The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Olivia

Alice had the decency to look embarrassed. “Nothing. Just… you know how people talk.”

My stomach clenched. “What are people saying?”

The three exchanged glances.

“Nothing specific,” Vivian said carefully. “Just the usual office gossip when someone gets a big promotion soon after marrying

the CEO.”

“I’ve been working my ass off for so long.” I reminded them, anger simmering beneath my professional facade. “I’ve stayed late, come in on weekends, and delivered results consistently.”

“We know that,” Nova assured me quickly. “And anyone who’s worked with you knows it too. Don’t mind the jealous assholes.”

As if on cue, there was another knock, and Jessica appeared with my new security badge and office keys.

“Mrs. Carter, here are your credentials,” she said, handing me a sleek leather folder. “HR has scheduled an orientation session

at 11 AM to review your new system accesses and responsibilities. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, thank you, Jessica.”

After she left, my friends stared at me in awe.

“Mrs. Carter,” Nova repeated, mimicking Jessica’s deferential tone. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered.

Alice checked her watch. “We should get back to work.”

“Right. And we should let you settle in,” Vivian added.

leaving me alone with my thoughts and my imposing new

of colleagues stopped by to congratulate me. Some seemed genuinely happy for my success, while others wore thinly veiled expressions of suspicion or

the boss for what, a few months? And now she’s Senior Strategist with a corner

corner office,” another voice corrected, “but yeah,

rounded the corner, their

of them said

grabbing a water bottle and leaving

time lunch rolled around, I’d endured several HR orientation sessions, signed a stack of paperwork, and received no fewer than fifteen “congratulatory” emails that felt more like networking

through files when there

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called, expecting more colleagues with thinly disguised

Clark, the Marketing Director, my new

greeted me with a warm smile. “How are

feet,” I admitted, standing

to

a

joined Carter Enterprises. She’d worked her way up through the ranks over fifteen years,

because of your abilities, your work speaks for itself, but

I tensed. “I understand.”

firmly. “Even before you married Alexander Carter, you were on

over me. “I appreciate your

you

down.”

I’ve decided to put you in charge of the Thompson Hotels

account? But

of project that will silence any doubters.” She handed me a thick folder. “The brief is in here. We present

she warned with a wry smile. “The pressure is on. People will be watching closely, hoping you’ll fail.” “I won’t fail,” I promised, my

brief, losing myself in the creative challenge. The project was substantial, rebranding an entire hotel chain to appeal to younger,

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