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Witch In Lipstick
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Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Sick
There was no answer. Olivia’s knuckles hovered mid-air before she knocked again, this time louder and firmer. “Mr. Christopher?” she called, her voice carrying a thread of hope and desperation. Still nothing. She was just about to turn away when the heavy door creaked open. And there he was. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly tousled, but his expression was what stole the breath from her lungs. Hard. Cold. Distant. Her lips parted to speak, but for a second, no words came. “I—I just wanted to—” “Are you deaf or just stupid?” he snapped, voice cutting through her like a blade. “I said I didn’t want to be disturbed. Why is that so hard to understand?” Olivia froze. The warmth she’d felt earlier, the hope of finally getting to speak with him, to tell him what had happened, crumbled like paper in her hands. “I only came because—” “Leave,” he barked. “Now.” Olivia took a step back, the sting of his words more painful than she’d imagined. His tone wa
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Painted As A Monster
Christopher fumed, his aura screaming with rage. “I said—who did this?” His voice was low, controlled, but deadly. Nathan remained seated, calm as ever, meeting Christopher’s piercing glare without flinching. “I have no idea right now,” he said. “Could be someone who’s been waiting to strike. You bring a girl home, they see an opening.” Christopher’s jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair, frustration building beneath his skin. “Get the posts down,” he snapped, voice taut with anger. “My reputation’s on the line and you're sitting there like it’s nothing. Take them down, Nathan.” “I’m not a fool, Christopher,” Nathan replied coolly. “You think I haven’t tried? It’s not easy this time. The articles are spreading like wildfire. New ones keep popping up from different blogs, forums—some anonymous, some not.” Christopher let out a rough breath, the pressure in his chest building. “So what now?” he asked, voice edged with desperation. “You’re the fixer. Fix this. What
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Witch In Lipstick
The way Racheal had smirked that morning… it hadn’t been ordinary. It had been the kind of smile meant to sting. And now, standing outside her workplace with a termination letter clutched in her trembling hands, Olivia finally understood why. Her chest tightened. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Of all the things Racheal could’ve done, why this? Why take her job? Her only job. A job she’d fought to keep with resilience. A place she showed up to early, stayed late, and never complained. She wasn’t just let go. She was erased. And the worst part? She couldn’t even confront Racheal. She had no proof. Just a gut-deep certainty burning inside her that this had Racheal's fingerprints all over it. And Mrs. Churchill? That hurt too. The woman had always been kind to her. Where the boss had been brash and dismissive, Mrs. Churchill had been warm, gentle even. Offering her tea when the weather turned cold, asking if she'd eaten lunch when the hours ran long. But
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As usual, Olivia freshened up, taking extra time to gather her thoughts before heading to the dining room. She wasn’t sure why she felt uneasy this morning. Maybe it was the lingering feeling from last night—being carried into her room by Christopher. The thought of it had haunted her since she woke up, and now, it was hard to shake off. Why did it bother her so much? He was just a cold, distant man, right? Still, the thought of his hands on her was enough to stir a mix of emotions, something she couldn’t quite place. When she entered the dining room, Christopher and Sophia were already sitting at the table. Racheal, however, was nowhere to be seen, which was odd. Olivia glanced around briefly, but the absence didn’t linger in her mind for long. She took her seat, offering Christopher a neutral smile. "Good morning, Mr. Christopher." Her voice sounded steady, but there was a nervous flutter in her chest. She couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flickered toward her as she s
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Unexpected Tenderness
The study was suddenly swallowed in darkness, the only light now coming from the faint glow of the fireplace. The storm outside howled louder, and the room seemed to shrink with the shadows. “Stay calm,” Christopher said evenly. “It’ll be fixed soon.” Olivia nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “Mr. Christopher,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper, as she nervously bit her lip. “Hm?” he responded, curious. “I have a small request,” she began, then quickly added, “It’s about my brother’s case.” “I’m listening." “If there’s anything I can do to help, even something small, please let me know. I know you’re handling the case, but I want to be useful. I want to do something... anything.” For a long moment, Christopher didn’t reply. Olivia could feel the weight of his gaze, even in the dark, as though he was thinking, processing her words. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than before, though still as controlled as ever. “Okay.” The silen
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Raised to Love; Taught to Detach
Christopher led the way out of the dining room, his footsteps confident and unhurried. Olivia followed a few steps behind, her own pace slower. They ascended the grand staircase to the top floor, Christopher’s private floor, where silence seemed to hang heavier and the air felt colder, more serious. He stopped in front of a wide double door and pushed it open, revealing his study. The study had two entrances along the same corridor, each with its own door. The last time Christopher had called Olivia in, she had entered through the front door, which led to the section where he usually worked. But the door they were now approaching was the main entrance to the study, the heart of the room. The room was nothing short of breathtaking. Tall shelves lined the walls, filled with thick leather-bound books, some old, others pristine. One corner housed a large, gleaming oak desk, clutter-free save for a sleek laptop and a silver penholder. A painting of a stormy ocean hung above it—wild, u
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Why Her? Why Now?
Olivia stiffened. The woman had received the same symbol, a withered black rose. Just like the one she’d gotten days ago. Was it a coincidence? Or was she now the next pawn in someone’s twisted game? She swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. Someone had forced this woman to call the police right after the shot was fired. Someone had planned everything to make her brother look guilty. And now… that same someone had sent her a warning. “Do you know why they blackmailed you?” Olivia asked, her voice low but firm. Mrs. Kimberly shook her head, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t. I swear I don’t. I just… I got the messages. They knew things about me, things no one should know. I didn’t have a choice.” Her voice cracked as she looked away, shame flickering across her face. “I was scared.” Olivia’s chest tightened. For a moment, she saw a different version of the woman—one no longer poised or proud, but vulnerable. Frightened. Used. Still, her brother was paying the price
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Right now, Olivia couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Her vision blurred as the pressure against her throat tightened, each breath more difficult than the last. Just moments ago, the woman had worn a mask of warmth and charm in the hall, smiling, speaking sweetly. But out here in the corridor, she’d shed the act, revealing something darker. A twisted truth. From the little Olivia could grasp through her panic, Mrs. Kimberly was mistaking her for someone else—a journalist, apparently. Someone who had once uncovered a dangerous secret. Someone who had been paid to keep silent. Blackmail... the woman had mentioned blackmail. What was going on? Olivia’s mind raced. If she didn’t figure out what this woman believed, what she feared, then she wouldn’t just fail her mission. She might not even make it out of this corridor. And worse, the truth she came searching for might die right here with her. “C-Ca-Can we talk?” Olivia choked out, her voice barely more than a strained
Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer Journalist?
Olivia’s breath hitched, her entire body going rigid. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. The way Mrs. Kimberly’s eyes narrowed—sharp and probing, it was like she was being stripped bare right in the middle of the room. Olivia’s heart pounded against her ribs, loud and fast, like a warning drum in her chest. Did she know? Had she figured her out? A cold sweat crept down the back of her neck, but Olivia held her ground, forcing her face to remain neutral. Calm. Unbothered. Inside, though, she was unraveling. Mrs. Kimberly took one step forward. Then another. Each footfall echoed louder than the last, as if the whole salon had gone quiet. Olivia’s fingers curled slightly by her side. She couldn’t tell if the woman was about to accuse her or dismiss her, or worse. Then suddenly, just when Olivia’s nerves were about to snap— “Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Kimberly exclaimed, breaking into a wide smile before wrapping her arms around Olivia. The hug came so suddenly, Olivia nearly stumbled. She f
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