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A loud, mocking laugh escaped Christopher's lips, and Olivia couldn't help but wonder why he found this moment so amusing. His laughter abruptly stopped, and he raised an eyebrow. "Is it that easy to get you ruffled?" he questioned, a hint of surprise dancing on his face. "I'm Christopher Brooks, and it would be a shame to have you bear my child," he continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "So, don't worry, nothing like that will happen between us." Olivia's eyes flashed with resentment, sensing he was looking down on her again because of her status. "I also don't want to bear your child, Mr. Christopher," she retorted, her voice firm. "I want to have a child with someone I love." Christopher's chuckle returned, and Olivia wondered what he found so amusing. "Love? What a joke," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "There will be nothing like that in this marriage." Olivia pressed her lips together, nodding slightly. "Good," Christopher responded, and an uncomf
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Olivia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the ground as she headed inside. The driver gave her a polite nod before pulling away, leaving a trail of silence in his wake. She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her, sealing her in silence. The contrast to the tension-filled meeting with Christopher was jarring. No biting words. No cold eyes. Just stillness. She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and let the calmness wrap around her like a blanket. It was the only comfort she had. Eventually, fatigue overtook her thoughts, and she made her way to bed. Her body sank into the mattress, and before she could make sense of anything, sleep claimed her. Morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, warming her face and pulling her from a dreamless slumber. For a few seconds, she forgot. Forgot the deal. Forgot the signature waiting on a page. Forgot the name she’d soon carry that didn’t belong to her. Then it all came rushing back. Christopher had agreed,
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Olivia's throat constricted at Christopher's question. She knew she'd have to move into his house eventually, now that they were married. Christopher's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he awaited her response. But the longer he waited, the more it seemed like she was hesitant to answer. "I asked a question, Olivia," he said, his voice low and even, but with a hint of impatience. The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. "Can I...have until the weekend?" Olivia stammered, her heart racing. "I'll move in then." Christopher sighed, ruffling his hair. "Weekend it is then," he said, his voice filled with resignation. He turned and walked out of the room, the other person following closely behind. Olivia watched him leave, relief settling over her. His presence always made her tense, and now, with him gone, she could finally breathe. She couldn't understand why she always felt that way around him. Pushing the thought aside, she decided to focus on the task at hand
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Olivia's lips parted, but no words came out. She was taken aback by Christopher's question, unsure of how to respond. Had he been expecting her? Before she could gather her thoughts, the door swung open, and three men, whom she assumed were servants, entered with her luggage. They efficiently whisked her belongings away, disappearing into the depths of the house. "Olivia," Christopher's voice drew her attention back to him. His eyes locked onto hers. "Come with me." She followed him down the hallways. The house was massive, and the elegant décor and tall ceilings left her in awe. She wondered if Christopher lived there alone, and what about Nathan? As they walked, Christopher began to speak, his voice low and smooth. "This is my house, my only one. My room is on the third floor. The entire floor is reserved for me. I'm taking you to yours now." On the second floor, Christopher halted in front of a door and pushed it open. "Nathan informed me about your call," his voice was
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Olivia watched as Christopher devoured his food, not a single emotion on his face. She, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food on the table. There were plates of eggs, bacon, sausages, and pastries, not to mention the bowls of fruit and yogurt. It was a feast fit for a king, or in this case, a billionaire. As she ate, Olivia stole a quick glance at Christopher, who didn't seem to care about the excess food. He was too busy enjoying his meal. After eating to his satisfaction, Christopher stood up, pushing his chair back. He picked up a napkin from the table and dabbed his mouth. "I'll be retiring for the day," he announced, his voice firm but polite. "I'll see you tomorrow." With that, he turned and walked away, his shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Olivia frowned, feeling a twinge of disappointment. She would have to get used to him acting this way. After eating to her fill, Olivia sighed and pushed her chair back, standing
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“What are your plans, Nathan?” Christopher’s voice was edged with suspicion as his narrowed eyes bore into Nathan. Why was he befriending the girl? Nathan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he casually picked up a file from the stack on Christopher’s desk, flipping through the pages with leisurely interest. “My intentions are genuine, Chris,” he said, his tone light. Christopher’s gaze darkened. “Are you interested in her?” His voice was sharp, almost testing. Nathan chuckled, still flipping through the file as if the conversation was nothing more than idle talk. “Undeniably, she’s pretty. Well-mannered too.” His smirk didn’t waver. Christopher exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. Of course Nathan would say that. He leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly against the desk. “Does that mean you want her? Well, she’s my wife. You’ll have to wait until we get divorced and—” “Why wait?” Nathan interrupted smoothly, finally dropping the file and giving Christopher
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"Can I come in with you?" Racheal’s voice was thick with seduction, her tone dripping like honey poured in slow motion. She leaned slightly closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and something darker beneath. Christopher’s gaze swept over her figure. The short, barely-there dress clung to her like a second skin. The soft sheen of her lip gloss caught the light, and her perfume lingered in the air between them—sweet, overpowering, invasive. He frowned. What was going on? "Do you have somewhere you want to head to?" he asked, his tone even but suspicious. His eyes didn’t drift lower. He stared straight into hers, hard and sharp. "Tell one of the staff to arrange a car for you." But Racheal only laughed, a low, sultry sound as she covered her mouth with delicate fingers. "No, Christopher," she said, stretching his name like a caress. Her fingers trailed down his chest, slow and deliberate, until they brushed across his nipple, circling lightly. A calculated move. His expressi
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His eyes focused on Olivia, and his gaze lingered longer than it should have. Sophia noticed the stare and parted her lips to speak, but Christopher raised a hand, silencing her. "I said not another word," he said firmly before tearing his eyes from Olivia. "I'm married to Olivia, and for good reasons. Sophia, keep your nose out of it." "But brother, it—" "You know how much I hate repeating myself," he said, flashing her a warning look. "Let’s eat." They ate in silence, each person lost in their own thoughts. Olivia kept her head down but couldn't help occasionally glancing up. Every time she did, she caught Racheal glaring at her with hostility. Eventually, Sophia and Racheal finished their meals and left the dining room together. Christopher followed a few minutes later, saying nothing more. Olivia was the last to leave, quietly heading back to her room. The house settled into the quiet of night, but in one part of the mansion, Racheal was pacing furiously across Sophia’
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A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with tension. Olivia felt momentarily frozen, her mind scrambling to process the words she had just heard. Christopher’s wife? No. That had to be a mistake. “I—I don’t understand,” Olivia said carefully, her voice measured as she tried to grasp the situation. “I’m Olivia Harris, and I’m legally married to—” “Oh, save it,” the dark-haired woman interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. Her tone was light, almost amused, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I know exactly who you are. That’s why I didn’t bother making my visit longer than necessary.” Olivia’s confusion only deepened. Who were these women? The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned slightly forward. “I’m Sophia. Christopher’s sister.” Her eyes glinted with something sinister before she gestured toward the blonde sitting on the couch. “And that lovely lady over there? That’s Racheal—Christopher’s wife.” Olivia stiffened. Her mind screamed t
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