Chapter 22

Olivia POV

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, grateful to find it empty. As soon as the doors closed, I sagged against the wall, my legs suddenly weak.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. “How am I going to explain this to Mom and Dad?”

My mother would be thrilled I was getting married—until she realized the timeline. Marriage in what, a few weeks? She’d have questions. Lots of them.

And my dad... he was old-fashioned. He’d want to know Alexander’s intentions, his family background, his five-year plan.

My brothers would be even worse. Nicholas would immediately be suspicious. He could always tell when I was lying. And Ethan would Google the hell out of Alexander, digging up every tabloid story about his playboy past.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I banged my head against the elevator wall.

How was I going to explain this to everyone? My family still thought I’d never dated