The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 71

Olivia

Alexander took a sharp turn, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Victoria’s feeding them information to manipulate

you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Natasha was a woman I dated in Paris three years ago. It didn’t end well.”

“Define ‘didn’t end well.”

“She wanted more than I was willing to give.”

“Marriage?” I asked.

“Love,” he corrected, his voice flat.

The word hung between us, heavy with implication. I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past.

“And the hidden room?”

Alexander’s mouth quirked up. “Not nearly as scandalous as they made it sound. It’s a private office where I keep sensitive business documents.”

“So not a sex dungeon filled with whips and chains?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

“Is that what you were imagining?”

My cheeks burned. “No!”

“Liar,” he said, but his tone was playful. “You’re disappointed it’s just boring paperwork, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” I muttered, fighting a smile.

We fell into comfortable silence as he navigated through downtown LA. The stain on my top had started to dry, turning sticky against my skin.

they mean by ‘contract girlfriends‘?” I

of doubt. She knows I date casually. She’s

you’ve never had a contractual relationship

ours.” His eyes remained fixed on the road. “I’ve had arrangements with women in the past. Mutually beneficial relationships with clear expectations and endpoints. I prefer women who understand what they’re getting into.

me,” I said

glanced at me.

I’m helping you secure your inheritance instead of just warming your

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he countered. “The

him, but Madison and Stella’s words kept replaying in my head. Contract girlfriends. A pattern. The hidden room. Natasha in Paris. It was

voice cut through my

blinked, realizing we’d stopped outside my apartment

gathering my purse. “Thanks for

“Of course.”

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handle. I’d agreed to this arrangement. His past relationships, contractual or otherwise, didn’t matter. I would be his wife on paper, get the money for my family, and after

No emotions involved.

those women’s

said, studying my face in the dim light

replied with a forced smile.

back. “Don’t let Victoria’s friends get to you.

pushed

engine, and I

What are you doing?”

your door.” He was already out of the car,

necessary,” I protested weakly as he extended

‘Humor me.”

my skin after the warmth of his car. We walked in silence to the building

we reached my apartment, I was acutely aware of how different our worlds were. His penthouse with its floor–to- ceiling windows and personal

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