. “Now listen carefully, both of you. Olivia is my girlfriend. She deserves your

not jealous,” Madison protested

from where I’m standing, it

at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

“It ends now. And when you see Victoria, tell her if she has concerns about my relationship, she can address them to me directly instead of sending her

didn’t send us,”

it,” Alexander said dismissively. “I know my cousin.

Victoria–the

go,” Stella said, tugging at

hesitated, looking like she wanted to say more, but something in Alexander’s expression made her think better of

over,” she muttered, but allowed Stella to pull her

if either of you approaches Olivia again, you’ll

each other. The moment they disappeared, the

me, his expression softening. “Are you