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In this chapter, Olivia and Philippe discuss the noticeable change in Alexander, who seems happier and more grounded than before. Philippe, having known Alexander since childhood, credits Olivia for bringing a spark to Alexander’s life that had been missing for years. Their conversation is interrupted when Alexander joins them, warmly acknowledging Philippe and holding Olivia’s hand, reinforcing their strong connection.

As the evening progresses on the yacht in Monaco, Olivia and Alexander share a private moment, enjoying the stunning view and the luxurious atmosphere. Their interaction is tender and intimate, highlighting their deep bond. However, the mood shifts when Natalia approaches Olivia, displaying thinly veiled jealousy and making provocative remarks about her past with Alexander. Alexander firmly shuts down Natalia’s attempts to rekindle old memories and invitations, showing his loyalty to Olivia.

Feeling tense after the encounter with Natalia, Olivia seeks solace at the bar, where she meets Marco, a friendly and charming man connected to Stefano’s family. They engage in light conversation, with Marco inviting Olivia and Alexander to his new restaurant in Beverly Hills, hinting at potential future social connections. The chapter ends on a hopeful note, with Olivia intrigued by the invitation and the possibility of new experiences ahead.

Olivia

“Absolutely. He does seem different—happier, maybe even more grounded,” Philippe observed as he took a thoughtful sip of his wine. “It’s refreshing to see. For years, he was just drifting—building his empire, yes, but not really living. You’ve changed that.”

His words caught me off guard. “I’m not so sure it’s entirely because of me,” I replied, feeling a bit uncertain.

Philippe shook his head with quiet confidence. “I’ve known Alexander since he was a boy, watched him grow into the formidable businessman he is today. But there was always a missing piece—a lightness, a spark. Now, when he looks at you, I see it. That spark is there.”

Before I could say anything more, Alexander appeared at my side, his presence grounding me instantly.

“Philippe, I see you’ve met my wife,” he said smoothly.

“Indeed. A lovely woman, Alexander. You’re a lucky man,” Philippe replied warmly.

“I know,” Alexander said, his voice low and carrying a weight I could feel more than hear. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining naturally, a simple gesture that sent a rush of warmth flowing through me.

Philippe gave a knowing smile, excused himself with a slight bow, and left us alone as the dusk deepened around the yacht. Beneath our feet, the vessel gently rocked, surrounded by the endless Mediterranean stretching out like a vast, shimmering sapphire.

“He’s right, you know,” I murmured, watching the sun dip closer to the horizon. “About the view.”

Alexander’s voice was soft but deliberate. “I wasn’t looking at the view.”

Turning to meet his gaze, I felt my breath hitch. His eyes held an intensity that made my heart race. Before I could respond, a server arrived, carrying fresh champagne flutes.

“Compliments of Mr. Moretti,” the young man announced, nodding toward Stefano, who was holding court near the bar.

I lifted my glass in a silent toast to Stefano, who winked cheekily before turning back to his conversation. The champagne was crisp and cold, the bubbles fizzing playfully on my tongue.

“This is dangerously good,” I said with a grin, taking another sip. “I could definitely get used to this kind of life.”

“That’s the idea,” Alexander replied with a smirk.

We moved toward the railing, stepping away from the clusters of guests. The breeze picked up, carrying the mingled scents of salty sea air and expensive perfume. Below us, Monaco’s harbor sparkled with a thousand lights as night settled over the principality.

“Enjoying yourself?” Alexander asked, his arm sliding around my waist possessively.

“More than I expected. Your friends are… interesting,” I said with a smile.

“Interesting is one way to put it. Insufferable is another,” he muttered.

I laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. “Stefano seems harmless enough.”

“Stefano’s fine. Most of the others? Vultures in designer clothes.”

“Excluding us, of course,” I teased.

“Obviously.”

We stood together in a comfortable silence, watching as the sky transformed into a canvas of amber and rose. The yacht’s speakers shifted to a smooth, jazzy tune, blending with the growing hum of laughter and chatter as more guests arrived.

“Olivia, darling!” a familiar voice called out.

I turned to see Natalia approaching, her perfectly manicured hand holding yet another glass of champagne. She had changed into a new dress—this one even more daring than the last.

“I must apologize for earlier,” she purred, though her eyes betrayed no real regret. “I was terribly rude, monopolizing Alexander when he’s here with his lovely wife.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, keeping my tone polite.

“No, no—it’s not okay at all.” She stepped closer, and the heavy scent of her perfume overwhelmed the space between us. “I just get so excited when I see old friends. Alexander and I had such wonderful times together, didn’t we, darling?”

Alexander’s jaw tightened visibly. “That was a long time ago, Natalia.”

“Was it?” She laughed, bright and sharp. “Feels like yesterday to me. But I suppose when you’re having that much fun, time just flies.”

“Natalia,” Alexander warned, his voice hardening.

She ignored him, turning her full attention to me. “You’re so lucky, Olivia. Alexander is absolutely incredible in bed. Truly talented.”

My grip tightened around my champagne flute. “How nice that you have such fond memories.”

