The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 87

Olivia

Emilia’s speech was next, heartfelt and emotional. “I’ve known Olivia for years, and I’ve never seen her look at anyone the way she looks at Alexander. It’s like she can’t believe her luck, which, let’s be honest, is understandable. Have you seen him?”

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Alexander squeezed my hand, a small smile playing at his lips.

“But seriously,” Emilia continued, her voice softening, “what makes this love story special is how they balance each other. Alexander might be this powerful CEO, but with Olivia, he’s just a man in love. And Olivia, who’s always been the most practical person I know, absolutely lights up around him. To Olivia and Alexander, may your marriage be as beautiful as it looks from the outside!”

More toasts followed, with Harold giving a surprisingly warm speech about legacy and love, Victoria offering congratulations that sounded almost sincere, and finally, my father.

“When Olivia first told us she was dating her boss, I was skeptical,” Dad admitted, his voice slightly rough with emotion. “But the first time I saw them together, I knew this was something real. Alexander, you’ve not only won my daughter’s heart, but you’ve become part of our family. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us, especially for making sure I’d be here today to walk my little girl down the aisle.”

I blinked back tears, guilt and gratitude warring inside me. Alexander’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer. To anyone watching, we were the perfect picture of newlywed bliss.

“First dance!” the wedding planner announced, and suddenly Alexander was leading me to the center of the dance floor.

The string quartet began playing “La Vie en Rose,” a choice Alexander had made that had surprised me with its romance and sentiment.

“Ready?” he murmured, one hand settling on my waist while the other took mine.

“As I’ll ever be,” I replied, placing my free hand on his shoulder.

Alexander was an excellent dancer, effortlessly leading me across the floor. He pulled me closer than necessary, my body pressed against the solid warmth of his chest. I could feel his steady and strong heartbeat.

“Everyone’s watching,” I whispered.

them,” he replied, his voice low and intimate. “They’re seeing exactly what they should: a man dancing with

way he said “wife” sent a

he asked, noticing my

“This

something unreadable in their

respond, the song ended, and guests were invited to join us on the dance floor. The moment was broken as my father cut in to dance with me, and Alexander was claimed by his

in my face, thankfully), and more champagne than was probably wise. By the time we prepared to leave for

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Carter?” Alexander asked, appearing at my side as

I was ready to

a shower of rose petals, guests cheering as Alexander helped me into the waiting limousine. As soon as

leaning back against

more relaxed than he had all day. “You were

were you,” I

smoothly, and I suddenly realized I had no idea where we were going. “Wait, where are we headed? To your

“How can you be sure the honeymoon is fake, Olivia?” His voice had a teasing edge that made my stomach flip. “We need

limo. “So, where are we going now?” My mind raced with possibilities. “Is this a real

champagne nestled in an ice bucket. ‘But yes, we’re going on a proper honeymoon. Two weeks at my private island in the Caribbean.

took a large gulp of

spoke with your supervisor. You’re officially on honeymoon leave for two weeks.” His fingers brushed mine as he took the

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