The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 185

Olivia

I dropped the paper like it had burned me, my heart hammering in my chest. Who would do this? Who would leave something so vicious on my car?

My eyes darted around the parking garage, scanning the shadows between parked cars. Was someone watching me right now? Enjoying my reaction to their sick little message?

A car door slammed somewhere in the distance, making me flinch. I fumbled for my phone with trembling fingers, nearly dropping it in my haste. The garage suddenly felt too vast, too exposed, with too many places for someone to hide.

“Think, Olivia,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Victoria? Penelope? Ryan? The list of people who might want to hurt me kept growing longer.

I scanned the area, but no one was in sight among the silent cars and concrete pillars that cast long shadows.

Was this some kind of warning? A threat? Or just someone’s idea of a cruel joke?

My finger hovered over Alexander’s contact, but I hesitated. He’d overreact, so he would probably send an entire security team to scour the garage. After the revelation about being followed by his security detail, I wasn’t eager for more drama.

Instead, I called Emilia’s number, scanning the shadows between parked cars.

“Hey, Liv! Already missing me?” Emilia answered cheerfully.

“Em, I need you to come to the garage right now,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Someone left a note on my car.”

“What? What kind of note? I’m coming right now. Stay on the phone with me.”

“No, just get here fast. I don’t want to be alone out here.”

hung up before she could protest, clutching my keys between my fingers like a weapon. The parking garage echoed with distant car doors and footsteps, each sound making

would do this?

at the paper on the ground, the single word staring up at me accusingly. My marriage to. Alexander had made me a target in ways I never anticipated. From gossip articles to confrontations with exes, and now

“Liv!”

toward me,

she reached me, her expression changing as she took in my face. “What’s

down to pick it

fuck?” She looked up at me, anger flashing in

is it?” Claire asked, reaching them. Emilia handed her

Claire

her face

deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I

her voice

seem more nonchalant than I felt. “Or it could be Penelope. Or Victoria. I’ve got a growing list of people who aren’t exactly thrilled with my current

than being ‘not thrilled,” Claire pointed

parking garage has

head. “It’s not worth the

about it?” Emilia looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Olivia, someone left a threatening note on

argued. “It’s just nasty. And

Claire insisted. “Today it’s a

I just want to go home. I don’t want to spend

will take to check the footage. If we see who it was,

put this