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.

did they mean by ‘contract girlfriends‘?” I finally asked, unable

“Victoria’s trying to plant seeds of doubt. She knows

a contractual

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 said

at me. “You’re

helping you secure your inheritance instead of just warming

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I respect you,” he countered. “The others were

Contract girlfriends. A pattern.

through my thoughts. “We’re

stopped outside my apartment

my

“Of course.”

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

Transactional. No

those women’s words sting

hard,” Alexander said, studying my face in the dim

I replied with a forced smile. “Occupational hazard of being in

Victoria’s friends

pushed open the

the engine,

What are you doing?”

you to your door.” He was already out of the car, circling around

as he extended his hand to help me

‘Humor me.”

after the warmth of his car. We walked in silence to the building entrance, our footsteps echoing on the

our worlds were. His penthouse with its floor–to- ceiling windows and

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