Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Contractual Wife: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

OliviaAfter we finished our meal, Alexander insisted on leaving a tip that probably exceeded Dottie's weekly salary. Back in his car, I felt pleasantly full and oddly content. "Admit it," I said as we pulled back onto the road. "That was better than any five-star restaurant dessert." "It had its charms." His hand found mine on the console between us. "Especially the company." "Smooth talker." "Just honest." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "I like seeing different sides of you, Olivia." "Even when I'm stealing your fries?" "Especially then." We drove through the quiet streets of Los Angeles, the city transformed in the small hours of the morning. There was something magical about being awake while the world slept, like we were sharing a secret. "Can I ask you something personal?" I ventured as we turned onto the coast road. "Of course." "Before everything... us... what did you really want in life?" Alexander was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Success, I suppose. To prove

OliviaI pushed open the door to Skyline, the rooftop bar Emilia had chosen for our girls' night. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking panorama of Los Angeles at night, city lights twinkling like fallen stars across the landscape. "Liv! Over here!" Emilia waved enthusiastically from a corner table near the edge of the rooftop. I made my way through the stylishly dressed crowd, already feeling more relaxed than I had at O'Malley's. The hostess led me to our table, where Emilia, Claire, and Ariana were already sipping colorful cocktails. "This place is amazing," I said, sliding into the empty seat beside Emilia. "Much better than our usual haunts." "Right?" Claire gestured around with her martini glass. "I feel like I should be in a movie scene up here." A server appeared almost instantly. "Can I get you something to drink?" "I'll have whatever they're having," I said, nodding toward my friends' vibrant concoctions. "Skyline Spritz," Ariana informed me. "Gin, elderflow

OliviaI 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

OliviaWe waited by my car, the garage feeling eerily quiet now that most of the bar patrons had left. "So," Ariana said, breaking the silence, "Alexander dropped everything to come get you, huh?" I rolled my eyes at her knowing tone. "Don't start." "What?" She grinned innocently. "I'm just saying, that's some serious husband dedication. My ex wouldn't pause his video game if I were being chased by a bear." "Alexander is protective," I admitted. "I think it's sweet," Claire chimed in. "Most guys wouldn't take something like this seriously." "Most guys don't have billionaire enemies who might be targeting their wives," Emilia pointed out. She had a point there. Since marrying Alexander, I'd entered a world where corporate rivalries weren't just about business; they could get personal. Maybe that's who left the note? One of Alexander's competitors was trying to rattle him through me? Finally, the unmistakable sound of a powerful engine echoed through the garage. Moments later, A

Olivia"Are you planning to stare at that suitcase until it packs itself?" Alexander's amused voice broke through my packing paralysis. I glanced up from the empty luggage sitting accusingly on our bed. "I've never packed for Europe before. What does one wear in London during this season?" "Anything you want," Alexander replied, coming to stand behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders, kneading gently. "You'll look beautiful regardless." "That's not helpful," I sighed, leaning into his touch. "I need practical advice. Is it going to rain the entire time? Do I need boots? Jackets? Will we be going somewhere fancy? How fancy?" "Yes to rain in London, maybe in Paris, probably not in Milan. Pack layers. And as for fancy..." His fingers trailed down my arms. "Pack that red dress I like. The one that makes your breasts look spectacular." "Alexander!" I elbowed him playfully. "You're still not helping." "Fine," he conceded. "We have several business dinners scheduled, so three or f