All Chapters of Playboy CEO Contract Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena’s POV The drive to Oliver's Uncle Richard’s estate took about thirty minutes. The long black car turned onto a winding driveway lined with tall, manicured hedges, finally coming to a stop in front of a massive, imposing mansion. The house was built of dark gray stone, featuring towering pillars, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and a grand fountain splashing water in the center of the driveway. It looked more like a historic museum than a residential home. It was a clear, aggressive display of wealth—a reminder that even if Richard wasn't the CEO of Wyatt Enterprises, the family bloodline carried immense fortune. As our car slowed down near the entrance, I noticed something unexpected. Standing near the bottom of the front steps were three photographers holding heavy camera lenses, their flashes clicking continuously in the early evening light. I blinked, turning my head to look at Oliver. "Reporters? Out here?" Oliver looked out the tinted window, a cold, knowing smirk touc

Oliver’s POVThe entire table went quiet for a fraction of a second. I felt Elena shift slightly in her seat beside me."That was a long time ago, Genevieve," I said smoothly, my tone dry and unreadable. "It's all in the past, and I would rather not talk about it."Genevieve pouted slightly, leaning her chin on her hand. "Why not? We had so much fun! The yacht in Monaco, the late-night dinners—""I am here for a family dinner tonight," I interrupted firmly, turning my head completely away from her to address my uncle at the end of the table. "Richard, the final Sterling Group press releases went out this afternoon. The board is pleased with the stock movement."Richard took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes glinting. "Yes. A very successful signing, Oliver. The shareholders are quiet for now."As the conversation turned to market shares and quarterly projections, Genevieve kept chatting with my aunt across the table, but I could still feel the lingering tension radiating from the woman

Elena’s POV Shortly after the main course was cleared, Uncle Richard stood up, tapping his cloth napkin against the table. "Oliver," Richard said, his tone heavy and businesslike. "Come into my study for ten minutes. We need to review the preliminary numbers for the Q4 board report before tomorrow's meeting." Oliver paused, his dark eyes instantly darting to me with a silent question. "Go ahead," I said softly, giving him a small, reassuring nod. "I'll be fine right here." Oliver looked at Richard, then back at me. "Ten minutes, Richard. Not a second more." He leaned down slightly, whispering against the side of my face, "I'll be right back." The moment the heavy wooden doors of the study clicked shut behind Oliver and Richard, the atmosphere in the dining room shifted instantly. It felt as if the room temperature dropped ten degrees. Aunt Victoria, Beatrice, and Genevieve didn't even pretend anymore. They moved together like a pack of wolves, their eyes locking onto me with pu

Oliver’s POVThe quiet, sharp click of her bedroom lock sliding into place hit me right in the chest.I stood completely still in the dimly lit corridor, staring at the white painted wood of Elena’s door. My hand was still half-raised, my knuckles hovering a hair’s breadth from the panel. Seconds ago, in the dark privacy of the car, her fingers had been tangled in my hair, her lips parted beneath mine, her body pulled so tightly against me that I couldn't tell where my own heartbeat stopped and hers began.Now? There was just six feet of hallway and a locked piece of wood between us.I stared at the brass handle, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. Part of me wanted to knock. No, part of me wanted to turn that handle, step inside, and demand that she look me in the eye and repeat that line about "adrenaline."Because it was a lie. A blatant, desperate lie, and we both knew it.Slowly, I lowered my arm back to my side, curling my fingers into a tight fist.Don't, I ordered myself,

Oliver’s POVWhen Ms. Harrison stepped down the school stairs and glided straight toward me, I already knew the routine.I had been dealing with women like her for my entire adult life. It was always the same rehearsed sway of the hips, the overly bright smile, and the subtle, calculated move to step into my personal space. When her hand reached out and touched my arm, my knee-jerk reaction was to take a step back and shut it down immediately.But then I saw Elena.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the exact moment her head snapped up. Her body went completely stiff. Her jaw locked, her fists clenched inside her jacket pockets, and her eyes burned with a fire I had never seen before.She was furious. She was glaring at Ms. Harrison’s hand on my sleeve like she wanted to tear it off.An amused smile almost slipped across my face, but I kept my mouth shut and stayed still. I wanted to see how she was going to play it.Before I could say a word, Elena took a bold step forward, slotti