All Chapters of Playboy CEO Contract Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oliver's POV The flashes from the cameras were bright enough to pierce straight through the tinted glass of my SUV. Even from half a block away, I could see the swarm of paparazzi blocking the main entrance to Wyatt Enterprises. They were practically tripping over each other, holding up recording devices and shouting questions they knew I wouldn’t answer."Sir, it's worse than it was this morning," my driver, Marcus, muttered, looking at the crowd through the rearview mirror. "The Page Six article about the yacht party in Monaco just dropped an hour ago. The board is already calling your assistant's line."I let out a harsh breath, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Take us to the loading dock in the back. I am not dealing with these vultures before my morning coffee.""Understood, Mr. Wyatt."Marcus swung the SUV around the block, slipping into the quiet, concrete alleyway behind the skyscraper. The back entrance was completely clear, saved for a few delivery trucks. I didn’t wait for

Elena's POV The silence in the room became so heavy I could hear the faint, steady ticking of the clock on the wall. I sat frozen, staring at the man across from me as if he had just spoken a completely different language. "Marry you?" The words finally forced their way out of my throat, sounding completely hollow. "You're joking." Oliver didn't blink. He didn't smile, either. "I don’t joke about business, Miss Golding. Especially not when a million dollars is on the table." "This isn't business," I stammered, my grip tightening on my notepad until my knuckles ached. "This is insane. You don't even know me. We had a five-minute argument in a stairwell." "Which proves you have a backbone," he said, leaning back and lacing his fingers together over his chest. "That’s a quality my current situation desperately requires. I don't need a blushing bride, Miss Golding. I need a contract partner who can play a part convincingly. You need thirty thousand dollars immediately, and significan

Elena's POV The smell of antiseptic and stale coffee always made my stomach turn, but today it felt entirely suffocating. I sat in a plastic chair across from Dr. Evans in the clinic's administrative wing, staring at the fresh stack of paperwork he had just slid across his desk. "I know this is a lot to process, Elena," Dr. Evans said, his voice quiet and sympathetic. "But because the donor organ is coming from a private facility out of state, the logistics require an immediate deposit. We need thirty thousand dollars by tomorrow at noon to secure the operating room and the transport team." "Right, thirty thousand," I said, my voice sounding flat even to my own ears. "I'm working on that. But once that's paid, we're good to go for the surgery, correct?" Dr. Evans sighed, leaning forward and rubbing his temples. "For the surgery itself, yes. But I need to be entirely transparent with you about the post-operative care. Chloe’s immune system is going to be heavily suppressed so h

Elena's POV I spent an hour in front of my closet at six in the morning, trying to find an outfit that looked like a shield. I finally settled on a structured, dark knee-length dress and a crisp blazer. It was professional, completely buttoned-up, and left no room for vulnerability. I pinned my hair back into a tight, neat bun, applied a light layer of makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and walked out the door. When I arrived at the executive floor of Wyatt Enterprises, the office was dead quiet. The clock on the wall read 7:30 AM. Most of the corporate staff wouldn't arrive for another hour, which gave me exactly the time I needed. I walked into the breakroom and set down the heavy manila folder. My hands were steady now, the panic from yesterday replaced by a cold, hard focus. I was here to do a job. I was here to save Chloe. I located the high-end espresso machine Frank had shown me yesterday. I carefully selected the dark roast beans, watching as the machine groun

Oliver's POV The elevator ride up to the executive floor was silent, but my mind was moving a mile a minute. The marriage certificate was burning a hole in my inside pocket. I had the leverage I needed, but timing was everything. When Elena and I stepped off the elevator, I gave her a quick nod. "Go find Frank. Have him brief you on the board members' names and faces. I need you ready." "I'm on it," she said, her voice steady. She still looked a little pale from the sudden reality of the courthouse, but her chin was up. She was holding it together. I walked into my office, throwing my jacket onto the leather sofa. Before I could even sit down at my desk, the door opened without a knock. My uncle Richard walked in, a smooth, paternal smile plastered across his face. He looked entirely too relaxed for a man who was planning a corporate execution in less than two hours. "Oliver, my boy," Richard said, closing the door behind him and strolling toward my desk. "I wanted to catch you