All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

OliviaAfter Dr. Weaver left, Nick turned to me. "Your boyfriend has some serious pull." "He's just trying to help," I said defensively. "I'm not criticizing," Nick clarified. "Just observing. It's good he's using his influence for something worthwhile." The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of nurse visits and quiet conversations. Mom returned around six, looking marginally better after a few hours of real sleep. Ethan came back after his classes, bringing a deck of cards and a renewed determination to beat Nicholas at poker. I was half-dozing in my chair when Alexander arrived, bearing a cardboard tray of coffees from an expensive shop downtown. "Coffee delivery," he announced quietly, mindful of Dad's sleeping form. Everyone looked up in surprise. Alexander had changed from his work clothes into dark jeans and a casual button-down shirt that somehow still looked expensive. He looked more approachable in this guise, less like the intimidating CEO and more like a regular g

OliviaAs Dr. Weaver continued listing precautions and warning signs, the door opened, and Alexander walked in, carrying a tray of coffee cups. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, taking in the scene. "I thought everyone could use a caffeine boost." "Alexander!" Mom exclaimed, clearly delighted to see him. "How thoughtful." He distributed the coffee, then came to stand beside me, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. The casual touch sent warmth spreading through me. "Mr. Carter," Dr. Weaver nodded respectfully. "I was just going over discharge instructions with Mr. Morgan." "Please, continue," Alexander said. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Dr. Weaver finished his instructions, handed Mom a folder full of paperwork, and left with a final reminder about the follow-up appointment. "So, you're busting out of this joint today," Alexander said to Dad, his tone light. "Congratulations." "About time," Dad agreed. "No offense to your friend, the doctor, but I'm ready for my own bed."

OliviaThe yacht was even more impressive inside, with gleaming wood paneling, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the harbor. Dozens of guests in formal attire mingled, champagne flutes in hand. "Drink?" Alexander asked, snagging two glasses from a passing server. "Please," I said, accepting the champagne gratefully. "I think I need it." "Relax," he murmured, his lips close to my ear. "You look like you're facing a firing squad." "I feel like I am. Everyone's staring." "They're staring because you're stunning." His eyes met mine, intense and sincere. "And because they're wondering how I got so lucky." Before I could respond, a tall man with silver hair approached, clapping Alexander on the shoulder. "Carter! Good to see you, my boy. It's been too long." "Senator Williams," Alexander shook his hand. "Allow me to introduce Olivia Morgan. Olivia, this is Senator James Williams." I shook the Senator's hand, trying not to look as intimida

OliviaI watched him walk back to the elevator before letting myself into my apartment. As I closed the door behind me, I caught myself smiling like an idiot. Tonight had been unexpected in many ways, not least in how much I'd enjoyed Alexander's company. This was dangerous territory. Our arrangement was supposed to be practical and businesslike. But the way he'd looked at me on that private deck, the way he'd held me while we danced... it felt like something more. I reminded myself sternly that Alexander Carter was a businessman first and foremost. This marriage was a transaction for him, a means to secure his inheritance. Whatever charm or kindness he showed was simply part of making our arrangement believable. Still, as I carefully hung up the blue dress and prepared for bed, I couldn't help wondering what tomorrow's surprise would be and why I was so looking forward to finding out. The next evening, I packed an overnight bag as instructed, opting for jeans and a soft cashmere

Olivia"Looks amazing," I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended. "Wait until you taste it." Alexander handed me a plate and grabbed his wine glass. "Let's eat outside." I followed him to the deck, where a table overlooked the ocean. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a peaceful soundtrack. We sat across from each other, and I twirled some pasta onto my fork, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth: sweet tomatoes, sharp cheese, perfectly al dente pasta. "Oh my god," I moaned, unable to help myself. "This is incredible." Alexander's eyes darkened slightly. "I told you." "Seriously, you could open a restaurant." "I'll stick to running my company," he said with a small smile. "Cooking is just a hobby." We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the food too good to interrupt with conversation. I caught Alexander watching me a few times, his gaze intense in a way that made heat pool in my