The Ceo's Contracted Mistress Olivier Novels & Stories

Penelope Martinez laughed evilly. Olivia’s eyes widened. “Penelope, you really have gone mad. What the hell is your problem?” “I am not mad; I only fed Zolan Wales medicine. I didn’t force you. Aren’t you the wife of Darls Collymore? Aren’t you the pure and elegant CEO of DOC int'l? How could you have relations with your own hubby's best friend, Zolan Wales? Olivia, don’t be nervous; didn’t I also invite Sunitha here also? Sunitha and Zolan Wales are both single. Sunitha would save Mr. Wales.”

Shyra pulls away from Shane and quickly fled to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and quietly sat on the toilet. Her mind started racing as the thought of her husband prostituting her became prominent to his friends. Some she recognizes from his husband's company, and some were his colleagues. What the hell is his problem? First he asks if I love him enough, and now he's selling me? My blood boiled at the thought, but a quiet knock had me off guard. "Pre-Occupied" I yell out, thinking it couldn't be Shane. "You better open the other, you're

"Let's see what your boss has to say about this. Where is he? I want to speak with him." "I am the owner of this place, Adrian Welsh." His words were calm as he tried his best not to rile the girl up even more, but he could see from her face that his calm words only made her angrier. "I apologize again for the inconvenience, you will be well compensated for the humiliation." "Compensated!" She barked as she turned to look at Eleanor behind her who was now staring at them both. Her friends who had been sitting, watching the drama unravel before them, stood to their feet and rushed to where the girl stood.

she said, voice steady now, “then you don’t deserve to be CEO.” Caspian scoffed. “Maria, you signed over your shares. I hold the largest stake in Olive Industries. You have no power here.” Maria took a single step forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Are you sure about that?” Caspian frowned. The smirk faltered. Maria reached into her clutch and pulled out a folded document. She unfolded it slowly, deliberately, before holding it up for the crowd to see. “You never bothered to check if the contract was real,” she said, her voice laced with amusement.

I approach Oliver’s large and imposing office, and just as I’m about to knock, I realize the door is slightly ajar, which makes it easy to hear the voices from the other side. “Do you already know the ingredients in the Dubois’ new perfume?” Oliver asks someone. “Yes, Leroy gave them to me just a while ago,” my husband’s assistant replies smugly, leaving me shocked by her lack of ethics in stealing the competition’s upcoming launch. “Who would’ve thought that man would sell out his boss for a few euros? The idiot Dubois has no idea he has the enemy in his own house,” Oliver mocks, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“That’s why I’m telling you first. I’m going to call them next.” Joel let out a sharp sigh, then softened. “Who is she, at least? This Olivia?” Sebastian’s gaze drifted to the empty teacup on the table. “She works for the company. Quiet, polite. From what I can tell, she’s been with Hart Conglomerate for three years. She thought she was marrying that idiot Jack, who, by the way, disappeared with another woman.” Joel cursed under his breath. “That’s it. I’m firing him the second I get back. That’s a PR nightmare on its own.”

Hastily, I strapped on my wristwatch, sprayed cologne, and started to leave the room. Before I could step forward, Alex blocked my way. I raised an eyebrow, confused by his sudden interference. “Olivier wasn’t just spoiling his sister… You might want to see this piece of information,” Alex said, sliding his tablet toward me. I took it from his hand, sitting back on the bed, and scrolled through Olivier’s P*F will. My eyes widened. Olivier had already formatted a legal will, stating that all his shares in Chairman Mark Chris’s company were to be transferred to Ana after his death. I read further, learning that every one of Olivier’s assets—casinos, villas, and mansions—had been put under Ana’

Even state and military secrets were hardly beyond his reach. Through Tobias’s hands, information came effortlessly. Within hours, Chatrine had obtained recordings of every conversation between Sebastian Harper and his men. Important corporate files that should have remained sealed inside secured systems were breached with frightening ease. The truth behind Sebastian Harper’s relationship with Olivia also surfaced. Olivia was never truly a wife in the real sense of the word. She had been paid, contracted to become an official companion, to bear a child, and then bound by cold conditions that forbade her from leaving the household until the child reached seventeen.

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

At the front desk, the head secretary—a petite woman with sharp brown eyes and sleek dark hair—reached for the phone with slightly trembling fingers. "Summon Mr. Olivier immediately," she instructed. Within seconds, a tall, middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored black suit emerged from the back. Olivier—CEO of La Belle Élite. His sharp eyes flickered to me, recognition dawning, before he lowered his head slightly. "Your Majesty," he greeted smoothly, his voice controlled yet filled with respect. Beatrice stiffened beside me. She looked at me and our eyes met but I could only let out a smile before I replied; " Mr Olivier , thanks, can we head in now? "