All Chapters of Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia watched as Christopher devoured his food, not a single emotion on his face. She, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food on the table. There were plates of eggs, bacon, sausages, and pastries, not to mention the bowls of fruit and yogurt. It was a feast fit for a king, or in this case, a billionaire. As she ate, Olivia stole a quick glance at Christopher, who didn't seem to care about the excess food. He was too busy enjoying his meal. After eating to his satisfaction, Christopher stood up, pushing his chair back. He picked up a napkin from the table and dabbed his mouth. "I'll be retiring for the day," he announced, his voice firm but polite. "I'll see you tomorrow." With that, he turned and walked away, his shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Olivia frowned, feeling a twinge of disappointment. She would have to get used to him acting this way. After eating to her fill, Olivia sighed and pushed her chair back, standing

Olivia’s heart lifted at Christopher’s words. He had finally started working on her brother’s case. Relief flooded her, and a bright smile spread across her face. For the first time in a long while, hope felt within reach. Christopher excused himself to freshen up, and Olivia moved to the dining room, her excitement barely contained. When he returned, he had changed into a red shirt, the top two buttons undone, paired with fitted black pants. The casual yet refined look suited him, emphasizing his broad shoulders and effortless confidence. As if on cue, the servants entered, swiftly setting the table with steaming dishes before retreating in practiced silence. Olivia and Christopher began eating, the atmosphere warm yet charged. Just then, the door swung open with a dramatic burst, and Nathan strode in, a wide, knowing grin plastered across his face. He made himself comfortable in a chair, his presence filling the room with an air of mischief. Christopher shot him an exasperat

A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with tension. Olivia felt momentarily frozen, her mind scrambling to process the words she had just heard. Christopher’s wife? No. That had to be a mistake. “I—I don’t understand,” Olivia said carefully, her voice measured as she tried to grasp the situation. “I’m Olivia Harris, and I’m legally married to—” “Oh, save it,” the dark-haired woman interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. Her tone was light, almost amused, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I know exactly who you are. That’s why I didn’t bother making my visit longer than necessary.” Olivia’s confusion only deepened. Who were these women? The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned slightly forward. “I’m Sophia. Christopher’s sister.” Her eyes glinted with something sinister before she gestured toward the blonde sitting on the couch. “And that lovely lady over there? That’s Racheal—Christopher’s wife.” Olivia stiffened. Her mind screamed t

His eyes focused on Olivia, and his gaze lingered longer than it should have. Sophia noticed the stare and parted her lips to speak, but Christopher raised a hand, silencing her. "I said not another word," he said firmly before tearing his eyes from Olivia. "I'm married to Olivia, and for good reasons. Sophia, keep your nose out of it." "But brother, it—" "You know how much I hate repeating myself," he said, flashing her a warning look. "Let’s eat." They ate in silence, each person lost in their own thoughts. Olivia kept her head down but couldn't help occasionally glancing up. Every time she did, she caught Racheal glaring at her with hostility. Eventually, Sophia and Racheal finished their meals and left the dining room together. Christopher followed a few minutes later, saying nothing more. Olivia was the last to leave, quietly heading back to her room. The house settled into the quiet of night, but in one part of the mansion, Racheal was pacing furiously across Sophia’

"Can I come in with you?" Racheal’s voice was thick with seduction, her tone dripping like honey poured in slow motion. She leaned slightly closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and something darker beneath. Christopher’s gaze swept over her figure. The short, barely-there dress clung to her like a second skin. The soft sheen of her lip gloss caught the light, and her perfume lingered in the air between them—sweet, overpowering, invasive. He frowned. What was going on? "Do you have somewhere you want to head to?" he asked, his tone even but suspicious. His eyes didn’t drift lower. He stared straight into hers, hard and sharp. "Tell one of the staff to arrange a car for you." But Racheal only laughed, a low, sultry sound as she covered her mouth with delicate fingers. "No, Christopher," she said, stretching his name like a caress. Her fingers trailed down his chest, slow and deliberate, until they brushed across his nipple, circling lightly. A calculated move. His expressi