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CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-Six.
Chapter Thirty-SixOlivia’s POVThe thing about me is, I’m not domestic.Never have been, probably never will be. I can juggle meetings, negotiate stubborn vendors, even stand toe-to-toe with Fabian when he’s in one of his moods, but put me in front of a stove and suddenly the world tilts on its axis.I think this is already something obvious, when I can't even make a toast without burning it.Still, tonight was different.I wanted to try.Not because I suddenly discovered a secret passion for sautéing or because Pinterest decided to bless me with a recipe that looked foolproof. No. This was about proving something–to him, to myself. That I wasn’t just the mess he teased me about, the girl who couldn’t keep a plant alive, who could make toast without burning it, who ordered takeout because boiling pasta felt like climbing Everest.I wanted to show Fabian Stone that I could care for him in a way that wasn’t transactional, wasn’t polished, wasn’t for show. Something small, something p
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-Five.
Chapter Thirty-FiveOlivia's POVCorporate events were supposed to be predictable.A ballroom, glasses of champagne, people in sharp suits and sequined dresses, conversations full of numbers wrapped in polite laughter. I knew the drill by now, hover near Fabian, smile when needed, stay invisible when not.But tonight felt different. Tonight, I was the one catching attention.He found me first, Ethan Marlowe, CEO of a rival company whose name carried weight in every financial paper.Tall, handsome in a calculated way, with a smile that promised he never heard the word no. His eyes locked on me like I was the only person in the room worth his time.And instead of looking away, I held his gaze.“Olivia Wilde,” he said smoothly, his voice low, practiced charm dripping from every syllable, I wanted to correct him, to tell him I was now a Stone, but I didn't.“I’ve heard so much about you. Fabian keeps you very close, doesn’t he? Media says you have a thing.”The implication was obvious. My
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-Four.
Chapter Thirty-fourOlivia’s POVWhen Fabian told me, so casually, like it was nothing, that his mother had invited us to dinner, my first instinct was to invent an excuse. A meeting, a deadline, a migraine, anything. Facing Fabian in the office every day was already hard enough, but facing his mother?The woman who once trusted me to take care of her little boy when she ran errands, who knew me before life twisted everything sideways?That was a different kind of cruelty.If I’m being honest, I almost didn’t go.But Fabian didn’t give me a choice. He had just looked at me, one brow raised, like he could already hear the excuses I hadn’t spoken yet, and said, “She’ll be disappointed if you don’t come.”And that was that.So here I was, standing in front of the sprawling Stone estate, my palms damp, my heart stuttering like a nervous teenager. The Stone estate hadn’t changed much.Same ivy curling up the walls, same heavy oak doors, same glow from the tall windows spilling onto the g
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-Three.
Chapter Thirty-ThreeOlivia’s POVThe ballroom looked like something out of a movie I didn’t belong in. Gilded walls, chandeliers dripping with crystals, waiters gliding between clusters of people with trays of champagne like they’d rehearsed the choreography, everyone sparkled. Everyone’s laughter felt just a little too loud, their words sharpened with a kind of confidence I didn’t have.And then there was Fabian.He stood at the center of it all as if the entire event revolved around him. Which, in a way, it did. This was his victory, another company bent to his will, another trophy added to his collection. He looked untouchable in a tailored black suit, cufflinks glinting under the chandelier light, his posture saying, I own this room.I hovered half a step behind him, clutching my glass of champagne but not drinking from it, because my hands needed something to do. I told myself I was here as his assistant, not as his wife. I came here to observe, maybe take mental notes about w
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-Two.
Chapter Thirty-TwoOlivia’s POVI was backed against the cold glass of Fabian’s office window, my heart slamming like a trapped bird, the city stretched wide beneath us, lights looked like veins against the glass, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the press of his body on mine.I was caught, pinned by his body, his green eyes dark and burning. His hands were on me, roaming, one gripping my waist, the other sliding up my thigh, and my breath hitched, because fuck, his touch was a drug, and I was already hooked. Fabian’s intensity, his need to possess me, was a chain I both wanted and feared, and now I was trapped, my head spinning with want and panic.“You’re my wife, but you keep fighting me,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, his lips brushing my ear, sending heat through me.His fingers tightened on my thigh, slipping under the hem of my skirt, and I shivered, my body betraying me, melting under his touch even as my mind screamed to push back.How did we end up like this to
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION. Chapter Thirty-One.
Chapter Thirty-OneOlivia’s POVThe headline hit me like a slap.I hadn’t even clicked the article, just the bold, cruel words flashing across the screen were enough to make my stomach twist, “From Arrest Records to Corporate Bed Warmer — The Nobody Fabian Stone Keeps Around, His Wife.”I slammed my laptop shut so fast the echo rang through the loft. My chest was tight, air jagged in my lungs, the shame I thought I buried years ago spilling out, raw and stinging. It wasn’t just the words. It was the reminder.The mugshot I swore no one would ever see again. The jobs I lost when bosses decided I was “difficult.” The whispers. The girl who couldn’t hold herself together. The girl no one wanted to bet on.I pressed my palms to my eyes like I could erase it all. Like I could disappear before Fabian walked in and saw me falling apart.But of course, he saw. He always did.The heavy sound of his steps cut through the silence. Then his voice, low and unyielding.“Olivia. Look at me.”I could
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