My ex husband lost me to his rival

OLIVIA POV

"Ohh yeah, fuck me! I love your dick, Blake! Fuck me! Olivia wants you!"

I moan as Blake pushes me down into the soft silk sheets. The rain was hitting the windows

of the Sterling Tower, but the only sound I cared about was the heavy thud of Blake’s body

against mine. He didn't say a word; he just grabbed my thighs and shoved my knees all the

way to my shoulders, opening my pussy wide for him.

He was still wearing his expensive dress shirt, but his trousers were gone, exposing his

massive cock. It was at least eight inches of pulsing, hard muscle. The head was dark pink

and wet with pre-cum. He didn't use a condom; he never did. He just lined himself up and

slammed all the way inside me with one giant thrust.

"Oh god, Blake! You're so big!" I shrieked, my fingers digging into his back. He didn't kiss

me. He just kept his eyes locked on mine. His face was like cold stone even as he began to

fuck me with a wild, animal speed.

"Olivia wants you, Blake! Give it to me!" I moaned, my head hitting the headboard over and

over. Every time he lunged forward, his heavy pelvis hit my v-spot with a slap that echoed

in the quiet room. I was sopping wet, my juices mixing with his pre-cum to create a loud,

wet sound as he hammered into my tight heat.

"You like that, don't you?" he finally spoke, his voice was a low, rough grunt. He didn't wait

for an answer. He reached down and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them. He leaned down

and bit my nipple through the thin lace of my bra, his teeth grazing me until I was sobbing with pleasure Yes! Harder! Fuck your wife!"

He flipped me over suddenly. I landed on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air.

He didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my hips, his fingers bruising my skin,

and drove his dick back into my pussy from behind. It went so deep I felt it in my stomach. I

was a mess, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft like a vice. I was moaning his name,

my voice high and desperate, but Blake was just grunting, his breath coming in loud, heavy

gasps.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered, his pace becoming violent. He was hitting me so hard

that the bed was moving across the floor. I felt the climax building like a fire. My clit was

swollen and aching for more. I reached back and rubbed myself while he kept fucking me.

The double sensation was too much that my world started to spin.

"I'm coming! Blake, I'm coming!" I screamed.

I felt my pussy explode, the internal muscles squeezing his cock in a frantic grip. Blake let

out a guttural sound, his body went stiff as he hit his own peak. He gave three more violent,

bottoming thrusts, his dick pulsing inside me as he erupted. His hot cum shot deep into my

womb, filling me up with the warmth of him.

He collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress, and then, in the

quiet of the room, he let out a long, shaky breath and whispered the name that killed me.

"Aria..."

He said it with so much love, so much longing. A name that wasn't mine.

The air left my lungs as if he had punched me. He stayed inside me for a moment longer

before pulling out with a wet pop. He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other

side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep. I lay there in the dark, the silk sheets now felt like

ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of my pussy, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost

I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York,

but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's

cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized

I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone.

I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife.

I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even

know who he was fucking in the dark.

The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

nightstand, wanting to hide in the screen, but it was already glowing. There was a message

from an unknown sender. I opened it, and my heart stopped. It was a photo of Blake’s

father, Alexander, sitting in a dark office. He was signing a document. It was a secret part of

our marriage contract, a page I was never shown.

I read the small print and I was shocked. The contract wasn't just about money; it was a

trap. And the date on the bottom was the worst part. It was signed six months before I even

met Blake.

The message at the bottom of the photo read: "He never intended to let you go, Olivia. Look

at the price they put on your head."

I looked at the number on the page and realized my entire marriage was a lie. I wasn't a

wife, I was an investment, and the man sleeping next to me had already sold me to

someone else before we even said I do.

I sat up slowly, my body still aching from the sex. I looked at Blake. He looked so peaceful,

but he was a monster. He had used me to forget Aria, and his father had used me to win a

business game.

"Who sent this?" I whispered to the empty room.

There was no answer. I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. I needed to wash his

cum out of my body. I needed to wash the smell of him off my skin. As the hot water hit me,I made a promise to myself. I wasn't going to be a ghost anymore. If they wanted a war, I

would give them one.

I went back into the bedroom and looked at the phone again. There was another message.

"If you want to know the truth about Aria, come to the pier tomorrow at midnight. Don't

tell Blake."

I deleted the messages and lay back down. I didn't sleep. I just watched the rain and waited

for the sun to come up. The game was changing, and for the first time, I was going to be the

one playing it.

I looked at Blake one last time. He would regret ever calling me Aria. He would regret ever

making me a ghost. Tomorrow, the contract wife was going to become his worst nightmare.

I checked the document on my phone once more. The signature of Alexander Sterling was

clear. He had sold my rights to a rival company called Crest Estate. I was a pawn in a game I

didn't even know was happening. But a pawn can become a queen if they reach the end of

the board. And I was almost there.

"Sleep well, Blake," I thought. "Because this is the last night you get to win."