The CEO's Contractual Wife

My stomach clenched as I stared at Ryan’s name flashing on my screen, my finger hovering over the answer button.

“Who is it?” Alexander asked, his eyes briefly flicking from the road,

“No one important,” I muttered, rejecting the call with a swipe. The screen went dark, and I shoved the phone back into my purse.

Alexander’s eyebrow arched. “Didn’t look like ‘no one important‘ from your expression.”

“It was Ryan.” The admission felt like acid in my mouth.

“Your ex? The one who fucked your friend at her birthday party?”

I winced at his bluntness. “Yes, that Ryan.”

“What the fuck does he want?”

“I have no idea. And I don’t care.” I turned to look out the window, watching the Los Angeles scenery blur past. “He’s likely regretting his mistake after seeing me all over social media with you.”

Alexander’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “If he bothers you-”

“He won’t,” I interrupted. “I can handle Ryan.”

“I’m sure you can,” Alexander said, his voice softening slightly. “But you don’t have to handle him alone anymore.”

The sentiment was unexpectedly sweet, making my chest tighten. I reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Thanks.”

“For what?” He shot me a quick glance.

“For being on my side.”

A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Always, Liv.”

Martin into his reserved space. As we walked to the elevator, I felt people watching, whispers following

day?” Alexander asked

“What big day?”

course. You are

arrangement, the reality of it

voice held a hint of pride. “The paperwork

private office?” I couldn’t hide my

you think I’d keep my wife in

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Chapter 124

Several heads turned, curious eyes following us as Alexander guided me with his hand at the

Mr. Carter,” his secretary called. “The board is

bring Mrs. Carter’s access card and security credentials to her new office immediately Alexander’s tone was all business, but the possessive way he said “Mrs. Carter” made me

looked at me,

is in the marketing executive wing. Not the corner office yet, but give it time.” He winked. “Work your magic

prove myself in this role first,” I replied, trying to sound confident rather

outside a door with a freshly printed nameplate: OLIVIA CARTER,

the impressive view, and sleek bookshelves lined

mine?” I

doorframe, watching my reaction. “The IT department has already set up your computer with the

an assistant too?” My voice

share with Markus in Creative, but yes.” He checked his watch. “I need to get to my meeting. Will you be okay finding your way

absorbing the reality

his voice dropping to a murmur. “How about we celebrate your

have in mind?” I

while I take you right here in your new corner office,” he whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. “Maybe leave you with something to remember every time you sit in that executive

rushed through my body. “That’s hardly

locks now, Mrs. Carter.” He brushed his lips against mine