The CEO's Contractual Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

AlexanderPresent… I sat behind my desk, staring at my phone. The screen was dark, blank, mocking me with its silence. No new messages. Nothing from the blackmailer. The same photos that had arrived last week were now plastered across every media outlet in Los Angeles. Someone had taken my silence as permission to go wide, to turn private leverage into public scandal. I pulled up one of the articles again, scrolling through the photos with clinical detachment. The angles were deliberate, designed to suggest intimacy where there likely was none. But perception was reality in this world. And right now, perception was destroying my wife's reputation. I drummed my fingers on the desk, considering my next move. The blackmailer had threatened to release the photos if I didn't pay. I'd called their bluff by staying silent. Now they'd released them anyway. Which told me everything I needed to know. This wasn't about money. It was about damage. Creating chaos, undermining confidence, m

Alexander"There's no espionage," Olivia said, her voice stronger now. "I haven't leaked anything to anyone." "Of course you'd say that," Victoria replied smoothly. "What else could you say?" I felt my patience wearing thin. "This conversation is over." "Is it?" Victoria took another step closer. "Because I don't think it is. Those articles are everywhere, Alexander. Social media, business publications, and even mainstream news. Your wife's reputation is in tatters, and by extension, so is Carter Enterprises." "One scandal doesn't define a company." "No, but it raises questions about leadership. About judgment. About whether the CEO can be trusted to make sound decisions when he's clearly being manipulated by a woman who married him for money and position." Olivia stiffened beside me. I felt her anger like heat radiating off her skin. "Be very careful what you say next," I warned Victoria. "Or what? You'll have security escort me off the property?" Victoria laughed. "This is m

OliviaI stepped through the front door of the estate, the marble cool beneath my heels. The conversation with Victoria and Thomas still echoed in my head, their smug faces when they'd cornered us outside. For money, they were ready to do anything. Absolutely anything. Schemes, manipulation, and tearing down family members. All of it justified if it meant getting their hands on Carter Enterprises. "Wine?" Alexander asked, already heading toward the study. "God, yes." He poured two glasses, the burgundy liquid catching the light. I kicked off my heels and curled into the leather sofa, accepting the glass he offered. "That was exhausting," I muttered. Alexander settled beside me, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine. "Victoria's specialty. Making everything exhausting." "She really thinks we're faking this." "Let her think whatever she wants." He took a sip, his free hand finding my knee. "We know the truth." I didn't respond to that, just drank deeply. The wine was

OliviaThe overstimulation bordered on pain, every nerve ending screaming. But then the sensation shifted, pleasure building again impossibly fast. "I can't," I whimpered. "I can't come again." He pulled his fingers out, using just his tongue now. Long, slow licks up my slit, then fast circles on my clit. The contrast was maddening. My hips bucked against his face, chasing the pleasure even as my oversensitive body tried to escape it. He released my wrists, gripping my thighs instead and spreading them wider. "Please," I begged, not sure what I was asking for anymore. His tongue pushed inside me, fucking me with it before moving back to my clit. Sucking hard, then gentle licks, then hard again. He played my body like he'd written the manual himself. The second orgasm hit different. Slower, deeper, rolling through me in long waves that left me gasping. My legs shook so hard I couldn't control them, couldn't do anything but lie there and take what he was giving me. When he finall

Olivia"We really need to pack now," I said eventually. "Probably." He pulled out slowly, setting me down on shaky legs. "Can you walk?" "Barely." But I was smiling. "Your fault." "Not apologizing." He grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm. "Turn around." I let him wash my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp. It was surprisingly intimate, standing there while he took care of me. We finished showering and dried off quickly. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the closet, surveying my wardrobe. "What do people wear in the Caymans?" I called out. Alexander appeared behind me, already dressed in jeans and a white button down. "Casual. Swimsuits. Sundresses." I pulled out several dresses, holding them up one by one. "Which ones?" "All of them." He leaned against the doorframe, watching me. "Especially that red one." "It's pretty short." "I know." His eyes darkened. "Pack it." I added it to the growing pile on the bed. Swimsuits, cover-ups, sandals, a few