“Oh, the fondest. There was this one night in Cannes, on a yacht much like this one. The things we did…” She let her voice trail suggestively, eyes locked on Alexander. “I still think about it sometimes.”

“I’m sure your memory serves you better than mine,” Alexander said flatly. “If you’ll excuse us.”

He began to lead me away, but Natalia grabbed his arm with a sharp grip.

“Wait, before you go. I’m hosting a dinner tomorrow night at La Réserve. Very exclusive—only my closest friends.” Her eyes flicked to me briefly. “You absolutely must come, Alexander. We have so much to catch up on.”

“I’m busy,” Alexander said without hesitation.

“Surely you can make time for an old friend? For old times’ sake?” Her fingers traced up his arm in a way that made my blood boil. “I promise it’ll be worth your while. Just like it always was.”

“I said I’m busy.” Alexander firmly removed her hand. “I’m here with my wife, and we have plans.”

Natalia’s smile never wavered, but her eyes turned icy cold. “Of course. Silly of me to think you’d want to reminisce about the good old days—when you were actually having fun instead of playing house.”

“Goodbye, Natalia,” Alexander said, his tone final and resolute.

She shrugged, taking a long sip of champagne. “Your loss. When you get bored with domesticity, you know where to find me.”

With a dramatic sway of her hips, she sauntered away. I watched her leave, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“Liv,” Alexander began, but I shook my head.

“I need another drink,” I said firmly.

I made my way to the bar, craving both space and something strong. The bartender mixed a fruity cocktail that went down far too easily. Halfway through my second, a voice beside me broke the silence.

“Rough evening?”

I turned to see a man about my age, dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a sympathetic smile. He looked effortlessly handsome, his linen shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms.

“You could say that,” I replied, taking another sip.

“I’m Marco,” he said, extending his hand. “Friend of Stefano’s brother.”

“Olivia.” I shook his hand, grateful for the distraction. “Carter. I’m here with my husband.”

“The infamous Alexander Carter,” Marco said with a knowing grin. “I’ve heard stories. All business, that one. Except when it comes to beautiful women, apparently.”

I laughed despite myself. “He has his moments.”

“I saw Natalia cornering you both earlier. She’s exhausting, isn’t she? Can’t take a hint to save her life.”

“That’s one way to put it,” I agreed.

Marco leaned casually against the bar, his demeanor friendly and relaxed. “She’s been chasing every wealthy man at this party. Her boyfriend must be a saint to put up with it.”

“Or oblivious,” I suggested.

“Probably both.” He motioned to the bartender for a refill. “So, Olivia Carter, what brings you to Monaco? Business or pleasure?”

“A bit of both. Alexander had meetings in Milan, and we extended the trip.”

“Ah, the life of the international jet-setter. Must be exciting.”

“It has its perks,” I admitted, finishing my drink.

“You know,” Marco said casually, “I’m opening a restaurant in Beverly Hills next month. Modern Italian fusion. Maybe you and Alexander would like to be my first guests?”

“That sounds incredible. What’s it called?”

“Ancora. It means ‘again’ in Italian. The idea is food so good you’ll want it again and again.”

I laughed. “I love that. Here, give me your card. I’ll make sure we stop by.”

The evening on the yacht revealed the delicate balance between past and present, as Olivia and Alexander navigated the lingering shadows of old relationships while affirming the strength of their own bond. Despite the tension stirred by Natalia’s provocative presence, their connection remained a steadfast refuge, a testament to the transformative power of love that has brought light and grounding to Alexander’s life. The gentle moments shared between them, from intertwined fingers to quiet laughter, underscored the deepening intimacy that contrasts with the chaotic world around them.

Amidst the glittering backdrop of Monaco, new acquaintances like Marco offer a glimpse of fresh possibilities, hinting at the vibrant life still unfolding beyond the complexities of their past. Olivia’s poised resilience and Alexander’s protective devotion create a compelling portrait of a couple embracing their present with cautious optimism. As the night deepens, so does their commitment to each other, weaving a narrative of passion, loyalty, and the enduring quest for happiness amidst the allure and challenges of their glamorous world.

The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the simmering tensions that have begun to surface beneath the glamorous veneer of this Mediterranean soirée. Olivia’s uneasy encounter with Natalia hints at unresolved histories and lingering rivalries that could threaten the fragile equilibrium Alexander and Olivia have been trying to maintain. As Natalia’s provocations grow bolder, readers will be drawn into a web of emotional complexity, where past passions and present loyalties collide in unexpected ways.

Meanwhile, the introduction of Marco adds a new dynamic that could complicate matters further. His easy charm and connection to Stefano’s family suggest that he might become more than just a casual acquaintance, potentially stirring feelings of intrigue or even jealousy. With the glittering backdrop of Monaco and the promise of exclusive gatherings, the next chapter is set to explore how these relationships evolve, testing the bonds between characters and revealing hidden facets of their desires and ambitions. Prepare for a blend of sophistication, tension, and subtle power plays that will keep you eagerly turning the pages.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.