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.

‘contract girlfriends‘?” I finally asked, unable to

of doubt. She knows I date

a contractual relationship before?”

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

I

glanced at me.

helping you secure your inheritance instead of just warming

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he countered. “The others were transactions. You’re a

Stella’s words kept replaying in my head. Contract girlfriends. A pattern. The hidden room.

through my

we’d stopped

gathering my purse.

“Of course.”

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otherwise, didn’t matter. I would be his wife on paper, get the money for my family, and after the contract ended, I’d

No emotions involved.

why did those women’s words sting so

thinking too hard,” Alexander said, studying my face in the

forced smile.

“Don’t let Victoria’s friends get to you. That’s exactly what they

fine.” I pushed open the

the engine,

What are you doing?”

already out

protested weakly as he extended his hand to

‘Humor me.”

against my skin after the warmth of his car. We walked in silence to the building entrance, our footsteps

my apartment, I was acutely aware of how different our worlds were. His penthouse with its floor–to- ceiling windows and personal chef versus my small apartment with the leaky faucet and

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