My Ex Husband Lost Me To His Rival

Chapter 1 : Warm body,cold heart

OLIVIA POV

“Oh yeah, f**k me! I love your d**k, Blake! f**k me! Olivia wants you!”

I moan as Blake pushes me down into the soft silk sheets. The rain was hitting the windows of the Sterling Tower, but the only sound I cared about was the heavy thud of Blake’s body against mine.

He didn't say a word; he just grabbed my thighs and shoved my knees all the way to my shoulders, opening my p***y wide for him.

He was still wearing his expensive dress shirt, but his trousers were gone, exposing his massive c**k. It was at least eight inches of pulsing, hard muscle. The head was dark pink and wet with pre-c*m. He didn't use a condom; he never did. He just lined himself up and slammed all the way inside me with one giant thrust.

“Oh God, Blake! You're so big!” I shrieked, my fingers digging into his back.

He didn't kiss me. He just kept his eyes locked on mine. His face was like cold stone even as he began to f**k me with a wild, animal speed.

“Olivia wants you, Blake! Give it to me!” I moaned, my head hitting the headboard over and over.

Every time he lunged forward, his heavy pelvis hit my v-spot with a slap that echoed in the quiet room. I was sopping wet, my juices mixing with his pre-c*m to create a loud, wet sound as he hammered into my tight heat.

“You like that, don't you?” he finally spoke, his voice a low, rough grunt.

He didn't wait for an answer. He reached down and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them. He leaned down and bit my n****e through the thin lace of my bra, his teeth grazing me until I was sobbing with pleasure.

“Yes! Harder! f**k your wife!”

He flipped me over suddenly. I landed on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air.

He didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my hips, his fingers bruising my skin, and drove his d**k back into my p***y from behind. It went so deep I felt it in my stomach. I was a mess, my p***y clenching around his thick shaft like a vice.

I was moaning his name, my voice high and desperate, but Blake was just grunting, his breath coming in loud, heavy gasps.

“You're so f*****g tight,” he muttered, his pace becoming violent.

He was hitting me so hard that the bed was moving across the floor. I felt the climax building like a fire. My c**t was swollen and aching for more. I reached back and rubbed myself while he kept f*****g me.

The double sensation was too much. My world started to spin.

“I'm coming! Blake, I'm coming!” I screamed.

I felt my p***y explode, the internal muscles squeezing his c**k in a frantic grip. Blake let out a guttural sound, his body going stiff as he hit his own peak. He gave three more violent thrusts, his d**k pulsing inside me as he erupted. His hot c*m shot deep into my womb, filling me with the warmth of him.

He collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress.

Then, in the quiet of the room, he let out a long, shaky breath and whispered the name that killed me.

“Aria…”

He said it with so much love, so much longing. A name that wasn't mine.

The air left my lungs as if he had punched me.

He stayed inside me for a moment longer before pulling out with a wet pop. He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep.

I lay there in the dark. The silk sheets now felt like ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his c*m leaking out of my p***y, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost.

I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York, but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments.

I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone.

I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was f*****g in the dark.

The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, wanting to hide in the screen, but it was already glowing. There was a message from an unknown sender.

I opened it, and my heart stopped.

It was a photo of Blake’s father, Alexander, sitting in a dark office. He was signing a document. It was a secret part of our marriage contract, a page I was never shown.

I read the small print, and I was shocked.

The contract wasn't just about money; it was a trap.

And the date on the bottom was the worst part.

It was signed six months before I even met Blake.

The message at the bottom of the photo read:

“He never intended to let you go, Olivia. Look at the price they put on your head.”

I looked at the number on the page and realized my entire marriage was a lie.

I wasn't a wife.

I was an investment.

And the man sleeping next to me had already sold me to someone else before we even said “I do.”

I sat up slowly, my body still aching from the s*x.

I looked at Blake.

He looked so peaceful, but he was a monster.

He had used me to forget Aria, and his father had used me to win a business game.

“Who sent this?” I whispered to the empty room.

There was no answer.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I needed to wash his c*m out of my body. I needed to wash the smell of him off my skin.

As the hot water hit me, I made a promise to myself.

I wasn't going to be a ghost anymore.

If they wanted a war, I would give them one.

I went back into the bedroom and looked at the phone again.

There was another message.

“If you want to know the truth about Aria, come to the pier tomorrow at midnight. Don't tell Blake.”

I deleted the messages and lay back down.

I didn't sleep.

I just watched the rain and waited for the sun to come up.

The game was changing, and for the first time, I was going to be the one playing it.

I looked at Blake one last time.

He would regret ever calling me Aria.

He would regret ever making me a ghost.

Tomorrow, the contract wife was going to become his worst nightmare.

I checked the document on my phone once more.Estate.

I was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was happening.

But a pawn can become a queen if they reach the end of the board.

And I was almost there.

“Sleep well, Blake,” I thought

The signature of Alexander Sterling was clear. He had sold my rights to a rival company called Crest . “Because this is the last night you get to win.”