The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Alexander

Thomas has clenched into fists on his desk. “What do you want?”

“Right now? I want you to understand that I have options. And one of those options is sending these photos to Victoria

You wouldn’t.”

Wouldn’t 11 met his gaze directly. “You’ve been helping Victoria undermine my marriage for weeks. Spreading rumors, planting stories, probably funding those articles about Olivia. You think I’m going to just let that slide?”

I haven’t done anything-

Don’t lie to me, Thomas We’re past that point.” I gestured to his phone. “I have proof of your affair. I have documentation of your insider trading. And I have enough evidence to end your career and your marriage in one afternoon.”

The color drained further from his face. “Insider trading?”

“Securities fraud. Using board information to make trades ahead of major announcements. You’ve been at it for months.” I smiled coldly. “Did you really think nobody was watching?”

Thomas sank into his chair, the fight going out of him. “Fuck.”

“Exactly I moved to the windows, gazing out at the city below. “So here’s how this works. You’re going to stop helping Victoria with whatever schemes she’s cooking up. You’re going to tell her you’re out, that you can’t be involved anymore.”

“She’ll know something’s wrong”

I don’t care what she knows. Figure it out. I turned back to face him. “And if I find out you’re still feeding her information. still helping her undermine my marriage, these photos go to Victoria. Along with a detailed breakdown of every illegal trade you’ve made.

“That would destroy my life?

“Yes, it would.” I walked toward the door, pausing with my hand on the handle. “But right now, you have a choice. Walk away from Victoria’s bullshit, keep your secrets buried, and maybe salvage something of your life. Or keep playing games and lose everything

Thomas stared at his desk, his hands shaking slightly. “How long have you known?”

About the affair? A couple of weeks. About the trading? Longer.” I opened the door. “The question isn’t how long I’ve known. It’s what you’re going to do now that you know I know.”

I need time to think.

“You have until I reach the elevator.” I stepped into the hallway. “After that, the photos go to Victoria anyway.”

“Wait!” Thomas shot to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair. “Wait. I’ll do it. I’ll tell Victoria I’m out.”

1 paused. “Smart decision

“But you can’t send those photos. Ever. That’s the deal”

“The deal is you stay out of my business. Do that, and the photos stay buried.” I glanced at my watch. “You have forty–eight

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hours to tell Victoria you’re done. After that, I start getting impatient.

Two days isn’t enough time–”

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“It’s more than enough.” I started walking toward the elevator. “And Thomas? If I hear even a whisper that you’ve warned Victoria about this conversation, all bets are off.”

“I won’t say anything.”

“Good.” I pressed the elevator call button. “Because if you do, those photos are the least of your problems.”

The elevator arrived with a soft chime. I stepped inside, watching Thomas standing frozen in his office doorway, looking like a man who’d just realized he was standing on quicksand.

The doors closed, and I leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly. That had gone better than expected. Thomas would fold. Men like him always did when their comfortable lives were threatened.

The elevator descended smoothly, the numbers ticking down toward the lobby. I straightened my tie, checking my reflection in the polished doors. Professional. Composed. Not at all like a man who’d just blackmailed his cousin’s husband.

The doors opened onto the marble lobby. I stepped out, nodding to the receptionist who’d tried to stop me earlier. Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.

Outside, the afternoon sun hit me full force. I pulled my sunglasses from my pocket, sliding them on as I headed toward the visitor parking lot.

A familiar black car pulled into the lot as I approached my car. The car door opened, and Victoria stepped out, elegantly clad in a stylish cream pantsuit that caught the sunlight.

Perfect timing.

She spotted me immediately, her expression shifting from surprise to calculation in a heartbeat.

“Alexander,” she called, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approached. “Are you here to meet my husband? Looking for investment insights, perhaps?”

“You haven’t been answering my calls,” I said, stopping a few feet from her. “I’m here to meet you.”

Her smile widened, predatory and sharp. “Ah, now you’re desperate to meet me. How the tables turn.”

I kept my expression neutral despite the irritation flaring in my chest. “Stop targeting Olivia. This is between us.”

“Targeting Olivia?” Victoria’s eyebrows rose in mock confusion. She glanced at Thomas, who’d emerged from the building behind me. “Darling, did you hear that? Apparently, I’ve been targeting our dear cousin’s wife.”

Thomas shifted uncomfortably. “Victoria-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she continued, turning back to me. “When exactly have I targeted Olivia? And more importantly, do you have any proof of these accusations?”

“The articles. The photos. The constant rumors.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “We both know what you’ve been doing.”

Victoria’s smile turned brittle, her designer sunglasses reflecting the afternoon light. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t have time for your paranoid bullshit.” She adjusted her cream Chanel purse on her shoulder. “I’m busy, Alexander. Unlike some people, I actually work for a living instead of coasting on family connections.”

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