Olivia's Revenge: Love Contract With Mr Ceo

Mike has always had a bizarre infatuation with women who have large breasts and buttocks.

To please him, you must possess enormous buttocks and breasts. That is a woman's best quality in his eyes. Her demeanor or attitude doesn't truly concern him. She only needs to fulfill his sexual desires and be fantastic in bed.

I, on the other hand, don't have big buttocks or boobs. I got everything in moderate and average sizes. As I had never had any experience in bed before meeting him, I can't say that I'm good at it. But I can confidently assert that I am good enough to be a wife and mother.

But who would have imagined that my lack of large boobs and buttocks would be a major factor in my and Mike's unsuccessful arranged marriage?

Mike had the opportunity and the freedom to reject the wedding plans from the start, but he chose not to.

He heartlessly threw a stack of divorce papers at my face and had me sign them exactly six months after our wedding, even though I was already three months pregnant with his child at the time.

CEO - Although my crushed heart, I persisted. I wasn't gonna give up because he had pushed me to the end.

I wonder if Mike is ever going to regret his decision. Well, that won't matter to me as thanks to his actions, I got the best. The man of every lady's dreams; He is Mason, my darling, and the king of my heart. My name is Olivia, and this is how it all began.

CHAPTER ONE

OLIVIA'S POV

Mike stood in the hallway, glaring hard at me. His expression was very ugly, and I, on the other hand, was crazily confused.

I do not understand why he threw such a scary look at me. Doesn't he understand that I can't receive any shocks at this stage of my pregnancy? Doctor Claire, also told him about it, so why is he now acting like this?

"Hey Mike, you can't possibly return home from wherever you come from and then start glaring at me like I stole something precious from you." I glared at him as I silently made my way forward.

"Oh! Please stop it. Besides, I should be the one glaring at you with an ugly expression. We both got off work at the same time, but you are arriving home at 11 p.m. How fair is that?" I queried sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips.

Mike eyed me from head to toe before letting out an annoying growl.

"Do you even know how ugly you look? Gosh! It's obvious you don't, or else you won't even have the face to stand in front of me."

He spat hatefully, scanning my entire body as if I were the most disgusting thing on Earth. Damn! That was hateful!

Time seems to have stopped as I comprehended what Mike just said.

"Wait, Mike, are you joking with me?" A screech escaped my lips.

I couldn't hold it in. Maybe it was because of my pregnancy hormones or something, but I hated the fact that he called me 'ugly.'

I mean, what in hell! What does he even mean? I, Olivia, Anderson Jaxon's daughter, Ugly? That's impossible.

Mike sighed, coming forward and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Look here, Livia, you are not my type of lady," he said to my surprise.

I stared at Mike in shock, and my eyes were already wide open. But who knew that wasn't the end? He continued saying whatever he had planned to say.

"Livia, I know you are pregnant, but I can't keep up with the pretense anymore. I can never love you, and neither can I give you the happiness you deserve."

"What do you mean by this rubbish you are saying, Mike? It's already late, and I'm not going to say anything to anyone about your bad habit, so let's just go to bed. You can't possibly mean you are going to divorce me when our wedding is barely six months old,"

I muttered, shoving his hands away, but he just tightened his hold on my shoulders.

"Does it seem like a joke to you? I'm not speaking rubbish here, Olivia," he growled.

"Look, Mike, if you are saying this to piss me off, then you are doing a great job. You've succeeded already. And please, let's go to bed." I mumbled, looking away, but he brought my face to him, facing him, and his expression looked strict and stoic.

"I don't love you, and I never will. I want you to get that straight into your skull, Livia. Where are the boobs and arses? Your body and face aren't even beautiful to my taste. Your shape isn't sexy enough, and your boobs and asses are way too small. I'm not even enjoying our sexual moment right now. How, then, do you expect me to enjoy it when the baby is born?"

Is it when the little boobs of yours have already dried up and fallen into a puddle? Livia, I can't do this anymore, and it's over between us."

Mike spat without any remorse.

My head felt dizzy, and my mind seemed to have formatted. Did Mike just body-shame me? Did he just mock and insult how the Lord had created me? A wave of anger suddenly rushed through me, and, Kpa! I landed a hard slap on his face.

Mike tilted his head to the side and his jaw clenched whilst gripping hard on my shoulders. The corner of his lips now had blood.

I'm probably the first to ever dare to raise my hand to slap him in the face.

Mike Huxley is the only child of the richest businessman in the City.

He inherited all of his father's businesses and had brought all the firms and companies to an unshakable position in the economy of the glorious city.

D'Huxley-Mike's company

Mike turned his head at me, and his face held no expression. He then dragged me through the flight of stairs until we arrived at the living room on the second floor.

On the table in the center of the room lie divorce papers. His name was already signed on both documents, and the only thing that was left to nullify our wedding vows were my signatures.

"Sign it and put an end to this arranged marriage of ours before it becomes more toxic," he commanded. His tone barely had a sense of warmth.

"Why are you doing this after going through the marriage rites and rituals? You had your chance to say no from the start, whereas I did not have any chance, but you didn't. Why are you making things difficult for me?" I asked on the verge of breaking down into tears.

I never loved Mike. I hated him. I hated the fact that I was betrothed to him. Dad just called me one day and then told me my wedding was in three days.

