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.”

clutching my keys between my fingers like a weapon. The parking garage echoed with distant car doors and footsteps,

this?

My marriage to. Alexander had made me a target in ways I never anticipated. From gossip articles to confrontations with exes,

“Liv!”

spun around to see Emilia jogging toward me, Claire and

her expression changing as she took in

at the paper on the ground. Emilia bent down to pick it up, her eyes widening as the read

fuck?” She looked up at me, anger flashing

reaching

Claire gasped.

over Claire’s shoulder, her

a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

her voice tight with

felt. “Or it could be Penelope. Or Victoria.

is more than being ‘not thrilled,” Claire pointed

“The parking garage has security cameras.

head. “It’s not worth the drama. Let’s just

me like I’d lost my mind. “Olivia, someone left a threatening note on your car. This isn’t something you just

threatening,” I argued. “It’s just nasty. And

first step,” Claire insisted. “Today it’s a nasty note. Tomorrow it could be something

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

check the footage. If we see who it was, then you can decide what to

this behind me and acknowledging they had