Chapter 89

Olivia

“Nick once convinced Ethan that our neighbor’s cat could talk,” I said, laughing at the memory. “Ethan spent weeks trying to get that poor cat to say something.”

“Did he eventually figure it out?”

“Only after Nick recorded himself making cat noises and played it when Ethan wasn’t looking.” I smiled at the memory. “Ethan chased him around the block with a water gun.”

Alexander’s smile was relaxed, a stark contrast to his usual controlled expression at the office. “You clearly love your family.”

“I do,” I admitted. “They drive me crazy, but they’re everything to me.”

“That’s why you agreed to this arrangement,” he said quietly. “For them.”

I met his gaze. “Yes,”

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Family is complicated.”

Speaking of complicated,” I said, seizing the opportunity, “your cousin Victoria seemed less than thrilled at our wedding.”

Alexander’s expression darkened. “Victoria has always wanted what isn’t hers. She thinks she deserves to run Carter Enterprises.”

And you don’t think she does?”

Victoria is brilliant,” he acknowledged. “But she puts profit above everything else, including people. She would gut the company of its soul to increase the bottom line.”

And you wouldn’t?”

His eyes met mine. “I believe in balance. Profit matters, but so do the people who make it possible.”

saved from responding by the pilot’s voice announcing our descent. Alexander

Paradise Island, Mrs.

in the darkness, illuminated only by the moon

private airstrip where a sleek Range Rover waited. Alexander loaded our bags while I stepped out into the warm, fragrant night air.

way,” Alexander said, opening the passenger

cutting through the darkness. After about ten minutes, the trees gave way

structure with its

sweet home,” Alexander said

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our path. Alexander parked in front of the main entrance, a massive door flanked by tropical plants

themselves scarce,” he explained as he unlocked the door. “They’ll maintain the

room with panoramic ocean views, modern furnishings in creams and blues, and a statement

grandfather has good taste,” I remarked, running my hand along

corrected. “She has a passion for

“It’s beautiful,” I admitted.

said, picking up our bags. “I’ll show you to our

flutter through my stomach as I followed him up a floating

suite featured a king–sized bed facing floor–to–ceiling windows, promising stunning ocean views by day. A sitting area with plush chairs occupied one corner,

trailed off, words

asked, setting our bags

can make do with

to another door. “I had the staff unpack some essentials, but your bags are here if you need

had been a whirlwind of emotions and events, from becoming

I’ll take a shower,” I said, needing a moment alone

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