And I freaked out about getting married to my arrogant, rude, and psycho boss at work.

He told me our wedding was fixed when I was five years old. You can always guess the kind of tantrums I threw, but I wasn't going to escape getting married to my bitchy jerk of a boss, Mike Huxley.

But with time, I began to understand him, and now he is telling me to end our marriage that just began.

"I don't have a bit of affection for you," he responded arrogantly.

"And the baby... it is the biggest mistake. Take it or leave it, Olivia, you are the ugliest woman who spent the longest time with me. I hate to say this, but here, you can never be my type of woman,"

Mike concluded with a haughty snarl.

"SIGN IT"

He left the living room after forcefully stuffing a pen in my hand and went upstairs.

The moment he returned, he was wheeling and carrying my luggage.

"Why have you not signed it yet? Fvcking sign this and get the hell out of my house," he growled, looking furious.

I was shocked as I stared at Mike. It was almost midnight, and Mike was sending me away at such a terrifying hour.

How can he even expect me to go out late when I'm still in the first stage of my pregnancy?

"I won't be signing this; if you want me to sign this sh*t of a paper, then go get both our parents present.

They decided on this marriage, and they were both present when we got married, so get them present when we'll be getting a divorce," I insisted, standing my ground as I glared at him back.

I hated what was about to happen. I hated the fact that Mike was acting like this. Why should he do this to me? How is body shaming me going to benefit him?

And speaking of big boobs and arses, aren't mine good enough? I don't want to doubt if my body is sexy enough, but Mike's statement is making me doubt the sexiness of my own body.

A lot of guys were also after me, trying to covet my heart. But I knew that most of them were after my body.

So why was Mike not like those fellow men? Why does he think I'm the worst? Does he even know that calling me ugly makes me despise myself?

"Shit!"

Mike turned around, and I gasped as he suddenly turned back and grabbed me by the neck he squeezed the life out of me.

"Do you not understand what I mean? I hate seeing you. I can't tolerate your old-fashioned style. I feel nauseous when I'm around you. You smell awful, and I want to puck: Damn it, you're the ugliest woman to enter my life.

And that useless bitch you are carrying with you in that God-forsaken womb of yours is the greatest and biggest mistake of my life," he spat, throwing me to the floor like I was nothing but a bag of trash.

I crashed against the center table, and my body trembled. I was frightened and furious. I don't care about anything, but I won't let him insult my child, and I won't take shit from anyone against my child.

Tears flowed from my eyes as my tummy began aching badly. I choked as the pain increased, and just when I was about to speak up, Mike let out a throaty laugh.

"You look so pathetic," he mocked, eyeing my sorry state.

"Only a simple fall and you are already crying like a freaking fool. You are a weak lady who can never and will never match my standard.

So here's a piece of advice for you: get your arse outta my house before I return; otherwise, you won't want to know the result," he snorted before stomping out.

"Mike," I called out, but I couldn't seem to be able to speak. My head was beginning to spin, and I felt light-headed.

I tried standing up, but I couldn't as the lower part of my body was seriously aching. I held onto my stomach, feeling my breathing become difficult.

God no! Not now; my asthmatic attack can't be coming at such a dire hour.

My sight was turning dark as if I was about to go blind. With all the strength I could muster, I gripped the chair and wobbled my way to the vanity in the living room drawer.

I hardly ever get an asthmatic attack, so I don't go around with my inhaler. I just leave one in the bedroom, study room, and living room.

I got to the vanity drawer, and when I was just about to open it, my legs gave out and my sight went black. Instinctively, I pulled out the inhaler, uncapped it, and took several puffs from it.

Minutes later, my breathing was becoming steady, and my sight was slowly returning. Sweat covered my entire body, but the throbbing in my belly wasn't reducing; instead, it hurt even more.

Tears splattered from my eyes as I couldn't feel any part of my body. Every part of me has gone numb.

For the first time in my life, I felt utterly helpless. I didn't bring my phone downstairs, and Mike must not have seen it, so he didn't bring it along with my luggage.

Then I remembered the house landline; I could call the security agents. But I couldn't tell in which part of the living room the landline was installed, as we rarely used it.

"What have I done wrong, dear God? Why are you punishing me for the sin I don't remember committing?" I lamented.

My vision became clearer, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked around the large sitting room and finally caught sight of the telephone.

I tried getting up from the ground, but the sharp pain came again, and this time, the pain was five times what I had earlier felt

My eyes flew wide open as I caught the sight of blood oozing down my legs.

"Oh! No! My baby!" I shouted, not knowing where I got my voice from.

I didn't even know how I suddenly felt strong despite the pain, but I ran out, limping as I got to the door.

I shot the door and hurried through the entrance, but the blood kept flowing and the pain was increasing.

My asthmatic attack seemed to be ready to hook up with me when I got to the elevator. Thankfully, there was no other person in the elevator, and soon I got to the ground floor.

I didn't know if it was a curse or not, but there was nobody in the hallway.

I continued limping over to the clinic that was located in the skyscraper next to my complex in a blood-soaked nightgown.

My vision instantly blacked out, and then a car honked loudly as it drove into the vicinity, but I couldn't move.

My legs were rooted to the ground, and my head was dizzy, coupled with my blackout sight.

Bang!

The screeching halt car sound in front of me and then a bone-crushing pain shooting from my abdomen were the last things I felt before falling unconscious.