The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 187

Olivia

We waited by my car, the garage feeling eerily quiet now that most of the bar patrons had left.

“So,” Ariana said, breaking the silence, “Alexander dropped everything to come get you, huh?”

I rolled my eyes at her knowing tone. “Don’t start.”

“What?” She grinned innocently. “I’m just saying, that’s some serious husband dedication. My ex wouldn’t pause his video game if I were being chased by a bear.”

“Alexander is protective,” I admitted.

“I think it’s sweet,” Claire chimed in. “Most guys wouldn’t take something like this seriously.”

“Most guys don’t have billionaire enemies who might be targeting their wives,” Emilia pointed out.

She had a point there. Since marrying Alexander, I’d entered a world where corporate rivalries weren’t just about business; they could get personal. Maybe that’s who left the note? One of Alexander’s competitors was trying to rattle him through me?

Finally, the unmistakable sound of a powerful engine echoed through the garage. Moments later, Alexander’s Aston Martin appeared, sleek and menacing under the fluorescent lights. He parked directly beside my Porsche and stepped out, his expression grim.

Even dressed casually in jeans and a dark sweater, Alexander commanded attention. His eyes found mine. immediately, concern evident as he closed the distance between us in a few long strides.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders as he quickly scanned me for any sign of harm.

“I’m fine,” I assured him.

He nodded, then turned to acknowledge my friends. “Ladies. Thank you for staying with her.”

“Of course,” Emilia replied. “We wouldn’t leave her alone after that creepy note.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Do you still have it?”

Claire held up the paper, now tucked into a napkin. “Here. I didn’t want to touch it too much in case there were fingerprints.”

expression darkening as he read the single

trying to get under my skin,” I said, trying to downplay the situation.

had his own theories. He carefully folded the note and

shot up. “You can do

know people,”

Emilia muttered, sounding impressed

me. “I’ll have

“Okay.”

her watch.

cars,” Alexander offered, his tone making it clear this wasn’t

arms with Ariana. “No wonder Olivia’s

deny the warmth in my chest at Alexander’s protectiveness. As annoyi

in tomorrow, he returned to

come,” I said softly as he

I did.” His voice was firm but gentle. “Someone threatened my wife. Where else would I

my stomach that had nothing to do with fear. I slid into the leather seat, watching as Alexander rounded

serious?” I

of the parking space. “But to answer your question, I don’t know.

tucked in Alexander’s pocket. The harsh letters seemed to burn

said, running a hand through my hair. “After our confrontation at O’Malley’s, he’s probably looking for ways to

of them,” Alexander agreed, his jaw tight as he navigated through the quiet streets. “The timing is suspicious,

you think we should

whom? The police? For a single word on a piece of paper? They’d take the report but wouldn’t do

leather seat, suddenly

help. I’ll have someone

an eyebrow. “Someone? Like who?

private security firm. They can check if the partial plate

couldn’t help but smile despite my frayed nerves. “Alexander Carter and

minutes, the city lights blurring past the windows. I found myself replaying the events of the evening: the