All Chapters of My ex husband lost me to his rival : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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 windowsof the Sterling Tower, but the only sound I cared about was the heavy thud of Blake’s bodyagainst mine. He didn't say a word; he just grabbed my thighs and shoved my knees all theway to my shoulders, opening my pussy wide for him.He was still wearing his expensive dress shirt, but his trousers were gone, exposing hismassive cock. It was at least eight inches of pulsing, hard muscle. The head was dark pinkand wet with pre-cum. He didn't use a condom; he never did. He just lined himself up andslammed 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 kissme. He just kept his eyes locked on mine. His face was like cold stone even as he began tofuck me with a wild, animal speed."Olivia wants you, Blake! Give it to me!" I moaned

BLAKE POVI sat in my office at Sterling Global, feeling like the king I was born to be. The sun was hitting the glass of the tower.making everything look sharp and expensive, just the way I Liked it,I didn't think about the look on Olivia's face when I brought aria home this morning; I didn't have time for a housewife’s hurt feelings. To me, Olivia was an asset, a very high-functioning,very beautiful asset that I had purchased six years ago to stabilise my image She was the foundation of my life, the person who made sure my coffee was hot, my son was raised,and my scandals were buried before they even hit the papers.I leaned back in my leather chair, rotating a heavy gold pen between my fingers. Peoplecalled me ruthless, they called me a monster, but they didn't understand the weight of theSterling name. My father, Alexander, had taught me that emotions were a liability, andloyalty was something you bought with a contract. I had bought Olivia’s loyalty withmillions of dollars

LUCIANO POVI watched the city lights from the balcony of my penthouse, sipping a glass of bourbon thatcost more than most people made in a month. My eyes were fixed on the distance, wherethe Sterling Estate sat like a fortress of lies. I am a patient man, a man who knows that thebest way to catch a predator like my cousin Blake is to wait for him to eat himself alive. Forsix years, I have been the shadow in his peripheral vision, the "disgrace" of the family thatbuilt his own kingdom while he inherited one. But mostly, I have been watching the womanat his side.Olivia Bennett.Blake thought he was the genius; he thought he was the one making the chess moves thatkept Sterling Global at the top. But I knew the truth. I had spent years tracking the digitalfootprints of every crisis the company faced. Every time a scandal was hushed, every timean investor was calmed, it wasn't Blake’s iron fist that did the work. It was Olivia’s invisiblehand. She was the one with the emotional