The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Victoria

The Lion’s Den was buzzing with its usual night crowd: young professionals winding down after work, clutching overpriced cocktails and laughing too loudly at jokes that weren’t funny. I nursed my gin and tonic. The ice had long melted, making the drink almost tasteless–just like my mood.

“You’re looking particularly murderous tonight,” Penelope said, sliding into the booth across from me. Her hair was perfect as always, not a strand out of place despite the humid evening. “Bad day at the office?”

“Bad week,” I corrected, watching as she signaled the waiter. “Bad month, Bad year, actually.”

“Vodka martini, extra dirty,” she ordered before turning back to me. “Let me guess, still stewing over your cousin and his little marketing wife?”

I shot her a withering look. “Your counteroffer idea was a complete waste, just as I suspected.”

“It was worth trying,” Penelope replied with a casual shrug, but I caught the flash of irritation in her eyes. She hated failing as much as I did.

The waiter returned with her martini, three olives pierced by a toothpick. Penelope plucked one off and popped it into her mouth before continuing.

“We’ve got so many options still on the table,” she said, leaning forward. “The Thompson account was just one approach. I have connections at several publications who’d love to run more stories about the gold–digging marketing exec who seduced her way to the top.”

“That angle might actually be working,” I admitted, swirling what remained of my drink. “I had lunch with my grandfather yesterday, and he mentioned seeing the article. He played it off, but I could tell it planted a seed of doubt.”

“Really?” Penelope brightened, taking a long sip of her martini. “Do tell.”

Olivia seemed at the last family

“I mean, I want it to be

woman for longer than it takes milk to

put it

matter,” I continued, leaning closer. “I just need to create enough friction to break them apart. Once the board sees Alexander can’t maintain a stable marriage, they’ll question his commitment to everything else. And then…” I trailed off, taking a

the controlling power,” Penelope

I reached into my designer handbag and pulled out my phone. “Look at

phone and opened it to my photo gallery. The first image showed Olivia sitting at a

was this?” Penelope asked, zooming

ago at O’Malley’s. My source says they talked for

to the next photo. Olivia and James were at a café table, coffee mugs between them. She was leaning forward slightly, an

on between them,” I said. “James has always had a

There’s no sexual tension, no furtive touching.” She handed the phone back to me. “Trust me, I know what it looks like

in what he’s saying?” I

business conversation,”

Maybe you’re right about the photos. But

Penelope said, finishing her martini

thinking the same thing,” I agreed, a slow smile spreading across

her eyes gleaming

two–pronged approach,” I began, lowering

with Penelope’s fresh martini, cutting me off. I waited impatiently as she thanked him,

continued once he was out of earshot, “we need to create tension from

“Go on.”

women throwing themselves at him. Old

a predatory smile forming. “I’m more than happy to test that

to be strategic about this. The goal isn’t just to seduce him; it’s to create doubt

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255