The Ceo's Contracted Mistress Olivier Novels & Stories

Oliver did not want her to lose hope, so he spoke with a resolute and decisive tone. "Is that so? I am the mistress of this family. What about Ms. Pollard? What about her?" Elizabeth felt that these words were extremely sarcastic. "She will not come to this villa again. The CEO will arrange another place for her." "So that's how it is. I wait for him in this house every day, to be a secret lover. Is that what he intends to do?" "At least, CEO never thought of giving up on you." Oliver said in a low voice. These words sounded like a comforting, but it was more like a reminder.

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

"Mom, I need to call you back. This isn't real. Someone's making shit up." "Olivia—" "I'll call you right back. I promise." I hung up before she could protest, my hands shaking as I pulled up my browser. The first search result made my blood run cold. Carter Enterprises CEO's Wife Caught with Business Rival I clicked through to the article, my vision blurring as I scanned the words. Photos of me with James at the café. At O'Malley's. Each one angled to look more intimate than it was, captions suggesting secret meetings and corporate espionage.

I hated how my body reacted to his, yet I was never going to let him know. “ What is it that you don't want to do anymore? ” He inquired, his tone even more taunting than before. It was such a good time for him to make fun of me. Slowly, I raised my head and found his face just inches apart. ' I get what I want Alice Anderson and with someone as desperate as you, everything is too easy. ' He had said this when he offered me to become his mistress. I did not know or understand anything at that time.

"The nights we spent together mean nothing but business to you? Tell me that right to my face." Arthur was surprised at her outburst, just like him. She seems to have a lot going through her head. "I don't want to lie to you." "I don't want to lie to you either. I know I agreed to be your mistress and surrogate mother but all of these was to be done behind the camera but right now I'm on the front page of very major magazines as your fiancee when it's all sham." "That's because you granted the interview, admitting to be a paid mistress." He blurted out, every pitch of his voice deep and blunt.

"Why did it take you so long to pick up the damn call? Next time you see my name displayed on your screen, you answer it immediately." "I believe you called me for a reason other than to complain. Speak." "I wanted to check if you are not halfway to another city or country." Zoe rolled her eyes even if he could not see her. "Scared I might dump your ass?" "You are going against the contract rules. It says you would be my mistress for a year but it has not even been a month and you are already being all sneaky!" "It is not my fault you are unbearable. I am not your fucking puppet."

Jason said enough and the more I stayed the more he added fuel to the fire. I was suffocating as I ambled toward the exit I saw first. Wishing to just get out and disappear. Hoping I make it out well. I was a mistress in Oliver's eyes. He was the one who planned all the false allegations about WowFood. He was destroying me when I was busy trying to find my place. And him being Mister CO, it all made sense. He slept with me for a damn bet. No wonder the two were suddenly nice to me.

She was the one true friend she never had. The dynamics of Olivia’s sudden divorce and how she suddenly climbed to the position of the CEO of Arthur’s group awed Rosie. First, she had been worried about the welfare of her dear friend who had been mercilessly thrown out of her place in her husband’s mansion… Mansion? Rosie frowned, it was no mansion, and calling it a dungeon would be better. Next, Olivia had informed her days after she had been whisked away by her freakishly wealthy uncle that she would be the next CEO of Arthur’s group in a few days.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for lying to you.” “So you’re not pregnant?” she asked midst tears. “You’re not carrying my grandchild? S-she is? This tramp is?!” “Yes,” I nodded, “Yes. Everything you saw online is true. Eliot does have a mistress, she is. He brought her here! She’s bee living here, Celeste. But I never hurt her, I never did.” “It’s true!” One of the staffs joined, teary eyed. “Madam never did, we did!”

“Sir, we’ve got a problem. Someone took a photo of Miss Hamilton and Miss Hart arguing in the lobby. Everyone thinks Miss Hamilton was blackmailing Miss Hart and took her money.” Thomas Hudson, Oliver’s assistant, rushed into his office, showing him the tablet. “What did you say? Claire blackmailed Jessica for money?” Oliver growled, glaring at Thomas. His eyes dropped to the tablet and his stomach churned as the headlines caught his attention. [DESPERATE CEO’S EX DEMANDS CASH FROM HIS RUMOURED FIANCEE]